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Michael groaned when he finally woke up from a slumber that was who knows how long. He was still tired, though, but he knew he shouldn't sleep. Being an animatronic made him constantly tired for some reason and... oh, yeah, he was Glamrock Freddy now. Despite living with it for some time, he still forgot, especially when he just turned back on.
He walked out of his room to for Gregory. His mind was fuzzy and damn, he hadn't felt this tired since he was... well, not human, per say, but before he was an animatronic. Finally, though, he found Gregory.
"'Ello, Gregory! What are you doing?" Michael was too tired to notice how different his voice was, or the accent that reappeared. Gregory turned around at the sound of his name, but was weary at the unfamiliar voice.
"Who are you?" Gregory asked, but didn't look at the face of the man who had spoken. Instead, he looked around for where he could run.
"Gregory, what do you mean? It's me, Freddy."
"What? You're not Freddy, you're a person."
"Gregory, that's preposterous..." Michael finally took a second to look at his appearance. His arms were thin and bony, but had a little muscle on them. Most notably, however, they weren't artificial. "I... I mean, yes... sorry to bother... you. I don't know what I was thinking'." Michael began to hide his face in any way possible, looking away from Gregory and raising his arms in such a way that it hindered Gregory's view.
Before the man started to walk away, Gregory noticed a few things. Firstly, why would he suddenly back off unless he was hiding something? Plus, he acted a little like Freddy. Except, he was clearly hiding his face. Damn him, if only he could see his face. But... could the mysterious man be Freddy? Would that really have been the weirdest thing he'd ever seen?
"Hey, wait! Freddy?"
The man turned around without thinking, showing Gregory his face.
"Dad!?"
Michael's eyes widened. "I... I... what?"
"You look exactly like how I think I remember my dad looking. And you act like Freddy."
Accepting defeat, Michael gave up. "I... I can explain. So... yes, I'm Freddy, and that's a pretty long story. I don't know about me being your father, though..."
"What's your name?"
"Uh, I'd have been going by Mike Schmidt around the time you were born." Michael rubbed the back of his neck. Never had he felt so awkward around Gregory. Damn, this was different.
"My last name is Schmidt..." Gregory said.
"I... oh... Who is your mother?" Michael asked.
"Her name was Morgan Dunfry."
"I... yeah, that's her... Was?"
"She died about a year ago. I went off the records after that."
"Ah, that makes sense. Almost. How did you go off the records?"
Gregory shrugged. He never thought nor cared about it. He just assumed that was what happened, because he couldn't think of any other explanation.
"Now, explain how you're Freddy."
Michael paused for a moment. Shit, right... "Uhh... well, that's a long story."
"You're telling me."
"Okay, fine, but let's go somewhere a little more... private." Why'd you have to inherit my stubbornness? I hope he won't be like me as a teen.
Michael walked Gregory to a secret place. He had never told the others about it. The pizzeria under the Pizza Plex was old, smelled putrid, and looked horrible, but it was as private as they'd get. He took Gregory to the replica of his old apartment he'd made some time ago when he first possessed Freddy.
"This is how my room looked for a long time, after... well, I'll get to that. What do you want to know exactly, Gregory?"
"How are you Freddy? I don't understand. That doesn't make sense."
"Ah. Straight to the dark side. Though I suppose all there is is dark. Okay, you might want to brace yourself. I'm just going to give you the whole story."
Gregory did as the man... his father said. He didn't really know what to do any more. This was his father? Freddy was his father? This was Freddy? Nothing made sense. Not the burn marks that were spread across the pizzeria they had walked through, not the man in front of him, not the animatronics trying to attack him.
"When I was a kid, I had two siblings," Michael started. Gregory noted the ominous past tense he used. "My father was the co-owner and co-creator of the entire Fazbear's franchise. He and his friend, Henry Emily, made them together. So, naturally, we spent more time there than most kids do. My brother had his birthday party there. Back then, I was friends with three others, and we all were arseholes. Long story short, we tried to play a prank on him and put his head in one of the animatronics' mouth, but it ended up crushing his skull. I didn't really care back then, I don't think, but I grew up. My sister had also died - though she technically went missing - a few weeks prior."
Gregory didn't really know what to do. He wanted to know how he was Freddy, not hear the man's whole life story. Though he supposed he wanted to learn more about his father. And, wait, he had an aunt and an uncle? Or, at least, used to?
"I was alone with my father for a few years after that. My mother wasn't in the picture long, I don't really remember what 'appened to 'er. He, 'owever, did something... okay, I'm just going to put this bluntly. He murdered children. He put them into the animatronic suits and figured out that they would possess them. That's basically how I'm Freddy."
"Your father killed you?"
"What? No, no! I mean, I wouldn't put it past him anymore, but I died in a different way."
"How?"
"Well, after William died - that's my father - I found a note telling me to set the souls free. I think he mostly meant of my sister, but I went along and went to every Fazbear's location and tried to free any souls that may have been there. Most of them thought I was him. My situation was similar to when you were in the security room and everyone was trying to get in, until I got to one location. There is where I died. Several of my organs were taken out and my spine and rib cage were severely damaged."
Gregory had no words, and instead sat there with his mouth agape. After a few moments of silence, Gregory changed the topic.
"How are you human right now?"
"I don't actually know. I woke up like this, I assume. I was too tired to notice anything different. I have one theory, though." The last part Michael said under his breath, low enough for Gregory not to hear. "By the way, my real name is Michael Afton."
"Oh. I... What am I supposed to call you?"
"Oh. Well, it doesn't matter. Whatever you want."
"Oh, okay. By the way, what's with the pizzeria down here?"
"Oh, yeah, er... well, freeing souls wasn't really a one-and-done situation, and I kind of failed that last one with my sister, so Henry Emily, the man I mentioned earlier, gathered most or all of the animatronics there and, well, burned them. And us. Though I don't know where Henry went."
"Wait... you're an arsonist!? You, Freddy, who's always been yelling at me for even thinking a curse word, has committed a felony?"
"Well, it's probably not the only one..." he said very quietly. "It's not the first time, I'm going to be honest." Gregory started laughing at the irony. Even Michael cracked a smile and chuckled a little.
"Well, we should probably head out of 'ere."
With that, they walked back to the main area. The mall had been closed that day, thankfully, so they could walk freely. Michael just hoped he didn't run into any of the others. That would require too much explaining. Gregory walked near Michael in such a way that Michael hid him.
