Michael’s POV)
*Flashback…*
“Michael, here’s your room. You can decorate it however you like. Just… if you need help, please don't hesitate to ask. Okay?” Uncle Henry asked, making sure I was perfectly happy.
“Okay!” I replied with a cheery smile.
*End of flashback…*
That was four years ago. I can't believe I'm already ten! I thought, sitting in from of of my birthday cake.
“Blow out your candle, Michael! Before Charlotte eats the cake!” Uncle Henry rushed me.
“Okay, Uncle Henry!” I said with a sweet smile on my face and blew out the candles on my Fredbear cake.
Before Uncle could cut the cake, Charlie stuck her finger in the frosting and tasted it. “Charlotte! What did I say about waiting for cake?” Uncle Henry asked, scolding Charlie.
“Not to be impatient… I'm sorry, dad…” Charlie replied and looked down in shame.
“It's okay, Charlotte. You can have the piece you touched. Now, Michael, which piece would you like?” Uncle Henry asked.
“The top hat, please!” I said and received the piece of cake. It was a nice birthday. But, in the background, I could still feel the guilty of admiring the murderer known as William Afton. It had been four years and there was no trace of him. I wondered if he was dead, but I knew that he was still alive. I could feel his life force. I still regret knowing that, to this day.
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The Man in Purple (Book 2 in the "Michael" trilogy)
FanfictionSequal to "Shadow of Hope". (Disclaimer: I do not own anything from FNAF or it's books, fanart, ect.)
