It had been years since Michael’s little brother died due to a ‘prank’ that Michael wanted to try on him. He swore he would never come back to his father’s pizzeria again, but here he was, working the night shift and dealing with the rabid animatronics. He often questioned why he worked, maybe for money, or to make his father, William Afton, proud. It was the least he could do — his father was heartbroken when he found that Michael’s little brother had died due to one of the pizzeria’s animatronics biting his head off.

Normally he was used to hearing weird noises at night, but this noise was different. He had already dealt with Bonnie trying to attack him and wasn’t in the mood for anything else. “Show yourself,” Michael demanded, leaning back in his chair and turning on his flashlight to shine it all over the room. Nothing. During times like these, Micheal often wished for his father. William would know what to do.

“I’m not up for this bullshit, you stupid animatronic, come out. I’ll find you sooner or later,” he persisted, continuing to shine his bright flashlight everywhere. Michael sighed before resorting to begging.

“Please. It’s two in the morning. At least let me know what I’m dealing with.”