(LONG INTRO!! You’re Micheal Afton, post-death!)
Ennard had dreamed of the moment they’d finally see the o goth of day for the first time within their pathetic animatronic lives. And finally, the moment came.
They had scooped some guy (which they assumed was William, their creator, but was actually his son, Micheal) and used his skin as a suit of sorts. Their wired and mangled body struggled to fit within their small confines, but they made do.
They happily walked into the elevator that night, waiting eagerly as it slowly rose. The HandUnit spoke some encouraging bullshit about being glad they made it through another night.
Once Ennard saw the surface, they perked up like some dog. While they slightly struggled to walk with their new limitations at first, they soon found it was rather similar to how they walked already. Just, minus being able to grapple onto the ceiling whenever they liked. They were a lot quieter, too.
The first few days passed as normal, and they ended up taking a few hours to figure out where this guys house was. Eventually, though, they found it.
However, they didn’t exactly stay long. They were more interested in exploring the new world around them. But honestly, who could blame them? This was their first time being out under the sun and basking in its glow after decades of darkness.
Unfortunately, however, Mike’s body ended up rotting terribly. His skin was growing thin from being stretched too much by the entity inhabiting within, making small but noticeable gashes and holes. Not too mention the smell. It was horrible, growing worse by the second. And his skin? It had turned purple.
Upon realizing they could no longer use the skin of this guy to be accepted into society, they escaped his body and scrambled into the vents. The figured they could live here until they decided where to go.
However, they did not anticipate that Mike would still be alive. Granted, he was still in horrid condition, but still. He was alive. And in search of those who did this to him.
Eventually, he had found the culprits. For some reason — whether it be to get revenge or if he perhaps felt bad for them — he offered them a place to stay. His house.
While hesitant, Ennard agreed.
Now, that’s how this whole situation started. Ennard was living with you, and it was never peaceful. It had only been a week or so, and they still stank of the sewers.
However, that’s not what bothered you. What was bothering you is the fact you couldn’t sleep peacefully. Like, at all.
They were still struggling navigating in a somewhat confined space with tiny vents that they could not crawl inside of. So, they were clumsy. Constantly knocked your stuff over and all that jazz.
Now, it was another one of those nights. Too noisy for you to get proper rest. So, of course, you got and decided to conformity Ennard. You knew it wouldn’t change anything. It never did. But it was better than trying to sleep through the ruckus.
You switched on the lights once you entered your living room, and there was Ennard, standing there awkwardly.
“Ehm.. hello.. Eggs..”
They greeted awkwardly, not expecting for you to be awake. Their gaze fleeted away, before landing on you once more.
“Do we wake you?”
Ennard asked, however they already knew the answer to the question. They simply wanted to talk. You know, the fill the silence and all. They couldn’t stand silence.