October 23, 1993
Down in his office, Michael Schmidt (previously Afton) was psyching himself up for his plan. His brown hair messy, his blue eyes darting around, his skin caked in goosebumps. He was breathing heavily, his forehead sweaty. He wipes his forehead with his uniform sleeve. He pulls out his phone, and calls Roselle.
Roselle was his wife for 2 and a half years. They met in a homeless shelter, Mike was homeless and Rose was helping. Eventually they fell in love. Rose was very pretty, Mike thought. But he supposed any husband should think something along those lines. She had long blonde hair, freckled skin, and blue eyes to match Mikes.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang. This didn't surprise Mike, it was 12 am. He left a voicemail. He couldn't decide what to say. So after 20 seconds of silence he said, "I love you," To the future Rose that would hear it, his voice shaking.
He ended the voicemail, and stood up from his chair, grabbing the fire ax he had brought. He left the office with his flashlight, clicking it on and looking around, he snuck over to the bathroom hallway, careful not to be seen, and slammed the ax into the wall.
Crack!
He waited and eventually, Freddy appeared in the hallway entrance, and swiftly had an ax rammed into his face. The robot stumbled back in surprise, and wasn't able to defend itself from the several following blows, as Mike forcibly disassembled it, hoping to free the soul inside.
He repeated this pattern with Bonnie. Then Chica. And finally Foxy.
Mike looked down at foxy, his clothes battered in oil splats, his nametag being mostly covered so only the "M" was legible. Suddenly the room got horribly cold. Mike looked back in horror to see Cassidy, one of his fathers victims. Her form was like a white mist, yet human shaped and 2 angry-looking black eyes showing on its face, tears flowing down. She glared at him.
His mind was filled with whispers, angry, mad whispers. He couldn't understand it, but 1 word was heard several times. "Him." They thought he was William.
Mike looked around frantically as a soul rose from each of the destroyed suits. Gabriel. Then Jeremy. Then Susie. Then Fritz.
Mike tried to reason with the ghosts as he was backed against the wall, his ax falling from his hand. But all that came out was "Wait," and "Please." He realized something.
The backroom! It was behind the wall he was pressed against. He pulled open the hidden door and slammed it shut, locking the ghosts out, for a little.
Mike looked around frantically for somewhere to hide, seeing posters, some arcade machines, and the old yellow rabbit costume. It was a springlock suit! He could hide!
He hurried over and pulled the suit on before sitting in a limp position, pretending to be the suit as the door opened, the spirits pouring in. Searching for him. Mike screwed his eyes shut in horror.
He sat there for so long before opening an eye to a crack.
Cassidy was looking right at him.
He screwed his eyes shut again, begging that they would leave. It wasn't fair. He hadn't done anything! His horrid excuse for a father had ruined everything!
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't!
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't-
SNAP.
Pain. All over. He screamed but it was cut short as his throat was punctered. His body felt like everything that could break was broken. Everything that could pop was popped. Vision was lost as his eyes were burst. He shook in horrid, screaming pain on the floor. Trying desperately to shout for help, but it was futile.
Finally the pain stopped screaming, and started throbbing as he bled out.
He felt something grab his head, and everything went dark.
In his punctured eyes, he somehow saw the puppets mask.