Michael's pov:
My heart started pounding in my chest as I saw the irony red liquid on my hand. My mind going back to what happened just earlier... Blood running down Evan's face, and coating a bit of my hands... Evan screaming in terror feeling the blood run down his face. Elizabeth screaming in the background as everyone else panicked. Even Father seemed worried and scared as he rushed over. Grabbing me by the back of my shirt and forcibly pulling me away from Evan.
My heart pounded out of my chest as I watched in terror at the blood on Evan's face. Father checked the cut, seeing it wasn't nearly as bad. Scooping Evan into his arms, probably for the first time since Evan was just little. Grabbing Elizabeth by the hand, and shooting me a dark glare. That's when I knew I was in trouble.
"Please continue to the closet." The Handunit's voice rang from the speakers. Snapping me out of the flashback. I looked up, reminding myself where I was. Wherever I was... I wiped the blood off on my shorts. Shakily getting up, I had to do this... it's my only chance of getting out. Using the dim light provided by Handunit, I saw a metal door with a weird poster on it. It looked like Freddy, but it was white and pink... and it's left hand was the weird Bonny thing I just saw. Underneath it was 'Celebrate' printed in bold letters. Confused once again to what exactly this place was. I opened the door, seeing a small ladder, which more looked like a step-stool.
"Proceed back to the employ room." I heard Handunit's voice call out. Man that bot was bossy. I grabbed the step-stool and walked out of the Parts and Service room. Back into that creepy Funtime Auditorium, where that weird noise came it. I took a deep breath and started my way back. I didn't hear anything, I never heard that weird scuffling noise... odd. I walked through the room. Reproaching the vent... great, how was I suppose to crawl through and take the step-stool. I carefully laid the step-stool down, getting down on my hands and knees. Crawling into the small space of the vent, thank God I don't have a fear of small spaces. I grabbed the rubber handle of the step-stool, pulling it over. I tensed as it scrapped against the floor, I didn't hear anything.
After a few tries, I got the step-stool into the vent. Silently cringing at every loud noise the step-stool made as I dragged it behind me through the vent. But I didn't hear anything... that's good.. Right? I think so... I really don't know about this place..
After what felt like ages. I finally got back to the first room I found. Climbing back onto the strangely green glowing floor. Lights shining through the grate over them. I looked at the map that the Handunit had displayed. Retracing my steps as the white dot went back to the red. Soon enough I walked into the room with the things. The step-stool allowing me to get what I needed.
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The boy in the down low
Fanfiction(Just a note, I haven't played too many fnaf games and my knowledge is limited. This an AU so please be mindful and forgive any mistakes. Thank you :D) After the narrowly failed attempt on Evan's life, even if it was accidental. William Afton was fu...
