||Michael's backstory||

||Chapt. 3||

Sarah's new name is Rosie.

Is Michael ten now?
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- Third persons pov/Three years later -
Michael was sitting in the corner of the room, his right shoulder was aching so bad. He was muttering curses, he had no idea how old he was, but Camilla was lying three years ago. He hasn't really gotten out of the room, and he hasn't seen Glitchtrap. He was. . .alone in this place right now. "Hey there." He glanced at Camilla, who stood in the door. "A - Anymore. . .experiments. . .?" He asked, his voice has been fixed but he still has his moments where his voice become glitchy and broken.

But the female scientist just shrugged. "I just came here to tell you that your father has got the money." She told him, "so you'll be able to leave." She added, turning away, about to leave. "T - Thanks." He mumbled, not looking at her. "Don't mention it Kid. Literally." She answered calmly, but her eyes shone with amusement and left the room. Michael sighed as he pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his left arm around his legs. Closing his eyes.

"Hey there Mike." Michael opened a eye, hearing Glitchtrap's voice. "I heard that William has got the money, right? When is he coming?" . . .he didn't know. "I don't know." He answered, resting his chin on his knees. Feeling pain in his back and right shoulder, from that one injection that Camilla had told him about. She wasn't lying about that being much more painful and harsh. "You okay kid?" Glitchtrap asked, sounding a bit concerned.

Michael sighed, "I'll be fine. I'm just thinking that's all." He answered honestly. "And definitely tired." He added, when he felt his exhaustion catching up to him more often. He should be glad that his nightmares were gone, but it made him wonder, where did they go? Did Nm. Fredbear and the others got a new victim?

He couldn't care less if that's the thing. That's when he remembered a moment between his father and himself when he was six or five. How old was he right now though? When he went here on the first day, he was seven.

"Hey daddy?" Michael was playing with his foxy plushie, but he was nervous for tomorrow. "Hm?" William looked at him, pausing his planning. "I'm nervous for tomorrow! What if they don't like me? What if I get bullied?" William sighed, smiling softly. Gently placing his left hand on his son's shoulder. "It's okay, I'm sure the other kids and the teachers will absolutely love you." He told him, "And you know why?" Michael looked at him, "You got my good looks." William gave him a playful grin, causing his son to laugh with amusement. "Am I handsome like you?" He asked through laughter, "Yes you are!" William answered and started tickling his son.

Michael sighed with a soft smile, it was nice to remember the good memories. He looked up, hearing the announcer. "Subject 207, please come to the office." He frowned and stood up, wincing in pain. "William must be here." Glitchtrap guessed, as Michael made his way out of the room and headed towards the direction of the office. When he arrived in the office, he saw his father.

William had his hair tied up in a ponytail, due to it being long. He was also wearing a long-sleeved purple guard outfit. He also was wearing black pants, and black shoes. "Dad!" Michael let out a happy yelp, rushing throws his father, wrapping his arms around him. William chuckled lightheartedly and hugged him back. "Come on, let's get you home." He mumbled, he had already noticed the scars on his son's arms and face, and neck. He knew this place was hell.

But it made him wonder, who had sent him? He knew Henry was too soft on Mike, and he knew Rosie may be harsh on Michael but she could never send him to the asylum. Right?
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- Later at home -
Michael felt. . .overwhelmed to be at home again, and perhaps a little bit scared. He noticed a lot of baby toys, which made him confused. He cautiously went to the kitchen, trying his best to avoid the toys. He noticed a small orange haired girl that was in a baby chair, eating baby food. William was in the basement, probably working on some animatronics. Michael slowly turned away, "Michael." He froze in his tracks, "Could you check Evan? He's upstairs in his crib." She growled.