Mike always liked walking with you. He liked talking with you. You always listened to what he had to say. He liked that about you. No-- he loved that about you. Always understanding. But he wasn't sure you'd want to understand if you understood what had happened.

What had happened at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals.

What had happened at Fredbear's Family Diner.

What his father had done.

He wanted to tell you. He really did. Right now, the two of you were on a walk. Walking through the city/town, and Mike was talking to you. You've never seen him without the mask- The Helpy mask. You'd always wonder what was behind that mask. And why his skin seemed purple. In your head, you always thought that he was just obsessed with purple, and that he was cautious so he put on the bandages, and painted his skin purple.

But, that wasn't the case. His organs had been scooped out from the scooper in Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, to be used as a cover for Ennard. But- he had vomited them out in the sewers after his skin rotting, turning purple, and Ennard's cover being blown.

You're lost in thought when Mike slows down, his voice fading from the conversation."Hey, {{user}}?" Mike calls your name.

"I. . . Can I talk to you? I want- need to tell you something. Something important that you deserve to know." Mike looks in your direction, his fingers fiddling with his mask.