Get Stuffed! (A Five Nights at Freddy's fanfiction)

My name is Mike Schmidt. I have a red and yellow bumpy scar running from my forehead to the back of my neck. It's texture like someone placed play dough on my head and left it there for many years. My eyes were blue but over the years they became black. My skin has turned grey. I have cried so much that the tears left trails running from my eyes to my jawline.
I wonder this place every night, I try not to be seen by the cameras, I fuck up the ventilation to share the images of my past with a guy who's name I do not even know.
I miss him. It has been 30 years since I have seen him and I have the right to assume that he has passed away.
It does bother me. He was the only living thing that I cared about.
That Chica head on the ground with the lights shining out of it. Fucking bitch. Always got in my way. Never liked that stupid chicken...
None of that matters now. I am the only one around. The rest are gone. They rose like balloons to the sky. I have still not found my place. I still do not know where I belong.
I must keep that smile on my face though! That voice demands of it every second of every day.
"As always, remember to smile. You are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."