The elevator was silent, aside from the mechanical whirring of the gears, as it traveled down to the entrance to his soon to be grave. Sighing, he questioned himself again as to why he chose this job, but then he remembered the empty darkness in his small one-bedroom apartment, across the street from the original Freddy Fazebear location. The thoughts of his apartment eventually led to the establishment across the street from him and from there his mind went through the tourture he went through at the hands of the children's souls. Shaking his head he focused on the elevator that was slowly coming to a stop, the doors opened revealing a black and white checkered floor encompassed in a darkness so familiar to him he almost felt as though he were walking into the Fazbear location for the first time again. Once again shaking those thoughts from his head he walked forward just barely keeping himself from jumping when the lights flashed on as he reached the middle of the room, revealing the room to be even more empty than he originally thought. Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of his mind he continued forward to the entrance of the vent, knowing how he was supposed to get to his office having been debriefed by the owner of the building two days before then.
As he reached the entrance of the vents he heard a loud screeching noise that came from rusted gears grinding against each other, his instincts kicking he spun around arms raised in a defensive position only to find no one there, confused and high on adrenaline he slowly turned around and began to enter the vents. After a few minutes of silence he declared it safe to move forward, it was as he was moving further into the vents did a shadowy figure move from the sides of the room.
_P.O.V Change_
The figure watched him with an almost animal-like curiosity, tilting its head. It watched him quickly but silently make his way through the vent to the night guard office that was made out of excess crawl space in the vents. Forgetting about i's task it continued to watch the guard until he was completely in the office, hearing the familiar voice of the wannabe animatronic 'Hand Unit' giving him instructions to check the lights in 'Ballora Gallery' the figure quickly moved back to its stage, knowing that their room was next. Just as it made its way onto the stage the stage lights flickered on giving the animatronic a full view of the young night guard, gulping slightly it took in the handsome person that was their acting night guard until he quit or was killed. Its thoughts quickly diverted themselves when the night guard spoke, quiet but loud enough for it to hear.
"So this is what he did with you, I wonder if you remember me Foxy? You probably don't but I do, all those fun nights we had with me, you, and dad. Where'd the time go?" the fox focused half of its attention too watching as the night guard violently shook his head, while the other half was focused on locating the data set that held it's memories of when before it was put in the pizzeria, quickly locating them it sorted through them looking for the memories the night guard spoke of, upon finding them it's servo's scanned them revealing them to be true and not implanted. Confused, it looked back up to the glass becoming slightly disappointed when the fox realized that the man was no longer watching their stage. Deciding to try and ask him later should he come through its room the animatronic fox powered off for the night. The fox was completely oblivious to the plotting that its leader was doing the second she saw the night guard mistaking him for her father, she planned to end his life, having learned what he did to those children.
_P.O.V Change_
The night had gone slightly better than I expected, it wasn't too hard but it was also kind of confusing, when I looked into the Room Circus Baby was in I could have sworn that she was looking at me with hatred in her eyes, but knowing what I knew about the other location I concluded that it was entirely possible that there was a soul in her and it was mistaking me for my murderous father. Wondering if that single misconception was going to make my job harder I crawled out of the vents and into the main room, quickly getting to my feet I walked toward the elevator. My thoughts started to wonder as I reached the elevator, they slowly but surely drifted to the empty apartment that I was going back to, I started to wonder what it would be like I had never pulled that prank, or if mother and father had paid attention to us before Terrence did what he did, I wondered if maybe we could be a happy family if none of that had happened. But then I remember that dad had still killed before Chris ever died, and that Terrence was still depressed either way and that if Terrence had never died then Chris and Elizabeth would have never been born. Quickly becoming overwhelmed I moved my attention to walking outside of the building as the elevator had stopped sometime while I was lost in thought. The walk to his car was quiet and peaceful, the drive back to his apartment even more so.
He was unlocking the door of his apartment when his landlord came around the corner holding a box, after spotting him he sped up with a look of slight aggravation and focus as he almost barreled into Micheal.
"Uh, sir? Is there something you needed?" he asked warily after all this wouldn't be the first time that his landlord had asked him to do some strange oddball job that no one else in the complex would do.
"Yeah, some kid came into the office today and said this was for you, caused me a whole bunch of trouble that brat did, I ought to make you pay for the damages since he came for you, but I won't. Now take the package and go." with that said the landlord shoved the package into Michael's arms and stormed off muttering something along the lines of 'Destructive little shits, think they own the whole damn world.'
Confused and slightly worried Michael quickly unlocked his door and walked inside, closing the door behind him he kicked off his shoes while holding the unknown package in his arms he made his way over to the couch. He slowly sat down knowing that if he tried to sit down too fast that there was a high chance that the couch would end up going out from underneath him. After making himself comfortable he stared long and hard at the mysterious package in his hands, wondering just who in the world knew him well enough to know where he lived, and then that pegged the second question, who did he know with a kid? As far as he knew Fritz was single and didn't know where he lived, Jeremy had kicked the bucket last year when he slipped up with the Marionette, Scott's kid was his age and while he knew where he lived he only came or sent anything unless it was an emergency. Carefully cutting open the top of the package he almost cried when he saw what was inside, it was a teddy bear, but not just any teddy bear, those gold and purple markings were far too distinctive to not be his. Putting his hands over his mouth after setting the package down, he stifled his cries as much as he could, tears were flowing freely from his eyes, while his breathing sped up to a point where he was almost hyperventilating. After calming himself he once again reached for the package, slowly pulling its contents out of the flimsy plastic walls he gripped the bear, trying his best not to remember the green-eyed little boy who carried this around with him, the green-eyed littleboywhowillnevergettoseehissixthbirthdaythelitttleboyheKILLED. Slowly his thoughts came to a stop as his panic attack subsided. Gradually he sat up again from his fetal position, moving his hands to rub the tears he knew were there from his eyes, his gaze focused on the bear that was innocently sitting in his lap. Staring at the toy he was desperately trying to keep his mind from wandering again to the boy who had once owned this toy. Grabbing the toy I set it on the stand next to the couch, making sure that it was safely in place I stood up and made my way to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something I eventually found a sandwich that I hadn't finished the day before. Having found something to satisfy me for the time being I walked back to the living room and sat down, slowly I ate the remaining half of my sandwich pondering over who could have not only known where I live but also who could have been so intertwined with our family that they could have come to possess Chris' teddy bear. Soon enough it was around eight and the exhaustion that came from working the night shift eventually took over and Michael found himself falling asleep on his couch, recognizing it for what it was he quickly made his way to the small room containing his bed.