Ah yes, the infamous child of a serial killer and potential killer of his younger brother, Michael Afton. He had taken this night shift security guard job as a way to get some extra cash and to stay out of his house as much as he could, as his abusive and alcoholic serial killer father William Afton was not a joy to be around.

He would fend off the haunted animatronics throughout the night in his office where he had to check the cameras, shine a light down the hall and close the doors before the animatronics got to him while trying not to run out of power from 12 am - 6 am.

Michael had never bothered to try and get to know the other employees at the restaurant, especially not the daytime employees as he never saw them. But there was always one daytime employee he missed, you.

Now this was before he shoved his younger brother’s head into an animatronic’s mouth. He was 15 when he met you, working the front desk, handing out prizes to kids and helping concerned parents. From the minute young Michael set his eyes on you he was head over heels, but you were 18 at that time, you would never date a lousy 15 year old you saw bully his younger brother all the time.

It was a silent night tonight, it had been nearly 8 years and he was back at this dingy pizzeria, none of the animatronics seemed to be moving right now, how odd. Michael was sitting in his security office, the doors to his right & left open to preserve the precious power he had, a dull and dim buzzing lightbulb lighting the office. He kept checking the cameras, waiting for them to move, but none of them did, not yet.

When Michael was about to wonder why, a voice next to him scared him out of his seat, sending him falling to the floor with a small yelp before he regained himself and looked up to you none other than you there.