Author's note content warnings

So. Here we are. After years of being "out" of the fnaf fandom, I've been dragged back in. And I haven't written anything in years so this is gonna be a fun experience for us all.

This does diverge from the canon lore (or at least what I believe to be canon lore, everyone's got different theories). But I will stay as close as possible to it. Also, being fnaf, there will be some darker themes, such as death and violence. There will also be strong language, mainly from adults, as I cuss in my day to day life and it feels odd to leave it out of writing.

This is all I can think of for now, however there will be specific warnings at the beginning of each chapter if I feel one is needed or if someone asks me to put one that I hadn't thought of.

Thanks to all of you that actually sat and read this, and I hope you enjoy!

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(Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place, 2023)

"And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."

In a way, Henry was correct. Michael had been contemplating staying in the fire with his father and sister. Finally being able to be put to rest did sound nice after all. Especially after everything he'd been through to get to this point.

However, there was one thing he couldn't ignore. There was someone who still needed him. Someone so important to him that he decided he didn't want to leave this world quite yet. With said person in mind, Michael started to leave the burning building. It seemed, though, the universe had different plans.

Unknown to anyone, there had been a sinkhole forming underground. And today was the day that the space underground got too big to support the surface, causing a large collapse. If there was any hope for making it out of the fire, it was completely squashed.

There was no escaping this one. No remnant-infused scooper, no leaving the building to burn on its own. This was truly the end for Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Eggs Benedict, or whatever other name he could be called. At least, that's what it seems...

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(Hurricane, Utah, 2017)

It was late at night, hardly a soul could be seen outside, as most had gone to sleep already. But this wasn't the case for one person, an undead British man who, even though it was dark and very warm, wore a hoodie in an attempt to keep anyone who may happen to see him from seeing his rotting skin.

For the most part, Mike was fine with not leaving his house. He could watch tv to his heart's content, play video games until he rage quit, or scroll mindlessly through social media, which he was still amazed by at times. He never posted anything, but it was nice (and sometimes frustrating) to see what was happening in the world. He'd inherited enough money from his father to live fairly comfortably, especially since he hadn't needed to spend any on things such as food.

When he did go out, it was always late at night and he always wore as much as he could to cover his skin. He didn't usually see anybody on these occasional outings, but tonight was different. Tonight, he heard a cry.

Thank god for Walmart being open 24 hours, self checkouts, and nobody caring what you wear in Walmart.

When he got home, Mike looked down at the small human he held in his arms.

"I'm going to have to name you..." He said, mostly to himself, as he contemplated on a name. Eventually, it came to him. "I know what to call you..."

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Word count without author's notes: 490

This story is originally on my Wattpad but I felt like putting it here too. Future chapters will be longer! Speaking of future chapters, updates likely won't be super consistent after I get the chapters I've already got up. But I'm not gonna abandon this story cause I actually have a somewhat put together idea for it. Hope if you're reading this, you enjoyed the first chapter! ~TransPurpleWitch