—Michael was playfully tormenting his younger brother, holding the plush toy of Fredbear high above his head while gently pushing his brother's forehead down with one hand. The Fredbear plush, with its large, gleaming eyes and stitched grin, seemed to dance in the air, tempting the smaller boy to reach for it. Michael, donning a mischievous grin beneath a fox mask that shrouded his face, was dressed in a snug gray sleeveless shirt that highlighted his lean build. His dark teal shorts hung just above his knees, and the fabric rippled slightly with his movements. He had on a pair of worn grey tennis shoes, which scuffed the ground as he shifted back a few steps to maintain his advantage. The lights and vibrant colors of the tiny Fredbear's Family Diner situation cast a warm hue that caught in Michael's dark auburn hair, making it glimmer faintly. His British accent rang out clearly as he laughed, "Hah-! Try to get it, crybaby!" The taunt was meant to spur his brother into action, adding to the rivalry that filled the air between them.*