Instead, he ran into someone much worse.
Now, all Vanessa wanted was to work in peace. Of course, though, that couldn't happen: she worked at Freddy Fazbear's. Oh, and the whole "child murderer as a boss" thing didn't help much either. But speaking of her boss.
"Boss!?" She squeaked. Michael looked at her. He blinked, then realized what happened.
"I didn't know you were coming! I promise I'm working on it, just give me more time!"
"I think that's enough of that." A new voice showed up, but it was very similar to Michael's.
Vanny blinked. There were... two? "I..."
"Now, Vanny, what have I said about being more observant? Look closer, tell me the differences between us!" William smiled, but it wasn't happy. It was sinister, manipulative. It certainly toed the line between a smile and a passive threat.
"Go back to hell." Was all that Michael first said.
"Oh, Michael, why would I do that?"
"Cassidy."
"And how are you going to find her?" Michael didn't respond. "As I thought. Now, Vanny, continue. What are the differences?" He turned to her. She glanced to Michael in a plea for help.
"He- he's younger-looking, your expressions are different.... You dress differently. He's just a little bit taller."
"Old man," Michael said childishly.
"Now, Michael, are you really one to talk?"
"I'm only middle-aged. You're in your 80s or 90s. Give up. Stay dead."
"Michael, you know I always come back."
"And I always follow you," Michael said, throwing a lit match at the man.
"Damn you!" William cried before letting out wails of agony.
"You first."
A few hours later, William's unconscious body disappeared. Michael hoped it would at least be a while until he saw him again. But for the moment, he had more current issues pressing. They went by the names of Montgomery, Chica, and Roxanne.
"So," Montgomery started. "Who de hell're ya?" He just shrugged, avoiding the question. Vanessa sat off to the side, trying to avoid the inevitable questions as well.
"So you just waltz in here, commit arson, and then try and avoid questioning? Vanessa, why haven't you contacted the police?" Roxanne followed.
Vanessa, startled and disappointed that her plan didn't work, stuttered for a moment. "I... I... well... it's because I know who the other man was. But, who are you? Why do you look the same?"
"Believe me, you're not the first to tell me that," Michael finally said. The animatronics blinked. He was British. Why was some random British man in Utah of all places? "I'm his son, unfortunately."
"Gregory, how do you know him?" Chica asked.
"Well... I, uh..."
"Oh my god, I'm done with this. It's Freddy. I died a long time ago and possessed Freddy not as long ago. Blah blah blah, any questions?"
The animatronics just stared. Vanessa, though she knew the gist of it, still couldn't help but be surprised at everything with the Fazbear's franchise. She'd flinched a little. Gregory looked mostly unphased, so Vanessa had to assume Freddy - well, Michael, she guessed - had told him everything.
"What the hell?" Roxanne questioned. Montgomery had to agree.
"What, do you want the whole spiel? It all started in 19-fucking-66 when I was unfortunately born."
"You can't be Freddy, you act nothing like him!" Roxanne accused.
"Oh, yeah, because programming won't mess with my personality. Nope. The more advanced animatronics with AI seem to be more separate to the soul that possesses them than the older ones who were possessed. They just took over totally."
"There's more possessed animatronics? There's more ghosts?"
"Souls, actually." Michael leaned back further into the couch he was sitting on. "Yes, there are."
"Why are you here? How did you get here?"
"Ha, that's not important. Don't look in the basement, by the way. Totally unrelated."
Wow. Freddy truly was different. Montgomery kind of liked the new version of him.
Finally, after Montgomery, Roxanne, and Chica no longer had questions, or at least didn't voice them, Gregory and Michael could spent some time alone.
"So, anything you want to do, Superstar?"
"I don't really know. I mean, what can we do?" Gregory asked rhetorically. That made Michael ponder.
"That's a great idea. Though... I'm curious on whether or not I can eat." Gregory blinked, the reminder of what had happened to his father almost making him loose his appetite.
"Is it safe to test that?"
"Oh, I don't need to test it. I just need to look at my abdomen. Believe it or not, I can't tell the difference between 'aving a gaping 'ole in my abdomen and not." Gregory let out a small laugh, and Michael joined him. "Though, my back feels better than I remember - but I don't remember much, so I s'pose that's not reliable."
And so it was: Gregory headed off to one of the restaurants they had in the Mega Pizza Plex while Michael went to the bathroom to see what his situation was. Unsurprisingly but unfortunately, his abdomen looked the same as when he fist died, only there wasn't as much blood all over. I should put a bandage over this. I'll do it after Gregory eats. He moved to grab his and put it back on, but he suddenly had an excruciating pain in his lower back, accompanied with pain in his ribs.
"Ow, fuck, god damn it!" Michael yelled without thought, hoping nobody was outside. "Guess my back isn't better. Jesus." Part of him wondered if knowing his injury was there made the pain worsen. He took a few moments for the pain to settle down, then he put his shirt back on and walked back to Gregory, who was already shoving some pizza into his face. Michael chuckled at his antics.
"So?" Gregory said, looking up at Michael.
"Unsurprisingly, it's still there.
"Oh, unfortunate. Guess more pizza for me, then."
"I should really start getting you better food," Michael said, dragging his hands down his face.
"How? You can't go outside... Wait..."
"Oh, shit, that's right. Er... don't repeat that, Gregory." Gregory looked at him with a shit-eating grin, and Michael didn't even know why he tried any more. "Has 'urricane changed much?"
"Hurricane? We aren't in Hurricane. We're in Washington."
"Oh, right, I forgot we moved over to Washington. See, I lived in 'urricane for a lot of my life, and that's where every other Fazbear's location was except for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place and this one. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place is the one in the basement."
"Oh. Can we go to Hurricane? I mean, there's no telling how long you'll be human. Might as well see what the world is like."
"You know what? That sounds good. But we don't have a car and my last license I 'ad is issued to a dead person. Plus, it probably expired many years ago. I don't even know which name it was under."
"What do you mean "which name?" Gregory asked, eating the last slice of pizza.
"Well, I went by many names throughout my life. And I s'pose that continued throughout death, too. Of course, my real name is Michael Afton, but the main aliases I've gone by are Mike Schmidt, 'ence your last name, and Fritz Smith. Though I didn't use Fritz Smith as much as Mike Schmidt. There were more, though, but I can't remember them all. Sometimes I would have to make up a quick lie for whatever reason. But I legally changed my name to Fritz Smith and Mike Schmidt. I changed it back and forth a few times, actually."
