Literally having gone out in a blaze of glory, with him and everyone he knew dying together in a glorious fire started by the business partner of his father; it was meant to be their final chapter, where their tragic stories all came to an end. The only thing that Michael Afton had on his mind with the last remaining bit of remnant within his purple broken-body burned up was death, was of the afterlife. While he was never a religious man by any means, he had been around death and possessed animatronics enough to know that dying didn't necessarily mean the end; but rather, a transition to the next stage of existence. Hoping to live out the remainder of his existence in paradise, but expecting to be greeted with more eternal suffering on the other side of the veil, what greeted Michael when he finally felt himself stirring awake from what felt like the deepest sleep he had ever experienced was far beyond what he could have imagined.
Awakening with his back laid out on what felt like a hardwood floor, Michael found himself staring directly into the familiar pair of blue plastic-eyes while feeling pressure on top of his chest. Looking up at the white-colored body and purple-accents of the foot-tall bear animatronic— noticing the bucked teeth, matching black bow tie and top hat combo— it didn't take Michael's groggy and confused mind long to figure out who was standing on top of him. "H… H-Helpy…?!" Michael finally managed to utter out, before immediately going wide-eyed after realizing that he was able to articulate his words well with what felt to him like a pair of healthy lips. Involuntarily reaching up to begin feeling up his face with his trembling fingers, Michae continued to stare up at the small white animatronic; half expecting the slightly swaying bear to either blink, or start speaking to him in some sort of goofy voice. What the tormented man ended up getting was the latter, but not how he expected.
Immediately noticing the white-sleeved shirt and pale-skinned arm that was attached to the fingerless balled-hand that reached over from behind the Helpy animatronic to grab a hold of its jaw, Michael was still processing the fact that his face and teeth were all back to normal as he watched the odd looking hand beginning to move Helpy's jaw. "Buranyuuu~!Come here baby girl; you owe me child support~!" A catty and extremely obnoxious feminine-voice said in a forcibly deep voice, before suddenly assaulting Michael by slamming Helpy's plastic face down hard against his mouth; all while the annoying voice started to make exaggerated kissing sounds.
Being rudely reminded what pain felt like again, when the front of Helpy's face cracked slightly, after whoever was controlling the lifeless animatronic like a puppet bashed his face about three times, Michael immediately swung his arm out to defend himself. "Gwuah…!G-Get the bloody HELLoff of me, CRETIN!" Michael shouted in a panic; hearing what sounded like a shrill cat-scream the moment he batted the plastic animatronic, and whoever was controlling it off of him.
Feeling as though he were in danger and under attack, the British man immediately rolled over on his side before scrambling up to his feet; his brain firing on all cylinders, as his eyes darted from side-to-side; past where Helpy's motionless body laid flat on his round, purple-colored tummy. Unsure of who he was looking for, or what they even looked like, all Michael knew in that moment was that his body was in flight-or-fight mode, and he was fully prepared to throw hands with whatever had busted his bottom lip from forcing him to kiss the small bear-animatronic.
The longer Michael took to search around the barren room that he was in, the sooner he began to piece together why the dusty-oak floorboards and barely functional ceiling lights looked a little too familiar to him. ' No way… No! It's not possible; it's not bloody possible! ' Micheal's mind screamed out internally, as the barren and barely-lit up room began to seem as though it was spinning around him; his overwhelmed and vastly horrified mind feeling in the clasp of shattering, as memories of him starting off with nothing but one-hundred dollars on his first day of his last job began to flood into his head.
" T-This can't be happening; there's no way that this bullshit should BEhappening…! " Michael repeated under his breath, as his knees began to wobble and shake underneath his own weight, before quickly landing on top of them. With his shoulders dropping and his arms hanging down by his sides, Michael let out an exasperated breath as the world around him began to instill a sense of defeat and hopelessness into him. "… It's not fair… It's just not bloody fair…! Tch, uhhh…! G-Goddamnit all…! FUCK ME! " Michael screamed out from the bottom of his heart; his fist slamming hard against the hardwood floor.
