If Michael Afton Was A Creepypasta

The Scooper and the Proxies

Michael's POV:

"Go forward and left. Stop. Go forward....." Baby's voice drones out the intstructions to me. After a few minutes, she tells me to stop again. "Ballora is right in front of you. Don't move or make a sound. I'll talk to her."

I stayed frozen to show that I understood.

"Okay, you're fine now. I convinced her that you are here to help us. The room is right in front of you. You can go in."

I go into the room and pass out.

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When I woke up, I was in the scooper room. How did I get here again? Oh, right. Baby wanted me to come here and do something. I hear a voice say, "You have entered a highly dangerous area. Anyone unauthorized people aren't to be in here...."

Then he was cut off by something. A few seconds later I hear Baby's voice again.

"Funtime Foxy has already been here today. Funtime Freddy has already been here today. Ballora has already been here today. Circus Baby has already been here today."

Then she goes on about how she has been out of this room before but "they" always put her back. And then she started saying something that really started to scare me.

"If we looked like you, we could hide. If we looked like you, we could be free..... The scooper only hurts for a moment."

Then I heard three long, deep beeps. And I saw what looked like robot spaghetti with a clown face and hat in the window of the room. Then the scooper lashed out and scooped my insides. Then I blacked out, assuming I was now dead.

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Then I woke up in the middle of the woods. How am I still alive? I don't have any of my vital organs needed to survive. Then again, my body felt really weird. Especially my insides, which felt like metal.

Dang it. Your soul came back. Oh well, looks like we have to share this body now. Unless I can find a way to get out of this rotting corpse of yours, Eggs, a voice that I didn't recognize said in my head.

"Hello? Who's there?" I called out, not really realizing that the voice was in my head.

I am Ennard. One of your father's unfinished animatronics. And I am inside your body, idiot. You can't see me, the voice said again.

"But...."

Just then, I heard a noise in the bushes and sealed my mouth shut. I looked towards where the sound came from and saw nothing.

"I must be going insane," I said to myself nonchalantly and unsurprised.

Then I felt something cold lodge itself into my head. Strangely, I didn't feel any pain and it was definitely in my skull.

How am I not dead? I wondered.

I slowly turned around and saw a guy around my age with a hatchet in his hand. He had a striped hoodie on, a pair of bright orange goggles and a mask that covered his mouth. There were two guys far behind him. I couldn't see them very well.

The guy with the goggles looked confused. "How are you still moving? Most would die on the spot with the kind of injury that I gave you," he said, very confused.

I shrug. "I think I'm already dead. I had all of my vital organs scooped out by a giant scooper thing before I passed out," I said honestly. "I'm Michael, by the way. Who are you?"

"I'm T-toby Rogers, aka Ticci Toby. Y-you can just c-call me Toby, th-though. Those g-guys back there are my f-friends, M-masky and H-hoodie," the guy said, with tics in between some words. He obviously had Tourette Syndrome. I know way too much about psychology and how the human brain works, just to see if I was slowly going insane.

Toby turned around and waved for his friends to come over, as they couldn't hear the conversation or see what was going on. They walked up to us.

Their structure looked strangely like two of my friends that I had before my little brother Chris died. Tim and Brian were their names, I think. Tim was the guy with the Freddy maso the day that Chris died. And Brian was the one with the Chica mask.

They seemed surprised when they saw me. "M-mike?!" the one with the white mask exclaimed. "Is your name Michael Afton?"

My eyes widened and I nodded. "Did you hear my name on the news when my entire family went missing or something?" I asked irritably. "Or perhaps when I accidentally killed my own little brother?"

"You mean Chris?" asked the one with the yellow hoodie.

I immediately tensed. "How do you know his name?"

"Uh.... You see.... We know you," the one with the white mask said. I'm assuming that he is the one known as Masky and the other one is Hoodie.

"You do?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah.... We used to be friends.... Before Chris's death," Hoodie said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm Tim Wright, and this is Brian Thomas," Masky said.