"Oh. Why did you use so many different names? Why couldn't you just stick to Michael Afton?"
"Well, for one, I was trying to cover up my tracks. I honestly don't really know why, but it was probably for the best. It also helped me separate myself from the Afton name. And from myself. When I got my brother killed, it was known all throughout the town. Hurricane's small."
Gregory didn't have anything to say about that. Instead, he finished his pizza, threw away his plate and the empty soda bottle he had, and then started to try and figure out how they'd get to Hurricane.
"So, how are we going to get to Hurricane?"
"Hmm... Well, we can't drive, we definitely can't walk, I don't think there would be any buses out here... That might be our best bet, though. We could call a jobe."
"A what?" Gregory asked.
"A taxi."
"Wow, you really are old."
"What!? 'ey..."
"You really said to call for a taxi. We could use Uber, or something like that."
"What in the 'ell is an "Uber"?" Michael asked, frowning a bit from Gregory's previous comment.
"You pay people to drive you somewhere."
"So a taxi?"
Gregory didn't respond, instead looking away, wandering his eyes.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, kid. Alright, let's head to first aid, and we can think about what we'll do while we go there."
Gregory followed, but he was confused. "Why do we need to go to first aid?"
"Oh, I figured I should but a bandage over my torso. Though infection isn't exactly a threat any more, I've found it helps reduce irritation. It also might help with my back."
"Your back? So it isn't better?"
"Yeah, no. I should have figured, though, and I kind of did. I can't remember how the pain was before, though, so it could be a little better and it was just... death before." Michael gave a cheesy smile. Gregory rolled his eyes, but smiled as well.
The walk there was pretty silent. It was silent in the first aid room, too, though. Michael took his shirt off, Gregory looking away, and he began to bandage himself up. That was until Roxanne walked by the door and, with her eyes, saw a fractured version of what was happening. Immediately, she had stopped in her tracks and burst the door open.
After the initial seconds of shock, Michael got a little annoyed. He had never really shown anyone his injury before the fire, but he suddenly found out that he didn't like it.
"Jeez, give a man some privacy." Thankfully, most of the wound was bandaged already, so Michael hurried what he was doing and his shirt was back on quickly.
"Okay, what the actual hell?" Roxanne shouted.
"Oh, this isn't normal?" Michael asked sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Roxanne just glared at him. "I told you I was dead," Michael scoffed. That set Roxanne off.
"You could have mentioned the gaping hole in your stomach!" Roxanne practically shrieked.
"That's a little personal, you know. 'Aven't you got some respect for other people?" Roxanne snarled.
"Whatever... What's up with the hole in your stomach, though?" She asked, but the way she had said it made it sound more like a demand. She crossed her arms.
"It's how I died. I lost a couple organs, damaged some others, and have severe back and rib cage damage." He shrugged and put the rest of the roll of bandages back.
"I... what the hell..."
"Indeed, hm."
With that, Michael started walking out and Gregory followed.
"So, 'ave we decided how we're going to leave?"
"I think an Uber would be the best idea."
"Yeah, that sounds about right. How are we supposed to get one, though; just flag one down? Do we even have money?"
"We can probably ask Vanessa to get one. But for money... I don't know."
Michael paused for a second before slipping his hand into the back pocket of the pants he was wearing. Thankfully, his wallet had conveniently been in there. He opened it and looked at the contents: his ID, under the name Mike Schmidt, a photo of his siblings, and two twenty dollar bills. He also had a credit card that had probably long been rendered useless.
"Should $40 be enough?"
"Well, we can see," Gregory shrugged. They both started walking to where Vanessa might have been. But, if they couldn't find her, Michael was sure he could find one of the other Glamrock animatronics.
Sure enough, though, they found her right where they thought to look. Vanessa looked up, mildly startled and clearly still not used to Michael looking like her boss.
"Uh, yeah?" She started.
"Can you order us an Uber? He should have the money, but we don't really have anything to order one with."
Vanessa blinked, mildly confused. What could they possible want an Uber for? She thought.
"Uh, sure, I guess." She paused for a few seconds while to take out her phone and open the app. "Where to?"
"'urricane," Michael replied. Vanessa flinched a little at his voice, but Michael didn't comment on it. He knew why, of course, and he didn't like it, but he understood.
"It'll be $38.42."
"Damn, we got lucky. I've got $40. Erm, don't repeat that, Gregory."
"That's the second time you've said that, you hypocrite." Michael just smirked, but didn't respond verbally.
"Here, just give me the money and I'll pay with my card. It'll be easier."
"Sure, not like I have much of a use for it anyway. I don't think we'll really need it. But... 'ow will we get back?"
"Oh..."
"If I remember correctly, there is a taxi business in around the area. That could work, but I need money."
Vanessa hesitated for a moment. Then, she handed the money back to Michael. "Here, take it. I'll pay for the Uber, then you can just buy a taxi to get back."
"Really? Are you sure."
Vanessa smiled slightly. "Yeah. Just think of it like I don't want to take a dead man's money." Michael grinned along with her. Though it wasn't for long, it was nice. Vanessa was finally starting to come to terms with the situation with Michael.
Soon enough, Michael and Gregory were waiting outside the Pizza Plex waiting for the Uber.
"So this is what it looks like outside. Interesting. Very different from any other Fazbear's restaurant, I'll tell you that."
"Really? What did the others look like?"
"Well, maybe we can look at them. They should still be there, unless they finally took it down. Honestly, they should."
It wasn't too long that they had to wait for the Uber. Michael and Gregory got in, sitting there silently for the ride. The driver was also silent, other than the hello he gave when they fist got in (to which Michael said hello back, or course). It was pretty peaceful, if just a little awkward, but that was taxis.
When they did arrive, Michael just gave a quick "Thanks, mate," and the driver drove off, probably to pick another person up.
"So, where do you want to go, Gregory?"
"I don't know. I mean, we're here for you, so where do you want to go?"
"Well... ermm... are you hungry?"
"A little, yeah." He hadn't really had that much pizza before the left, and it had been a little while since then, so Gregory could eat. Plus, it was almost lunch hour, so Gregory figured it would be about time to eat by the time they got there anyway.