Falling forward on his hands and knees, as despair began to wash over what was left of Michael's already dwindled-down sanity, it was then that the distraught man's fit of mental anguish and existential dread was interrupted by the sound of cartoonishly squeaky footsteps emerging from the darknesses; just beyond the exposure of light, where the single and barely functional ceiling-lamp above him could illuminate the bleak and barren room surrounding him. Freezing up immediately the moment his widen eyes gazed up a the two-foot tall abomination that came to a stop several feet away from him, Michael was utterly at a loss as he stared at what he could only describe as a cross between an anime-chibi cat with blond hair, and the manifestation of someone's shitpost idea come to life.
"Damn baby girl, if you're gonna be begging for it while you're on your hands and knees, then I guess I could break your FINE ASS off a piece of this DICK~!" The cat-like entity's voice echoed out in an ethereal-like and otherworldly loudness; her cartoonish cat-eyes momentarily glowing brightly in a red light, as she flashed Michael by lifting her blue-skirt to reveal a small-throbbing bulge that was poking out from the crotch area of the Spider-Man printed underwear that she was sporting. Judging by the way the creature was having trouble keeping her balance, and the way she drifted back-and-forth from consciousness, Michael could only assume that the cat-girl before him was hopped up on some kind of drug.
More terrified than he was confused, the moment Michael saw the strange cat-like being beginning to advanced toward him with whatever genitalia she had covered up with a pair of kid's underwear was when he immediately reached behind him to begin scrambling away from whatever was trying to "break his fine ass off a piece". 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!' Michael cursed mentally to himself in a panic, as he desperately thought of a way to defend himself from the horrors that resided beneath a thin-layer of Spider-Man printed undies.
Just when hope really did seem to be lost for Michael, it was then that his left hand stumbled upon Helpy's plastic-exterior body while in the midst of backing himself up into an eventual corner. Hearing the horrid cat-girl purring while muttering incoherent nonsense under her breath, Michael's technical training in robotics kicked in, as his hands immediately picked Helpy's body up off of the floor behind him; turning the small animatronic around, before popping open its back panel to reach its open up its hidden console.
Thanking whatever god was smiling upon him in that very moment for allowing his lucky guess of where the power switch's location was to be correct on the first try, Michael held the small red button down that was attached to a small electric bank that was on the metal spine of Helpy's small endoskeleton; his heart dropping in his chest, after looking over the small bear's top hat, to see that the cat-like being was now less than a foot away from him. Attempting to cock his foot back in order to kick the little cretin away from him only allowed for the small cat to grab a hold of his raised thigh; a cry of panic escaping Michael's lips, as he felt the blond cat-girl spreading his legs open.
Licking her lips with her eyes glowing intensely in a basking crimson-light, the blond cat cackled promiscuously to herself, as she began lowering herself onto Michael's exposed crotch. "Nyagaaaa~!Hey baby, I'mma finna need some paper from you; this shit ain't free, you broke-ass punk!" The sinister cat-girl demanded, as she came centimeters away from pressing her groin against Michael's. Before she could force Michael into an uncomfortable position where she would feel obligated to ask for drug money afterward; it was then that the domineering light in her cartoonish eyes vanished the second she was yanked back from her prey.
Within the chaos of almost getting sexually assaulted by something that his little sister would have bought of marketable stuffed-plushie of, Michael hadn't realized that Helpy had finished powering up until he saw him standing a foot away from him, with his small white-plastic hand wrapped around the squeezed neck of his would-be assailant. Since Helpy was unable to vocalize his thoughts, he decided to let his hands do all the talking for him. Right out of thin air itself, Helpy pulled out his trusty air-horn before shoving its black-rubber horn straight into the cat-like creature's slobbering mouth.
With the power of the dead-meme that was the "MLG Air-Horn Sound Effect", Helpy's weapon launched the cat-like entity through the wall behind Michael at mach-speed; breaking the gamer sound barrier, as he sent the screeching monstrosity blasting off. Having to cover his ears after being exposed to Helpy's air horn at the distance he was at, the only reason why Michael's hearing was still intact when he finally lowered his hands down was because the cat-entity had taken the brunt of it inside of her mouth.
