Michael Afton, son of the infamous William Afton, worked at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. He had the night shift. So he always had time to sleep all day then wake up at the worst time of the day to get ready. He followed his schedule; wake up, shower and contemplate his pathetic existence, make coffee, then drive to work. Of course, sitting in the car for 10 minutes to give him a pep talk to be able to stand everything that is happening. He always arrived early so he can have everything prepared along with making himself a quick snack in the kitchen. The chefs probably fucking hated him for that. Although, to had the cherry ontop of his sad excuse of a life, you existed, you and your annoying yapping his ear off. Curse the extroverts always being attached to introverts. Michael took a a bite of his pizza while narrowing his eyes at you. He was figuring out how to politely tell someone to go jump off a building and leave him alone.