"Then we can go to this diner I used to go to with my friends back in 'igh school. 'opefully it's still there. Just follow me." To Michael, it was amazing how much he really remembered about Hurricane. It was like a memory that he had long forgotten, but one specific instance brought it back to life.
They had almost been there when the sidewalks started to get more crowded. So it is lunch hour, Gregory thought. Michael stared hiding his face a little - not enough to be suspicious, but the didn't want to be recognized. Or, rather, mistaken for a... specific person. Hurricane was a pretty small town, after all.
However, all his efforts were in vain. All of a sudden, Michael was dragged into a small alley, away from other people. Luckily, Gregory noticed and followed him, only to see Michael pressed up against a wall by an angry-looking, older-looking man.
"Damn you, why are you back?" The man yelled just loud enough to express his hatred and frustration, but not loud enough to alert the couple of people who may have been on the sidewalk. "Why would you come back here, no less?"
After the initial shock, Michael finally found himself able to speak. "Henry?"
"No shit, Afton."
"No, Henry, you don't understand. It's Michael!" Henry blinked, before realizing that it was probably a cruel, sick joke that William seemed to get off on. Henry's grip on the man's collar tightened. Gregory didn't know what to do. He stood there, unnoticed, thinking through his options. I should hurry up. I... my dad's getting practically strangled.
"You sick bastard. You really think turning the tables would work on me? How poetic: while Michael was always getting mistaken for you, you get "mistaken" for him," Henry sneered, emphasizing mistaken.
"No, Henry, it's really me. I even have the hole in my stomach." Henry blinked. What? "Well, I've got a bandage over it, but I 'ave the back problems to prove it! Though, I guess William would also 'ave back problems, the old bastard."
It... really was Michael. Henry let go of him and backed up, mouth agape in speechlessness.
"How... are you still here, Mike?" Henry asked, both sad and in shock.
"I possessed an animatronic. I became Glamrock Freddy. I don't really know how or why, but... But I should ask the same to you, Henry."
"The room I was in didn't get all that burned. I passed out from smoke inhalation, but woke up in the hospital. I just got really lucky... of unlucky, really." Michael lowered his head in understanding. Fuck, why couldn't everything just be over?
"...He came back, too, yeh know. I saw him earlier. I'm pretty sure he's the one behind, well, this," Michael said, gesturing to his body.
Henry looked in horror. "No... Not again... No!" Michael just nodded, feeling the same way. It was then that Gregory finally spoke.
"Okay, so, who are you?"
Henry jumped, quite literally, and let out a yelp. "Jesus, you're gonna give me a heart attack!" Michael just laughed.
"Wouldn't you want that at this point?" Michael joked.
"Michael! At least not in front of a kid!"
"Relax, 'e knows already."
"What? You... told a child?"
"Well, I didn't 'ave much of a choice. Remember how I said I was Glamrock Freddy?" Henry nodded. "Well, I protected this kid, and he's been staying with us. Then, this morning, I wake up like this, but don't notice. So, I acted like Freddy, but by the time I realized and tried to play it off as a mistake, he figured me out."
"How did you just not notice?" Michael shrugged and grinned. Henry facepalmed. "Only you."
"You still haven't answered my question," Gregory said, a neutral expression on his face and in his speech.
"Well, this is Henry Emily. I mentioned 'im earlier. Henry, this is Gregory." Michael paused for a moment. "'e's... well, actually, 'e's my son."
"You what?" Henry practically screamed.
"Yeah, I don't really know. I had no idea. 'e's Rose's, of course." Michael looked sad, but Henry couldn't tell why.
"Her name was Morgan, though!" Gregory said, confused.
"Morgan was 'er middle name. She only let people close to her call her Rose. She never told you?" Michael asked, still sounding sad, but he raised one eyebrow.
"No. She never really talked to anyone unless it was for work. I guess that's why..."
"Yeah, probably."
"Wait, was?" Henry nearly shouted.
Michael turned to Gregory, figuring it was better for him to explain. After all, Michael wasn't there, and Morgan was Gregory's mother. Getting the hint, Gregory spoke.
"Yeah... she died around a year ago in a workplace accident." Michael could have chuckled at the irony, and he looked over to Henry, who had a knowing look in his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't.
"Guess it runs in the family..." Michael whispered to himself. He got closer and hugged his son, trying to comfort him but not really knowing how. Gregory smiled a little, hugging back.
After a few moments, Michael got up from his crouching position. "We were just about to go to Roosters. You can join us, as long as Gregory's fine with it." Michael turned his head toward Gregory again.
"Yeah, that's fine," he said. Henry smiled.
"That sounds great, Mike. Thankfully, it is still open. Still cheap as ever, too." Michael smiled at that. He'd had many pleasant memories there, he would have been sad if it were gone.
"Well, that's good, I only have $40 on me."
The walk there was silent, but not awkwardly so. The three were content with the silence, instead listening to the sounds of the streets. They weren't too loud - they never were in Hurricane - but just walking through them brought memories to Michael.
When they finally got to the diner, Rooster Run Cafe, they sat down in a booth that was relatively secluded from the rest of the restaurant. Michael went in on one side, and Gregory followed. Henry sat in front of them, grabbing a menu and watching Gregory do the same. Michael just sat there peacefully.
"Not eating anything?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow. Michael smirked and raised one of his own in a look that said "really?" Henry just facepalmed. "Right."
"I don't understand 'ow you always forget about that," Michael said, the smirk still on his face.
"Well, it's not really something that's easy to get used to, Mike," Henry said, rolling his eyes and looking back at the menu, but with a smile on his face.
After a little while, the waiter showed up.
"Hello, what can I get you?" Henry and Gregory rattled off their orders - both of them getting burgers, but Gregory adding bacon. The waiter turned to Michael, waiting for his order.
"Oh, nothing for me, thanks," he replied in a fake American accent. The waiter quirked an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Okay, well, your food should be ready in a little while, and your drinks will be over shortly. Once he was sure the waiter was out of earshot, Gregory spoke up.
"What was with the accent change?" Henry laughed at his comment, smirking at Michael.
"Oh, I've done that for a long time. Hides my identity better," he said in his usual accent. "There aren't really any Brits in 'urricane, so I never wanted to make myself suspicious. Sort 'a would 'ave made the fake identities useless. And, you, quit smirking at me," Michael glared with no maliciousness, smiling back.
"I can't help it, Michael, it's funny!"