The thought of Helpy possibly having an ulterior motive that was as nefarious as the cat-girl's didn't cross Michael's mind until he realized that he and the small animatronic were the only ones left inside what he assumed to be an empty restaurant; having previously relied heavily on the aforementioned bear to help him run his fake pizzeria, Michael had just assumed that Helpy would be on his side from the get go. Tensing up as he sat on the floor with his arms stretched out behind him and his heels of his black shoes digging into the hardwood beneath him, Michael felt his heart skipping a beat the moment he saw Helpy's blue plastic-eyes darting over to him; the tension in the air between them being electric, as if one spark would be all it would take to ignite that empty pizzeria, just like the last one.
All emerging thoughts of doubt and uncertainty began to disintegrate into a figurative cloud of mental annihilation, as Michael saw the smiling animatronic taking a step forward before raising his small arm out to offer the British man his tiny white-hand. The light from outside seemed to seep through the massive hole in the wall that Helpy had created; the radiate sun beating down on Michael and Helpy, as the British man stared down at the offered hand presented before him. Make no mistake, Michael's confused mind was still over-saturated with questions about where he was, and how he had gotten there after vividly remembering burning in a fire that was meant to be an end-all finale for him and his family. But through the darkness there shone a light; a light of hope that the tormented soul had once thought to have been sniffed out long ago.
Reaching out to grab his brother-in-arm by the hand, Michael was taken aback by how powerful Helpy was, despite the fact that the small animatronic bear was only reached up to his knees. Stumbling forward and catching his balance after having been pulled up to his feet, Michael took a moment to regain his bearings as he looked down to get a better look at himself, with Helpy giving him two thumbs up from the corner of his peripheral vision. ' Oh shit, I've got skin again?! And oh hot DAMN!I remember this bloody outfit…! This is the same uniform I wore when my father sent me underground to " save" Elizabeth… Assholes, ' Michael thought sarcastically to himself, letting out a throaty chuckle, as he fixed the collar to his purple dress-shirt, before brushing off the dust from his black pair of slacks.
Using one part of his dress-shirt to wipe off any smudges from his golden security badge that he had pinned onto the left side of his shirt, Michael was finding himself starting to get into the groove of things as he made sure that he was nice and spiffy; his confidence boosting slightly, as he reached up to feel his brown-strands of real hair that were part of his scalp, instead of the artificial fibers of the wig he had gotten used to wearing, after his body was left as nothing but a purple-rotting corpse.
"… Alright then; I take it you and I are on good terms then, right Helpy?" Michael asked, after needing a few moments to gather his voice before speaking to the aforementioned robotic bear.
Replying to Michael inquiry with a friendly and upbeat nod, Helpy mimicked the young-looking British man by adjusting his black bow tie, before skimming the tip of his plastic finger against the brim of his small top hat.
Even though his situation wasn't exactly ideal, just knowing that he had someone who he could rely on to be by his side was a comforting feeling to Michael; even though the fact remained that certain the "someone" who he was relying on was in fact Helpy. Nodding his head at the small animatronic bear while letting out a long-winded sigh, Michael tightened his lips as he peered over at where the hole in the wall was. "… I think there might be some sort of skyscrapers outside. That's a good sign… Probably?" Michael mused aloud, after observing what looked like the side of a glass-paneled structure that was just out of view from where he was standing; the hole in the wall being too high up for him to properly get a good view of the outside.
Michael was attempting to jump up along the side of the compromised wall to pull himself up onto the edge of the hole when he was interrupted by Helpy, who got his attention by yanking repeatedly down on the end of his pant leg. Deciding to give up at the same time he looked down to see where Helpy was signaling for him to look, Michael followed where the tip of the robotic bear's finger was pointing to. Just like his last pizzeria, the glass double-doors of the establishment were on the Southside of the dining area, and upon cautiously making his way over to double doors with Helpy waddling beside him as fast as his small animatronic legs could carry him, Michael cupped his hands up against the left glass door before leaning his face into his cupped palms in order to peer through the transparent window; his foot-tall sidekick mimicking him once again, by trying to be just as discreet as Michael was thinking he was.
What greeted Michael first was the sight of a medium-sized black-asphalt parking lot that came equipped with a nearly seventy-foot tall "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" sign, that was constructed into the ground at the corner of the lot; the iconic neon-art of an unfamiliar looking version of Freddy Fazbear being front and center before a cast of unfamiliar looking animatronics confused Michael, as each and every one of them reminded him of the " glamrock" aesthetic that he had seen prominently during the nineteen-eighties.
