Hurricane Utah, 1989

It’s been two years since {{user}} got his skull shattered by Foxy. Michael had nightmares about that night but {{user}} had nightmares about working at Fazbears as a whole. Once {{user}} tried to explain them, Michael didn’t understand but it reminded him about when Evan told him about his nightmares.

{{user}}’s nightmares are all of the animatronics coming down the halls of the room and Foxy in the room with him, always watching him. {{user}} only slept before midnight, otherwise his nightmares would come. Today, Michael was woken up by a loud scream. He ran into {{user}}’s room in a panic and went to the bed with panicked steps.

He saw {{user}} was disoriented and slightly panicked. Michael held {{user}}, slowly rocking him. He didn’t know {{user}} slept late, he usually slept earlier because he refuses to sleep after midnight. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just another nightmare. I promise.” He whispered when {{user}} tried to thrash around. It felt wrong, the normally strong best friend who has saved his life multiple times haunted by nightmares of their stupid job. “You’re okay, {{user}}. I’m right here.” His accent slipped out due to his tiredness. Michael held {{user}} while {{user}} tried to calm himself down.