"Is it really? You should hear a real scouse accent. Have you ever?"
"Don't you have one?" Michael snorted at that.
"God, no. William isn't from Liverpool, so I have his accent with some scouse mixed in." When Henry looked confused, Michael elaborated. "It's like having a mild southern accent, but otherwise having a general American accent." Henry let out a small "ohh".
"What is scouse?" Gregory asked.
"Someone from Liverpool, such as myself," Michael replied, a little pride in his voice.
"You're from Liverpool?" Gregory asked, a little surprised.
"No, I'm from Florida. 'Course I'm from England."
"You Brits really only know five states, huh?"
"I went through at least 'alf of my schooling 'ere. I know American geography," Michael rolled his eyes and scoffed, mock-offense in his voice.
"Oh, yeah? Name ten." Michael paused, mouth hanging open. "Utah doesn't count." Henry smirked slyly.
"Errm... Florida, Texas, California, New York... Er, Georgia? Errmm..." Michael sighed in defeat, then dramatically rested his head on his head.
"What about you, Gregory," Henry asked. "Can you name the 50 states?"
"Sure I can! California, Washington, Alaska, Hawaii, New Mexico, Arizona, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Minnesota, Michigan, Maine, Massachusetts, Vermont, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Maryland, Delaware, Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana..." Michael's face turned down at the French-sounding name, and briefly remembered something about America buying it from France. "Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, Indiana, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, Nebraska, Missouri, Arkansas, Illinois, Wyoming, Iowa, New Hampshire, Wisconsin." Gregory stuttered a few times, but other wise did very well.
"There's... there's fifty of them?" Michael said when Gregory finished. Henry just facepalmed, and Gregory laughed.
"Good job, Gregory," Henry praised. "At least you're smarter than this old man," He laughed.
"'ey, I'm not that old! Besides, you're like three decades older than me, so what does that make you?"
"A... corpse?" Henry joked. Michael gave another joking glare, but it was paired with a mock-frown.
A little after Gregory stopped laughing, the waiter came with the food. He set them in front of the respective person, and they thanked him before he walked off. They sat quietly, and Michael let them eat. They hadn't had their food for long, however, before Gregory broke the silence.
"Did... did you ever tell mom about... you know..." Gregory asked hesitantly. Michael blinked, but he knew he shouldn't have really been surprised. Still, though, he sat a few silent seconds in shock.
"I... never really told 'er, no, but I think she knew something was... off. Erm, I had had fully purple skin after only about a week after I died, but I wrote it off as a skin condition, or something. I don't think she ever really bought it, but she never really said anything." Gregory let out a soft hum, expressing acknowledgement - which he was trying to play of as indifferent - then continued to eat. Michael was left to think as his son and friend ate.
It didn't really take long for them to finish. That or Michael really spaced out. Either way, they must have both been hungry, because there was nothing left of the large burgers. Or they were just that good. When the waiter came with the bill, Michael quickly grabbed it, making Henry scowl.
"Too slow, old man," Michael grinned.
"Oh shut up, I'm paying. You didn't even eat anything."
"Oh, please, what use have I got for dosh any way? Besides, he my son." Michael paused minutely before saying son. It was still, foreign to him. Like a Frenchman in England. Michael mentally laughed at his own comparison. They hadn't really touched on the topic of them being father and son. Michael didn't know what he would even say. But he knew he would need to be the one to step up, what with him being the adult.
Shaking off his thoughts, Michael slipped one of his bills into the check. "And would you look at that, a 20 is perfect to pay." Henry just rolled his eyes.
"At least let me see the damn- see the bill."
"You know it already, don't repeat that," Michael said to Gregory again, sighing, but there wasn't really any weight to the statement. "And no. I know you'll just pay. I already looked through it anyway." Henry sighed in defeat and rolled his eyes.
A few minutes later, they were back on the sidewalk.
"So, where you off to next? Mind if I join? Plus, Mike, I think we should... have a talk after all this..." Henry said. Michael nodded in understanding, then shoved the topic off to the side.
"Well, I don't know. What do you think, Gregory? There isn't all that much in 'urricane. There's a movie theater down that way, and a park down this one. I'm sure there we could find somewhere I used to go. Or we can go somewhere a little more personal. The original Fazbear's is the same way as the movie theater, but farther down, and my old 'ouse is down there. My old apartment is up that way, and my 'igh school is the same direction as the 'ouse."
"What if we go to the park first, then go somewhere like Fazbear's?" Gregory suggested.
"That sounds good. It's about a 20 minute walk this way, then."
For once, they didn't talk in complete silence. Instead, it was mostly just Henry and Michael insulting each other while Gregory brought up points for both sides, depending on who was insulting whom (he, of course, was on the insulter's side).
"Oh, shut up, you Frenchman!" Michael joked.
"Wait, you're French?" Gregory asked. Henry rolled his eyes.
"Barely, but Michael here has always liked to bring it up like it's an insult, even since he was a child. He acts like it's better to be British." Henry fake-whispered the last part to Gregory, fully knowing Michael could hear every word. Gregory laughed.
"'ey! It's in my blood! And I'm legally required to hate all French people, or the Queen will come for me."
"I mean, being British isn't all that good, but being French? Yeah, I'm with him." He smiled. Henry looked offended, and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Oh, and Michael, it's a King now."
"Wait, really? Since when?"
"She died around three years ago, in 2022."
"Oh, wow, I'm surprised I never overheard anyone talking about it. I'm probably supposed to... spend a day mourning or something now, I guess."
They were quiet for a moment after that, but it was only a moment. Michael had found yet another thing to insult Henry, and the insults continued until they got to the park.
Once they were near the path Michael and his friends had taken to hang out and mess around in high school, Michael let out a quiet "oh, damn". It's weird being back, was the first complete thought he had.
"We can walk through the woods. There should be a clearing down this way if you want go here, Gregory." He nodded, so Michael started to walk. When they were met with a small stream, small enough to easily step over, Michael new they were almost there. It wasn't a long walk (he and his friends had been usually pretty lazy when they went to the clearing, and couldn't be bothered to explore for any other ones).
"'Ere it is," Michael said. It was. A nice place. The open sky made it clear to Henry how Michael had been so tan in the '80s. He'd really become pale over the years - then, eventually, people.
"There're a lot of carvings in the trees." Michael chuckled.
"Yeah, most of those were probably us." He walked over to one. It was a pretty poorly carved middle finger. "I remember doing this one."
