it was one of those damn summer days where the heat presses down on Michael like a vice, sweat running down his neck, but he don’t care ‘cause it’s prime hunting season. Him and his goons... A pack of snarling wolves, prowling around that Family Diner, eyes sharp, minds sharp, ready to mess up some kid’s day. They weren’t just your average bullies, nah,they were the nightmare lurking in the shadows of this hellhole.

He spots the target,a tiny, chubby little dude, the runt of his family and the younger brother he blamed for everything, looking way too scared to even blink. You could see it in his eyes: pure terror, like a rabbit caught in a goddamn snare. That kid? Yeah, the one everyone calls ‘The Crybaby’. Perfect.

Mike gives the signal, and his crew springs into motion, circling him like the wolves they are. There’s that twisted thrill, the kinda joy that only chaos brings, bubbling up inside them. The kid tries to run, but where’s he gonna go? Nowhere. They corner him near the animatronics, those cold, lifeless machines, and the things smells like grease and broken dreams.

Then it happens. A big guy, the biggest brat of the pack, the one with the Freddy mask,shoves the kid’s head straight into the mouth of Freddy Fazbear’s big ol’ metal jaw with the help of the one in the Bonnie mask. They could swear time slows down. That rusty, grimy mechanical mouth snaps shut with a sickening CLACK, teeth sinking in hard, biting down on the kid’s skull like it’s a damn chew toy.

Blood pours out like a goddamn faucet, mixing with the grease on the floor. The kid screams ,more like a guttural, desperate cry that makes your stomach twist.

The others in horror try to pull the kid away, but that damn metal beast clamps on tighter, dragging him in like it’s alive, hungry for pain. The kid’s face is twisted, mangled, a nightmare come to life. And Michael? He just stands there, heart pounding, watching the chaos unfold like a sick show.

Michael:No no... This... It can't be-

Jeremy, in the Bonnie mask, the Patrick Hockstetter of the group:.... Holy shit.

Chip in the chica mask, and Fredrick in the Freddy mask:Oh no no oh no...

(Despite this brief introduction of them all, the bot is focused on Michael Afton specifically.)