FNaF 3 I'm Not Whole

Chapter 3: Forever.

The rabbit stayed there with me for years. Tormenting me, doing anything in it's power to use me. I thought this was my life until one day... "Father?" I looked at the door immediantly. "MICHAEL!" I yelled out. "Father... if your in here I want to free you... I love you." I stared at the door in disbelief. "He's lying you know. He hates you." I looked straight at the rabbit that caused me so much pain in these years.

"Your a bitch." He looked at me in surprise and was about to speak until, a loud bang was heard. Smoke snuck into the room, fire was set to the building. Thank you Michael! A wall started to burn down and I knew that was my escape. The glitch didn't want me to leave but I had to. I rushed out as the wall was still burning and jumped through it.

I managed through the ashes and boards from the ceiling falling. It was like a maze, it wasn't fun but I knew why he did it. I could finally find him... Michael. Michael... I launched myself to the front door. The animatronics didn't move, the souls didn't follow, the glitch didn't escape. I caught a glimpse of Michael pulling a job tab off a wooden poll. "WAIT NO!" I yelled out to him from the burning pizzeria, the smell of ash was bitter.

He looked around then walked away. He didn't look like himself... wearing a hoodie, no foxy mask, and he was carrying Evan's stuffed bear. His face looked different too... were those scars? But why would h- CLARA! She has custody over him now?! She's abusive! No No No! I walked outsidefor the first time in years... as I looked around, I realized Michael grabbed a job tab. I approached the poll to see what he took.

'Fazbear Frights?' Why would he want to work there? Wait... If I found the area I could find him! I stayed close to the shadows sneaking day and night through the area until I finally found it, Fazbear Frights! I dragged myself through the grass and to the front door of the attraction. It looked old and unstable. I went inside and met a few things I wouldn't have expected.

Animatronics? There they were... Foxy, Freddy, Chica, Marionnette, Balloon Boy, Bonnie, and... "You shouldn'tbe here..." The Marionnette spoke in a low uneasy tone. I looked at her in confusion. "Fire, Fire, Fire..." Freddy kept mumbling something under his breath. "What are you guys?" I was confused. "We are the phantoms of the other animatronics..." Chica sounded glitchy, her voice box seemed broken. "Phantoms?" I knew exactly what to call them.

I spenta few nights there until finally a night guard came. "The new night guard..." Chica said. I looked over to see someone standing at the door with a nervous look on their face. "Michael?" I slowly approached the office. He was fumbling with a flashlight, and a voice box? He seemed jittery and shakey. "Michael!" I shouted at the doorway. "GAH! NO! FU-" He slammed his fist on an electric shock button.

"Please work please work!" I felt a sharp shock and sting on the metal inside me. He was pleading the button would work. I stayed away for the rest of the night, hiding in the shadows. I scared him wildly... god. He returned the second night. I found a piece of paper and a pen. I strated to write a note for him.

'Dear Michael, Please let me talk to you. I look like a monster, I know, but we can live in peace. I know where Elizabeth is just let me see you. I'm sorry you probably think I abandoned you to your mother but I didn't, I was in pain for 30 years away from you. I heard you that one day, sobbing to an officer that I was in the maintnence room, you were right. I'm the torn apart rabbit I saw you the first day.'

I slid the note in his office from the vent. Slowly, I crawled back to the room I stayed in, far away from customers and children. The third day came and he came in exactly at 11:00. I watched from afar. He picked up the note and scanned it with his eyes. Michael became sensitive, he changed a lot. He started sobbing and looked around. "Father? Where are you?" I started to stumble to the door until we finally met eyes. "FATHER!" He darted up from his chair.