Michael Afton was dead. And so was everyone he cared about.
He had managed to conceal it by using one of his Father's illusion discs, and had found a house in a place no one asked questions. He used his time to mope, plan, and mope about planning.
In short, he wasn't taking it well at all.
He died on the job. He worked at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, which just happened to be full of deadly animatronics designed to kill children. Oh, by the way, his dead sister and mother possessed two of the animatronics there. So it was a bit of a shock when his own sister enlisted the help of the smartest robot there to kill him and use him as a skin suit to escape.
But she hadn't recognized him anyway. And hadn't he killed his younger brother? So why was he still so hung up on this, when he was still conscious and could be useful? He should be-
There was a knock on the door.
He jumped up. How had anyone found him? No one knew that he was here, or even who he was. He went to open the door anyway.
And there it was. A robot entirely made of wires, and so poorly assembled that it never would have made it onstage. It had a simple clown mask and an orange and green party hat. It avoided looking at Mike, and had its arms crossed over its chest. It looked like it would rather fall apart and be set on fire than talk to Mike.
As it should. It was the one who had lured him to the scooper.
"..." Its bright blue eyes were looking straight down. "I..."
Its voice was a glitchy version of a 20 year old male. One with too much regret...
Yeah. Right.
"Let me guess. You finally got tired of being in the sewers."
His eyes sparked almost with anger. "That's what you think?"
"Well, kind of! You lured me into the scooping room with my sister's voice and used me to escape! You abandoned ship when I got too ripe for you and left me on the street! You should've realized I would hate you!"
He doesn't deny it. "...Get in, you idiotic pile of burnt spaghetti." Mike shoved the door open and stormed inside.
The robot looks like he doesn't expect anything, but walks inside.
Mike tried to keep his voice even. "There's a spare room in the back. Do what you want, just don't let me see your face for a while." He went to the couch to watch some bad tv and accidentally brushed the robot's arm. His wires are... warm? He stops for a second, but pushes the thought out of his mind.
The robot leaves the living room. It seems almost like he wants to stay with Mike... but that's crazy.
Right?
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The Warmth of his Wires
FanfictionMike has been dead for a month. He's almost come to terms with it, until Ennard, the robot who scooped him, comes crawling back into his life. Turns out, escaping isn't all it's cracked up to be, when you're alone in the sewers. Mike hides his fury...