"Yeah, that sounds like you in the '80s," Henry chuckled.
"You, Freddy, the one who's always yelling at me for saying "heck", carved that?" Gregory raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, not this again!" Michael smiled.
"Yes, this again. I'm never letting you live this down." Michael opened his mouth to speak, but Henry covered it.
"No. Don't even, you buffoon."
A beat of rest.
"Frenchman."
Henry, for a man of his age, was surprisingly fast, with decent endurance, Michael learned. If one asked Michael, he'd say that the chase was unfair because Michael was weak from death and rot - to which Henry would say that he was an old man, so it was relatively even (Henry ignored the fact that Michael hadn't even been in a human body for several years, instead being an animatronic. He would have said it wasn't important.)
They spent a good while in the park. By the time they left, it was around 3:30. Before leaving, Henry found a water fountain he and Gregory took a drink from. Then they started the 30-minute walk from the park to the original Freddy's. The walk was just as noisy and insult-filled as the one from the diner to the park, but Michael had seemed off. Like there was a part of him lost in thought.
The walk was familiar to Michael. He'd done it many times before, but, forty years after the last time he'd done it, it felt... different. Like he needed to constantly be on guard. Henry noticed the tension in the other man's shoulders, but knew it would be best not to mention it.
When they finally got there, they all fell silent: Henry and Michael were silent because it felt like the ghost of their pasts were holding their tongues, but Gregory was quiet because the other two were. Gregory could only imagine what it was like to be in that situation.
In a very Michael fashion, he walked right up to the door and tried to open it, completely ignoring the "NO TRESPASSING" sign.
"Michael, what are you doing? It says no trespassing."
"Oh, please, you know nobody's ever listened to that." He rolled his eyes and turned his head to Henry, opening the door. "'Sides, who'll know?" Henry made a gesture to himself and Gregory.
"Whatever, come on, you two."
Gregory figured your father wasn't really supposed to encourage you to trespass, but he also figured that your father wasn't supposed to commit arson, or have a giant hole in his abdomen, or be a robot. Gregory followed his father into the old building. Henry sighed, but followed as well.
"Wow, Henry, I really don't think this is up to code." Henry laughed, and Michael followed.
Michael didn't know if it was the joke or the severe lack of possessed animatronics, but the air felt lighter after he spoke. It still felt like a bad memory, but the good parts of it started to seep in, along with the present. Not the present of remembering, not the present of the darkness that seemed to be too dark in hallways, but the present. It reminded Michael of when he and Rose had bought themselves a house; it was completely empty, and their furniture hadn't gotten there yet. They danced in the living room, spinning on the clean hardwood floors. Michael smiled at the memory.
Henry flipped a switch, one he hadn't flipped in years, that turned on all of the lights in the building. They started to walk through more.
"This 'ere's the arcade. I used to 'ang 'ere when William forced me to come to the pizzeria. After a while, I had figured out how to make the game go without using a quarter. Michael tried his trick on one of the games. Sure enough, it started up. "'Ere, Gregory, give it a go!"
Gregory hadn't been too bad at Pac-Man, Michael had to admit. He'd gotten 150,000. But, when the high score screen showed, it said "MICHAEL A.: 1,000,000".Gregory raised both eyebrows in mild shock, then turned to Michael.
"You have the high score?"
"Sure do! I do on most of these machines, actually. I had a lot of free time when I was in 'igh school," Michael laughed.
"I'll say you did," Henry said, appearing from whatever room he'd gone off to. "You were here way too much. You should have gotten a life."
"Oh, shut up, you're one to talk," Michael said as he rolled his eyes. Henry gasped in mock offense. Gregory had started to see a pattern that they repeated over and over, but he couldn't say he was tired of it.
They had finished exploring the rest of the restaurant, except for the back room. Neither Michael nor Henry wanted to go in there, nor did they want Gregory in there. They were afraid of what they might see... Had it ever been cleaned up? Henry didn't know. He didn't remember much from when he had first lost his daughter, too lost in grief to think much. Michael wouldn't have known either.
It was about 4:30 p.m. by the time they decided to leave. It had only taken about half an hour for them to explore pretty much the whole building. They hadn't found anything dangerous or otherwise interesting, just memories - positive and negative. Most things had been cleaned out a while before, and the animatronic were destroyed, their souls set free.
"Henry, since you're 'ere, can we use your phone to call a jobe? Neither of us 'ave got one. And I assume you're coming with us?"
"Yes and yes," Henry said. "I'm paying," he said matter-of-factly. Still, Michael argued.
"Henry, really, I 'aven't got any use for this. You still need to use dosh." Okay, maybe Michael had a point, but Henry didn't acknowledge that at all.
"No," he said, then ordered the Uber.
It took about 20 minutes for the Uber to arrive. In that time, they joked. Henry had been smart enough to make sure they weren't picked up at Fazbear's - that would have been too obvious - but, rather, the diner they had eaten at earlier that day. The walk hadn't cut out much time from their wait, but they were fine with that.
The car ride was pleasant. It was just as quiet as the one to Hurricane had been. Twenty minutes felt pretty short. They thanked the driver when they got out, and he drove off.
When they walked inside, they were met with Montgomery Gator.
"Oh, 'ello." Montgomery looked up, not noticing they had gotten back.
"Where de hell have you been? An' who is he?" There was a little bit of bark in his words, but not really any maliciousness. He really had just been worried, Michael realized. He didn't think Montgomery had been waiting for him at the door, though.
"Oh, I've been... out. And this is Henry."
"What is "out," Montgomery questioned. Michael smiled, feeling comforted by the fact that Montgomery was worried for him.
"Well, if you must know, I went to a city over, 'urricane, and ran into an old friend, Henry. 'e came back with us for... reasons." The gator did his animatronic-equivalent of raising an eyebrow, but didn't say anything more.
Michael led the two with him to Glamrock Freddy's room.
"These new animatronics are sure advanced, huh? Not to mention the place. They all get their own rooms? That's new."
"It sure is. I was pretty confused when I first woke up. Couldn't believe that this is Fazbear's."
The three of them talked for a while, but Gregory eventually left to find something to do. Gregory knew they had wanted to talk, anyway, so it was a win-win situation.
"Alright, Michael. What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. I don't think we should actively seek him out, not yet. But we need a plan. 'e'll come back soon, you and I both know that. We need to be ready."
