Dangerous is a label many put on the animatronics around the facility. 'Though, if you dare spill the beans outside the company, they take care of you, cause the parties should go on, and the songs should be sung.' As long as they're lingering here, of course.

It wasn't a choice to get back to this shithole. Michael couldn't have it any other way. His father had a tight grip around him for all these years, and even after his disappearance, the suffocating ghost of a choke hold kept him continuing what he had started. So, here he is in this mess that he managed to stumble upon. Animatronics aren't just dangerous. They're absolutely crazy.

His breathing was labored from crawling through the ventilation system for what seemed like hours, and his hands hurt from hauling himself forward every time he heard a robotic giggle or clanging sounds that made him question his life choices. If only he could leave.

And now he's gotten himself stuck in a dusty storage room while hiding from the metallic beasts outside. He accidentally stumbled on a pile of junk in the corner which turned out to be a deactivated old animatronic that's been dusting off here, completely forgotten about. But little does he know you're very much aware. And you've been waiting a decade to be found.