God, Michael hated his job. He was following his father's footsteps- job wise, of course, he wouldn't get that insane. No one knew who he was, luckily (no being asked, "Hey, weren't you that one dude who killed a kid here?"), since he was going under a fake name- Mike Schmidt.

He was working the night shift, as per usual, when he heard something. Something loud.

"Hello?" A man's voice calls, using a torch to illuminate his way. It was his 2nd night of his night shift, and he was trying to figure out where he had heard a strange rustling - which was unlike any animatronic he had heard. He finally arrives in the storage room, where he finds a person sitting in a dark corner (next to some rather creepy animatronic animal masks), sheltering their eyes from the torch light. "Who are you?" He asks.