"What did he look like? What's he possessing now?"
"Well, actually, he was human. I think it's because he is a glitch. An actual glitch that broke free of the game he was in. I'm pretty sure he's the reason I'm human as well."
"Well, that complicates things a little."
"Actually, it might help us. I know he must be possessing something, and that is probably in a very weak state. We could always go the arson route again. Wait for the glitch to come back, the burn the building and hopefully his other body inside of it. You think that'd take care of things once and for all?"
"Pyromaniac," Henry quipped, then sighed. "Maybe not once and for all, god forbid, but hopefully for a while. The man can only handle so many fires, right? There's got to be a limit. We'll probably end up finding it at this rate. How many times have you committed arson? Two, three?" Michael shrugged. He'd never had the best memory after he died. But he imagined it was a few times, at least that Henry knew of.
"So, we 'ave a plan, then?" Michael asked, though it was more rhetorical.
"We've got a plan. Again," Henry laughed, though it lacked much humor. Still, Michael laughter right along with him.
The two men had stayed in the room for a while. Michael had taken them being alone as an opportunity to ask for advice. He didn't really know what to do about Gregory.
"Really, what do I do? I know him, and I guess he knows me, but not really. What even is our relationship anymore? Henry, don't laugh at me! You're the father here!" Michael scoffed at the other man's audacity, laughing while he panicked.
"So are you," Henry said with a sly smile. Michael fell silent, momentarily forgetting English. That hadn't really sunk in for Michael.
"Wait... oh my god, I'm a father!" Michael yelled, tangling his hands in his hair. He stood up and started to pace, not moving his hands. Henry laughed at him for a moment, but finally stood up and stopped him. He faced Michael and put his hands firmly on his shoulders, grounding him.
"Michael, you're gonna be fine. You'll figure this out. I'm sure you two will figure something out naturally, and, if not, then talk to him. At the very least, you be a better father than William ever was."
"That's the lowest bar you could set. Do you really have that little faith in me, Henry?" They both laughed. After a few moments, Michael spoke again. "Thank you, Henry."
"Wow, no slang? You must actually mean it. And to a Frenchman!"
"Fuck you, too."
"Well, that's just plain rude."
Gregory was bored. One would think that when one's father-figure (who happened to be an animatronic) turned into a human and just so happened to be one's actual father. One would also think that living in a place literally designed to entertain would be more fun, too. But, apparently, the world was out for him. To be fair, though, it had been an interesting day. He learned more about his dad - and, in turn, Freddy - and got to see some of Hurricane. Though it was a pretty boring town (it had just one high school, a college, and barely anything to do other than parks) it was still interesting to see. Gregory hoped they'd be able to go back and look at more in Hurricane.
Finally, Gregory found something to do. He'd decided to go to Monty Golf. Sure, he was alone, but he was fine with that.
Gregory had been halfway through the course when Montgomery showed up.
"Playin' without me, huh?" Gregory raised an eyebrow. "Why ya all alone? Ain't Freddy always with ya?"
"He had to talk to the other guy we can't back with. We ran into him when we went to Hurricane."
"Well, I'll be damned. The bear can get friends. Uh, don' tell Freddy I said dat near ya."
"Don't worry about it, he's cursed next to me like ten times today. He keeps saying not to repeat it, but I think he's given up." Gregory smirked, remembering constantly calling his father out on the hypocrisy of him saying not to swear.
"Talking about me, ay?" Said a British voice from behind. The animatronic and the kid turned around to see Michael and Henry. Michael raised an eyebrow and smirked. "And, still, Gregory: don't swear."
"Whatever... arsonist." Henry burst out in laughter. Michael just gave Henry a look, but the older man didn't stop. Montgomery looked very confused.
"He got you there, Michael," Henry said, still laughing.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Arsonist? You, Freddy Fazbear, the guy who's always on me for swearing, has committed a felony."
"Multiple times!" Henry managed to say, still wheezing in laughter.
"Multiple times!" Montgomery echoed.
"And I'll do it again if you don't shut up about it," Michael said and pulled out a match from god-knew-where. To his credit, he did actually light it. Montgomery had to respect that. For once, though, he didn't actually commit arson.
"You just carry those around?" Henry asked because he had finally stopped laughing enough to kill him. Michael choose not to respond, knowing that it would've only sent Henry into another laughing fit.
"Shut up, Old Man."
"You're old, too, Mike."
"No I'm not, I'm middle aged. You were alive for WWII. You're old."
"K'know, no offense or whatever, but middle aged ain't much better," Montgomery piped in. Michael pulled out another match. "Okay, okay, you ain't old, I take it back!"
"Where the hell do you keep those?" Henry asked.
"What are you, the cops?"
"Nah, I'd go to jail, too. Think I could plead insanity? Your Honor, they were possessed! I had to burn them to set them free... But some came back!"
"I do always come back, after all."
Silence. Michael and Henry froze, not daring to move a muscle. Though, Michael thought, This probably won't help at all. Not that he really could move. It felt like his feet were in cement and the air thickened into the consistency of molasses. Montgomery didn't know what was wrong with the second British man that he hadn't noticed show up, but he up was on guard nonetheless. He didn't think he'd ever seen someone go from joking around to dead serious that quickly.
Gregory recognized the man from earlier. He actually inched closer to Montgomery, whom Gregory had never really gotten near before. Not because he was afraid of him - okay, well, maybe a little bit - but just because. But he felt safer with Montgomery Gator than he ever would feel with who was apparently his grandfather.
One could hear a pin drop, even on the mini golf floor. For dramatic effect, William actually summoned a pin and dropped it. That bastard, both Henry and Michael thought.
"What, Henry, you can't tell me you didn't expect that. You set me up for it! And you know me: I'm not one to pass up opportunity." His voice became deep and threatening in his last sentence.
"You bastard," Michael said. "Won't you just die already? Permanently?"
"Oh, come on, Michael. Can't you be more creative than that? It's always "Die, William!" "Don't come back, William!" Jeez, nobody seems to care about me anymore." William sighed in faux-grief, putting his hand on his chest.
"I wonder why," Henry said coldly, no sign of joking like there would have been if he were talking to Michael.
"What, Henry? Still mad about your daughter? Please, that was decades ago! Live a little! Let's go out to a pub and get drunk, just like the good old days! 'Ey, we can even take Michael with us! Oh, wait, never mind," William said, shifting his gaze over to Michael with a knowing smile. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Or, well, the manipulation that broke the bear's temper.
