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Michael x good girl reader

6. Golden

Merry Christmas y'all. Here's the Mangle, to celebrate. Why, because idk and because they're my favorite animatronic. (My physical? sketch below)

But all the springtrap submissions that came with propaganda call him a ghost possessing a suit.

This has just made me realize that I am on a very different end of the lore interpretation, so uuuuuh do you guys think I should be adding him since by lots of lore he can be counted as a ghost not a person in a suit, or nah?

I like the idea of Freddy’s being more of a nightclub, like open ‘til ungodly hours, dancing, live music, bouncers on the door kinda joint. And you’ve got Mr Afton, the fella in charge of pretty much everything because Henry is useless and I mean everything: he has to pick up security shifts if no one else will, fix any shit that breaks, the bastard takes care of accounts, inventory. He just never sleeps. The place sucks every last bit of life from him and he hates it with every crumb of his “soul”. 

You could be wait staff there or security or whatever, but like everyone else on the payroll you know that Mr Afton is not one to mess with. Over your tenure there you’ve seen him physically pick up patrons and remove them from the club, not to mentions the fights. He’d never hit first, man is patient like that, will take their shit for face value and just chew them out, but the second some hard-man thinks they can take him, he isn’t holding back. Brutal fighting, not just enough to make them not a threat anymore, much further. Smashing their face in, kicking them when they’re down, breaking limbs, and if they’re particularly mouthy, spitting on them. 

So when it’s a Saturday night band slot that’s missing (11 ‘til 01am prime time slot) cancelled for whatever reason you’d expect him to go to their house and fuck them up for the inconvenience, but no. Seeing the club full with drinks flowing, he knows he can’t afford to loose out on the earnings tonight would get.

Everyone is astounded when he chuckles mean-spiritedly at the news, snarling at the nearest fucker that he’ll do it and Henry doesn’t object. Henry must’ve know of Afton’s history singing, maybe he’d even partnered up with Mr Emily in the hope that the club would give him the chance to do something he enjoys. That wasn’t the case though. Regardless, Henry knows that William can fill the slot finely but he’s surprised at the old-dog’s audacity in doing so. 

He takes the stage and the cunt just sings. And its good - like really good. Staff are looking at each other in disbelief that this man, who can sing like that, is slaving away at a shitty club, barley keeping the lights on. You could tell he was using this as a vent opportunity, every bit of pent up rage, at Henry, at Freddy’s, at his life in general being let out. 

And when he’s done he just walks off towards the back offices, really stunned staff following behind, you being one of them, from the look of his face he looks like he’s about to go outside and put a hole through the wall. People drop off in the journey until eventually its just you following him out, questions on your tongue; something about what he did had just hit home. He’s after a fag, a mix of indignation and amusement on his face, uncaring that he was getting ash all over. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” He spits, turning towards you in a sudden movement that catches you off guard. 

“I just...” You can’t think of words to say, the raised eyebrows and tightness of his jaw really making you regret coming out in-toe. Man is fucking menacing.

“You’re really good.” 

He laughs curtly, self-deprecation in his mouth. 

“Yeah. I know, shocking innit?”

~

Continuing on, we reached another set of double doors and I could hear what sounded like someone shouting. Pushing through the first set and then straight through the second we found the temporary repair tech shouting at a very tall and lanky animatronic.

“Stop wasting my time! I don’t care what it is that's broken! I have more important things to fix than you again! You’re a waste of space and really, I should just have you decommissioned and trashed! What are you good for anyway? The kids are scared of you and there have only been complaints for weeks!” The tech was brandishing a clipboard as he spoke and the lanky metal man was cowering back and away, winging his hands and showing clear signs of anxiety.

“Absolutely not.” I growled under my breath. My back straightened, and walked quickly over to the two, dropping my bag to the ground as I went.

“Absolutely not!” I said again but much louder this time as I snatched the clipboard out of the man’s hand and placed myself between him and the animatronic.

“HEY! Who the h-ll are you?!” he yelped, taking a step back, off balanced by my sudden appearance. “What do you think you’re doing!”

“I should be asking you that!” I snapped back at him. “What makes you think you have any right to talk to anyone the way you were talking to my friend here?!”

“It’s just a robot! It doesn't have feelings!”

“Of course they do! I can tell that just by looking at how they were reacting to you just now!”

“You’re crazy!” The man had gotten his nerve back and took a step forward into my personal bubble. “Who let you down here?!”

“Who let me down here? This is my lab! I let myself down here!” I pointed at the door where the woman from upper management still stood, arms crossed and watching with interest. “Leave…Now” I growled the last word into the man’s face. He made a point to spit on the ground before turning to the manager, complaining as he stormed off in her direction