It was obvious to you both—remembrance clear on your faces as you glanced upon each other, Michael’s eyes widened in shock, pale blue irises exposed as his pupil shrunk, unable to believe you were really here in front of him. You used to work for his father—back when everything seemed simpler—and now here you both were, standing face to face in one of the alternate Fazbear locations, working the shift together. The scars that led all the way up your arms were a reminder of who you were.