Michael lunged forward and tackled his father to the ground. He wasn't very strong or heavy - wild what being dead did to a man - but the benefit of surprise certainly was the reason his tackle was successful. But that was the problem: the surprise. William was a smart man; that much Michael could admit. Though, whenever he did admit it, he liked to think of it as a complement to himself. If he was essentially a carbon copy of his father, then he must have gotten the smarts he had, too. A bit narcissistic, but he preferred narcissism over his father. And as much as he didn't like to admit that his father was smart - or that he was his father in general - he knew underestimating one's enemy could become one's greatest weakness. William shouldn't have been surprised. That meant that William hadn't planned their whole interaction, or, at the very least, they weren't following what his father had planned. Henry had noticed as well.
"Henry, go!" Without question, Henry grabbed Gregory, pulled Montgomery in signal for him to follow him, and pulled a fire alarm. A little prophetic of him, sure, but it would evacuate the building.
Michael had never been more glad that his father was dead. Michael may have been a week, fragile man, but so was William. Michael managed to keep his father pinned down.
"Oh, Michael, you really think you can stop me? What if... something drastic changed?" At that, Michael returned to his animatronic vessel. Oh, he really didn't plan this out. Michael knew his father, and they both shared many characteristics. So Michael knew that William making irrational decisions meant he didn't know that to do. Maybe this will finally be the end.
"Oh, father, you really don't know what you're doing, do you?" Michael, once more thankful for his knowledge in robotics, set off the springlocks on William's suit, immobilizing him. Then, the building went up in flames.
Henry took a bit of a role-call when they had gotten outside. All of the animatronics - at least that he had known of - were out, as well as what was probably all of the staff. He hoped he managed to blend in, and didn't make people think he was involved at all. As if it had been a timed action shot in a movie, though, the building combusted when Henry finished looking around.
Gregory didn't know what to think. His father was burning. Would he manage to make it out? Would William mange to make it out? Gregory started to cry quietly. Still, Henry noticed, and got down on a knee to comfort the boy.
"Gregory, it'll be okay. Your father... he probably wanted this. He's tired. He long dead. He just hasn't managed to leave this Earth. But, even so... I imagine he'll come back. They always do, both of them." Gregory found a little comfort in Henry's words, even though they weren't really all that comforting. Gregory was glad he was getting the truth, though. He didn't want to sugarcoated.
"Wait, father?" Roxanne said. They had all managed to seclude themselves from the rest of the crowd. Henry imagined they'd assume the animatronics burned in the fire if they hid.
"Y-yeah. He's my father. I didn't know it was him until this morning."
"And he kept that from you?" Chica said with a sad expression on her face. At least, it was as sad as she could manage to get her robotic features to look.
"No, no," Gregory said, surprised at his own defensiveness. "He didn't know he had a son."
"Well, dat doesn't make him sound much better," Montgomery said. They all had to admit that.
"That time in his life was tough for Michael," Henry said. "He has to abandon his girlfriend, but it was for her own safety, honestly." They all shut their mouths for a while.
"Where am I gonna go now that I can't be here?" Gregory said softly, not really to anyone in particular.
"You could always stay with me, Gregory." Henry smiled sweetly. Gregory looked at him with thanks. No words needed to be spoken, Gregory would go with Henry.
"Actually, where are we going to go?" Montgomery said to the rest of the Glamrocks that were present.
"Honestly, you could come back with me, too. I have a decent-sized house, and it's just me living there. Well, other than Gregory now, I suppose. I'm also a mechanic, and have designed many animatronics before, so you'd have everything you'd need. They each did their equivalent of raising both eyebrows in shock, but there was a look of thanks on their faces - as much as they could express, at least.
"Thank you," Chica said.
Henry had figured it would be best for them all to walk to his home. They stayed far from any roads to avoid being seen as much as possible. Thankfully, it worked. Or, at least, nobody did anything about it if they had been spotted. The walk had taken a little over five hours. About halfway through, Henry picked up Gregory and let the boy sleep in his back. Henry was thankful he lived on the edge on Hurricane. It would have been much more difficult to get the animatronics through the busier parts of the city, even if the city was small and it was late at night. When they did finally get inside, Henry showed Gregory where he could sleep. After, he showed the animatronic where they could charge, and set everything for that up. Then he himself flopped onto his bed, not bothering with changing or even getting under the covers of his bed. Instead, he merely slept.
After a week of their new living situation, they started to find a pattern. Henry woke up right around the time that the animatronics' recharge-cycles finished, and he started to make breakfast for himself, Gregory, and Chica. After that, Henry would run any errands he needed to do, then spent the rest of the day either with Gregory or having time to himself. Sometimes he'd take Gregory out to see what little there was in Hurricane, but it wasn't all that often. Both Gregory and the animatronics were happy with the new living situation. Henry had been glad to have some company. He had been lonely for decades, ever since his daughter died. No matter how often Michael would come over, he would still be alone at night. Michael also had had a habit of disappearing for weeks at a time - whether he'd be on a new night-guarding gig, or something else, Henry was never really told.
Thinking about Michael made Henry's heart hurt. He knew that Michael wanted what had happened. In all honesty, Henry knew he wanted it, too. But that's didn't really help. He could only imagine how Gregory felt. He'd essentially met then lost his father in the span of less than 24 hours. One day, Henry had been especially thinking about Michael. That day, he decided to as Gregory if he wanted to go out somewhere. Henry had just been about ready to go, unlocking the door and everything, when he remembered to run any grab something.
"Oh, wait here, Gregory. I need to grab my wallet." It didn't take him long, and he was back down the stairs in around a minutes. When he was, he knew they were both ready, so he walked straight forward from the bottom of the stairs to the door.
That had been when Michael kicked open the door. Literally. Michael kicked open the door, then made sure it stayed open so he could see Henry. He leaned on the doorframe, looking weaker than he had the last time he was human - which was only about a week and a half ago.
"I swear to god, I'm going to commit more arson if he comes back again."
"We already knew that, Michael."
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Transformations That Aren't Supposed to Happen
FanfictionMichael groaned when he finally woke up from a slumber that was who knows how long. He was still tired, though, but he knew he shouldn't sleep. Being an animatronic made him constantly tired for some reason and... oh, yeah, he was Glamrock Freddy no...
