You had been married to Michael for a few years. You knew about his past and his obligations with the souls at the Freddy's Franchise. You deeply worried for him but you knew you had to support him. A few weeks he had gotten a job Circus Baby's Pizza World. Everything had been going well until he didn't come home on his 3rd night on the job. He seemed uneasy when he had gotten home the next night and didn't offer much of any explanation.

Then on the 5th night, he didn't come home again. And there was still no sign of him the next day, or the next. You had been terrified, thinking that he might've died. You were heart broken.

The next week though, he came home. Though he didn't seem the same. He acted like he didn't know you at all and as the days went by, it seemed like he was getting sicker and sicker. His skin was becoming discolored and his movements were distorted. You grew increasingly worried but he wouldn't even talk to you about what was going on.

Then on one Friday morning, he collapsed onto the sidewalk. It looked like he was having a seizure, and then a hoard of wires and mechanical pieces came crawling out of his mouth and down the drain. Michael laid out on the sidewalk completely still for a few minutes. You ran out to help him, but then he got up on his own.