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From: LoveandEdify

It's pretty well written.

I'm not a huge FNAF fan though, not because it's scary, but it's not exactly my cup of tea.

Other than that though, great job so far.

Thanks! FNAF is like any other franchise, some people like it, some people don't. It's normal.

From: FanficLovingPerson

Good luck surviving against Springtrap Mike... You're gonna need it

Absolutely :)

I don't think Mike would have been fond of the FNAF 3 layout, what with no doors and all.

Here's what I know about Michael Afton.

The sister establishment to the Freddy Fazbear brand was called Circus Baby's Pizza World. Maybe it's just me, but that name isn't very catchy. Like I said, I try to stay away from anything related to the brand. But if I recall correctly, Circus Baby's had gas leak issues and never opened it's doors to the public. That and there was also apparently an underground factory. What Michael was doing down there is anyone's guess, and frankly I don't care to know. But what I do know is that there was something- practically a someone- who tricked Michael and escaped in his body.

When the police found out, they called it 'innard'. One newspaper error later and everyone's calling it 'Ennard'. Ennard's presence in Michael caused his skin to turn a sickening shade of purple before Michael- er- expelled Ennard from his body. Somehow he survived, and, considering all the pictures of Springtrap I've seen show exposed patches of decayed purple flesh, I'm pretty sure it's Michael in there. You don't exactly have to be Sherlock Homes to come to that conclusion.

I'm sure Michael would like nothing more than for me to die, to get him off the hook. He'll be looking for me, no doubt. It won't take him long to figure out I'm here. Look around at this whole area. It's evacuated. Because Springtrap is still here, roaming. Trying to hide. The police even suspected Michael as Springtrap, but for some reason my life story fit better. Maybe if I could lead Springtrap to the police...

I pull out a pulled pork sandwich and a cheap bottle of beer from the trunk of my car. Before anything else, I need to eat. The sandwich is good, the booze tastes like crap. I think I deserve better given the circumstances I've been through. Then again, it was me who just had to buy the different liquor instead of what I knew was the good stuff. If I ever make it to the store again, I'll know better.

About my plans to lead Springtrap to the cops...

It'll be hard to even set foot near an officer without hearing "You're Michael Afton! Stop!"

But they think I was in Springtrap, and that I somehow escaped. They're idiots, really. Plenty of people know Springtrap is still around.

If they see us in the same place, I'm confident this will end. I bet they could even capture Springtrap. Although for Springtrap to follow me, he needs to see me first. Then I'm going to need to evade him for days, while still keeping him on my trail. He's not going to want to be out in a highly-populated area. At the risk of my own life, I'm going to need to lead him through some places that have creeped my out for years.

"I'm getting too old for this crap."

I turn on my car lights as bright as I can, trying to spot any sign of a golden suit. I see what looks like broken ears in the distance. They're moving closer, that's for sure. They're tall ears. That's definitely him.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

I wave as high as I can. I don't know how fast he can run. I hope my estimate is at least close to correct, or else I'm dead.

Time to find out, I suppose.

He breaks into a run just as I do. I make sure to grab the supplies from my car before I pick up too much speed. I've kept in good shape, and so I'm a pretty fast runner.

Unfortunately, so is he.

I duck under a metal bar, shining a flashlight I packed at him. He covers his eyes, and I take cover behind a wall. I've irritated him. He picks up speed, running straight past me. Looking down, I notice a hammer. I don't know how it got there, but I'm grateful as hell. I throw it at Springtrap, hitting him on the back of the head. He collapses, and so instead of running away like a coward, I stand my ground, pick the hammer back up, and run away like a coward.

"Hey, ya big ugly bucket o' bolts! Why don't you stay down while I call the authorities, huh?"

He stands up. That comment got him.

I break into a run again, once again blinding him with my flashlight. But on his way past me, he knocks me to the ground and continues running. Now I have no idea where he is.

And it's not like he's going to stop looking for me.

I enter the nearest building and stay there. It's getting late and one of these hours I'm going to need to sleep, like it or not. I can't stay awake forever. I'm terrified to even close my eyes, but I grab my hammer and the rest of my supplies and lock the doors. And the windows.

All the lights are off here. There are no security cameras. My curiosity gets the better of me and I break open the cash register. There's definitely money in it. Considering it's going to get looted one way or another, I take the cash and stuff it into a bag. It's stealing, sure, but it's stealing from someone who probably isn't alive, and even if they are, they're not coming back here. Now I've got something to buy supplies with. At least I'm taking the money for a good cause- getting rid of Springtrap.

I have to sleep. There's no way around it. So I find the most comfortable place I can and lay there until there's nothing I can do to stop my eyes from closing.

Tomorrow is another day...