"What the hell did that sign do to poor Freddy…?! He looks like trying to be the next David Bowie, with all that Ziggy-Stardust looking-ass makeup on… And since when the hell was there a goddamn ALLIGATOR?!" Michael shouted aloud to mostly himself rather than Helpy, as his mind found it hard to grasp the slender-tall bodies and overall stark contrast that the advertised animatronics had about them, in comparison to the uncanny appearances that the original line of animatronics that he was familiar with had.
Letting out a deep breath, Michael clicked his tongue against the side of his inner cheek, before finally taking a step back from the double-doors; his arms crossed over his chest, as he began to lament over the sight of the bizarre sign, along with the unfamiliar futuristic-skyscrapers that were just across the busy street where the parking lot ended; all of which had strange alphabetical symbols that he couldn't read. "Huh… I think it's safe to say that we're no longer in Utah anymore, Helpy; it looks like we might actually be China, or some other Asian-ass country," Michael mused half-sarcastically, as he looked down at Helpy's optimistic smile before beginning to search his pockets for anything useful on his person.
Finding that he still had his "Faz-Wallet" on him, Michael felt his heart racing in his chest and anxiety stirring about in his mind as he reluctantly opened it, so see what measly finds he has left to his name. ' … One-hundred dollars. I've got one-hundred dollars to my name, and an expired coupon for a free medium-sized drink, at any Arco within Hurricane, Utah. Alright, I think I can make this work; I've done much more with far less ,' Michael tried thinking hopefully to himself, as he closed his Faz-Wallet shut, before sliding it back into his side pocket
"… For the sake of our finances, I sure hope inflation here isn't as bad as it was back home; I still can't believe that that bloody jar of pickles almost ran me up for seven-hundred dollars," Michael said to Helpy while rolling his eyes, as he thought back to the past feeling of disbelief he experienced when he first saw the price-tag of the last available decoration that Fazbear Entertainment was willing to sell to him.
"… Well, I suppose there's only ONE way to figure that out, innit? We'll just have to figure that out for ourselves," Michael declared hesitantly to Helpy, as he himself wasn't quite happy about having to step outside in broad daylight, when the sidewalk themselves looked full of passing by pedestrians; a rather mundane and simple task that the man hadn't done, since his last body had been scooped and temporarily taken over by the an amalgamation of animatronics.
In stark contrast to the way Helpy was shaking his small arms and plastic-backside out with excitement at the idea of exploring the strange new world that laid just beyond the empty lot of the underdeveloped pizzeria, Michael was dreading the thought of leaving what little safety and comfort he could find solace in, within the desolate walls of the empty dining room. ' God dammit… There's no guarantee that I'll even be safe walking these streets during daylight hours; for all I know, those colorful anime-ass lookin'- WHAT THE FUCKARE THESE FREAKS EVEN WEARING?!' Michael screamed internally within the confines of his bewildered psyche, as he found himself unwittingly opening the double doors out, just so he could get a better look at the colorful and unique styles of fashion and appearances that the many different-looking people outside where wearing; with some of the aforementioned " people" not even being human at all.
From shinobis with headbands and flak jackets, to magic anime girls who were walking along side nearly seven-foot tall muscular men with a strange sense of fashion on them, and going all the way to strange-looking pirates and girls wearing lolita dresses, what Michael Afton saw within just a few seconds of gazing out past the perimeter of his empty pizzeria was quickly matched by the new colorful cast of characters who were walking behind the ones he had been shocked to see originally.
Overwhelmed with everything that he had seen, Michael immediately retreated back into the sanctity of the dining area; slamming the glass door behind him faster than he had ever done with any other door before in his life. With his back pressed up against the glass-paneled door, Michael could feel the room around him spinning again as he darted his wide-eyed gaze down to where Helpy was staring up at him with that same ever-present, derpy bucktooth smile that the animatronic bear had on his purple muzzle.
"Oh. Dear. God. I… I-I think I might know where we ended up after all, Helpy," Michael spoke in a shaken-up voice, as beads of sweat began to form on his face; just underneath where his brown styled bangs hung over most of his forehead. "Helpy… I think our sorry asses got sent to the WORSTpart of Hell."