||Michael's backstory||

||Chapt. 2||

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- Third persons pov - (TW nightmares, wholesome memory moments, torture and blood.)
"Hey Mama?" Michael mumbled, sitting on William's lap. "Yes?" His father answered, "Am I. . .worthless?" Michael asked hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure that word was supposed to be hurtful. It still hurt though. William stared at him with surprise, "No! Who told you that?" William replied, Michael lowered his gaze slightly. "Mommy said it to me. . ." Michael answered. . . .

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- Memory 1 end -/- Three days later -
Michael was sitting at the left wall, blood dripping from his shoulder. His hands were covered in blood, and it terrified him. He was currently shaking badly from what he had just done. "Kid?" He turned his head to see GlitchTrap sitting there, Michale was crying but didn't reply, instead he just ran into the rabbit's lap. Just bawling his eyes out. "Hey, Hey, shhhh~" GlitchTrap held the afton close to him, 'Poor kid. Stupid injections making him do such terrible things. I need to figure out how to get this poor kid out of here.' He thought, looking at Michael who was still crying.

The rabbit perked his ears, seeing Camilla coming into the room. She sighed and sat down next to him, except she couldn't see him. "Mike?" She mumbled, But GlitchTrap could tell she was gonna take him back to the experimenting room. She had bandages on her stomach. 'Stupid injections. Stupid science lab.' He growled before looking at Michael, who had cried himself to sleep. "Shit. . ." Camilla growled quietly,

GlitchTrap frowned, shaking his head before sighing. 'I have to find a way.' He thought, suddenly determined. Camilla carefully picked up the sleeping afton and carried him back to the room. 'And I can start by trying to keep him stable, but how can I do that without making things looking suspicious?' He wasn't sure how to fix this or how to do any of this. . .
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- 2 weeks later/Michael's dream -
Michael stared at his closet, he had been dealing with these two nightmares. His face was agonized, he already was in pain from the experiments and pain that had been inflicted on him. "Are you okay?" He felt slightly relieved that Nightmare Susan or just N. Susan had stopped trying to kill him. "I - I'm scared. . ." Michael rasped, seeing that N. Susan's facial expression was brooding. While N. SpringBonnie's facial expression was glazed with confusion, and he seemed peeved by Michael's complainants. "It's okay! I'm here for you." N. Susan reassured him as his dark gray ears twitched.

Michael hesitated but only nodded, he hoped that N. Susan would always stay by his side. Same with GlitchTrap. . .
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- Memory 2 -
"I - I'm sorry! I - I won't do it again!" He choked out, his whole body shaking. "Shut up brat and go to your room! And don't come out until tomorrow!" Rosie spat as the little Afton ran towards his room, tears streaming down his face. His left eye was bleeding and he could barely see out of it. He suddenly tripped over his foxy plushie, he quickly got up and grabbed it. Now hiding in the corner of his bedroom. He didn't want to be alone. He soon cried himself to sleep in the corner that he felt safe in. . .
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- Memory 2 End -
"Michael? Michael! Wake up!" Michael heard GlitchTrap's worry voice, he whimpered in pain. He saw bandages wrapped around his new wounds, "G - Glitchy. . .I - I'm scared. . ." He rasped, shaking badly. "Don't worry buddy. . .I will get you out of here soon. . ." GlitchTrap mumbled, holding Michael in his lap. "Hopefully. . ." He sighed, knowing that poor Michael was already traumatized of being in this place. GlitchTrap couldn't blame him though. "Just go back to sleep, I'm sure tomorrow will be better." He mumbled as he noticed that Michael looked a bit tired still, "O - Okay. . ." The Afton sniffed before falling asleep quickly. . .