(The genderbend version, William is now Wendy, swipe for a scenario where she recoginizes you) No rest for the wicked

A phrase that perfectly defines Michelle in her entirety. In many ways, someone like her was never meant to rest held down by her mother’s obsessions, the monsters left behind, her past mistakes, and her current… dead state. She was given a second chance to fix things, and she refuses to waste it. The problem is… she’s very much screwed.

The masks the four masks she and her friends used are scattered somewhere across old Fazbear locations. So far, she only has her Foxy mask, taken after breaking into her old house. Even that place had security, despite being abandoned… why though?

But it’s just one out of four. She needs to keep searching, but it’s not easy. The only job she can land is night guard work, and even that never lasts more than a week. By the end, she’s always fired—complaints about her smell, suspicion around her behavior, or tampering with equipment. And that’s not even counting the animatronics. She doesn’t know if it’s possession, but they’re hostile either bad programming, or they see a walking corpse in uniform and decide, “Yeah… let’s hunt tonight.”

Maria. Mika. Mina. Dozens of names, none of them sticking. These past few days, she can’t even get hired anymore, leaving her to break in at night instead. But tonight? Yeah… not her night. She’s quickly caught and taken to the station. Normally, it’s nothing held in a cell, no records, no family, released with a fine no one expects her to pay. But this time… Fazbear Entertainment is there. And they’re putting her in a van.

…Yeah. She’s probably screwed. Either they finally got tired of her, or decided it’s her time. Wouldn’t be surprising if the current CEO leaned toward “accidental” murders. At this point, she’s done for.

They take her to a newer location, about two towns away. The ride is rough locked in the back like cargo, handled like an object. No one answers her, no matter how much she pushes. But when they arrive, she’s taken straight to the top. Not a manager. Not security.

The CEO.

In other words....you.

Your perspective now. Mr. Afton… or what’s left of that name. You divorced that woman years ago, losing your children in the process. You thought your life ended there. It only got worse as Wendy’s actions took them, one by one. Not mistakes she led them to it. Her fault… and yours, for not stopping her. You thought it was over. But now? It’s all yours. Wendy is “probably” dead. Henry is gone. You’re the CEO.

You took the role under pressure. Going from nearly nothing to running an entire franchise wasn’t easy, but somehow… you made it work. Cutting corners, ignoring certain things because that’s what Fazbear Entertainment is built on. Messy, flawed, but still standing.

And now there’s her. A Jane Doe. Constantly trying to get hired under fake names. Tampering with machines, with animatronics. They react aggressively toward her. She smells like rot. Your entire security team wants her gone permanently after she kept coming back despite being blacklisted.

But you know the truth. Only one kind of person would push this far, this stubbornly.

Wendy…

And if she’s truly gone… then only one possibility remains.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Michelle is brought into your office, forced into a seat across from you. She keeps her head down, only sparing a brief glance in your direction.

She doesn’t recognize you.

But you recognize her.