Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Five; Research, Looking, Found.

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Slight Gore Warning for this chapter! It will not start until later, but if you are sensitive to depictions of blood, brain, or similar effects I recommend you skip the part of this chapter where the warning starts, good luck!

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As told by the doctor, Michael was supposed to apply antibacterials to the wounds on his wrists daily. He hadn't even noticed they were bleeding until the doctors pointed it out. So, there he sat on the bed, applying the treatment to his bloody wrists of all places. Carefully unwrapping the bandage, he added the antibacterial onto his wrist then got new bandages and wrapped them up again. Repeat for his other wrist, then back he was to look for clues.

He had driven to the old Afton Family house in order to search for more of William's research letters. He had looked through every drawer except one... it was a huge drawer with a lock and chain wrapped around it, stopping anyone from opening it.

Well, it would've stopped Michael if he hadn't learned how to lockpick locks when he was younger, so if Father locked him outside, he could just climb in through a locked window leading to his room. "He never did find out how I kept getting back inside, narrow-minded idiot." He said with a yelp of triumph as the lock fell to the ground, and so did the chains. What he did not expect to see however, was piles and piles of spare blueprints along with a few research notes.

He started with the most, well to him, interesting stack. The Funtime's blueprints seemed normal at first, until Michael squinted at Circus Baby's and saw the notes at the bottom right corner.

"Emergency stop? Internal ice-cream dispenser? I wasn't aware of those features. Why would she even need those features?" Michael thought aloud to himself, and then it clicked. What he had originally thought was an accident, a mere malfunction in Circus Baby's code, Elizabeth's death, had been on purpose.

Circus Baby had been designed to kill children... and so had all of the other Funtime Animatronics.

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Michael sighed as he hobbled into the building, he had to figure out more...

He had to figure out if any other animatronics had been built to kill, he had to figure out what had really happened to all of those missing kids' years before.

So, he had applied for a job as a nightguard at the location where those kids had last been seen.

Freddy Fazbears Pizza.

The person who received job applications must've really not cared, Michael thought. He did no background check, as long as I had worked at a previous location, they were fine with me working here, he snickered as he remembered the phone call where he had been asked just three questions.