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He invited you back to Freddy’s alone without Mike. You were suspicious. ‘Why would Vanessa’s brother want to hang out with me?’ You thought to yourself.

Michael stood at the front door to Freddy’s. You drove up, putting your headlights on. You almost startled him with your sudden approach. You get out your car.

He smiled. “Finally, you showed up.” His eyes were wide, and there was something about him that was unsettling.

“Yeah, I have a shift.” You scoffed. “And, you asked me to come. I could’ve said no.”

His grin faltered. “Right.” He looked down at the wet asphalt.

Michael opens the door, going inside first. You look around at the abandoned pizza place. Basically, this was a set up. Bring your kids to eat pizza, then boom, they’re gone. You involuntarily feel a chill go down your spine. The terrifying reality that these kids were never found.

You turn your head. “Michael?” You could’ve sworn he was right behind you.

He jumped in front of you. You didn’t get scared. You rolled your eyes at him. “Stop playing games, Mikey.”

Michael chuckled and rolled his eyes. “You think you’re so brave. You think that you’re so protected by Mike.”

“Mike?” You raised your eyebrows. “Dude, I’m not going into this right now. We have a job to do.”

“Yeah. We’ll see.” Michael stepped into a cold dark hallway, disappearing from your vision.

You groan as you’re left alone with your task of watching the animatronics. These animatronics were a lot different than what you were familiar with. They had interesting technology in their firmware. They were also extremely hard to overpower.

Toy Bonnie was the first to move. You noticed that he left the same time as Michael. You turned around after Toy Bonnie was breathing down your neck. You run quickly, but the clanking of the animatronic’s feet echoes throughout the hallway.

You end up in a closet. You turn on the light, looking around you see the animatronics from the old place. They’re all very withered and destroyed from lack of care. There’s an even stranger one in the corner, but you chose to ignore it for now. You hear Toy Bonnie’s footsteps disappear. You open the closet door, thinking you’re in the clear.

You get pulled by Michael to the office. “What is your problem?!” You raised your voice slightly.

Michael hushed. “Shh, you’re gonna get us killed.”

“Michael, I know what this is really about.” You said, trying not to run out of the place entirely.

“Then, what is it?” Michael said, raising his arms in frustration. “Because I don’t see Mike here protecting you.”

You paused for a moment. “I know you like me. I told you this before, I am not breaking up with Mike.”

“Oh, I know that.” Michael chuckled. “But, forgive me for trying to keep you alive.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re special to me.”

You blinked. “What? I thought you didn’t give a fuck about you.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Mike Schmidt.” Michael sneers. “You said that if Mike never asked you out, you’d still be single.”

“I did say that.” You nervously answered. “But, I’m dating Mike now.”

“I see the way you look at me.” Michael said, boldly, holding a very cocky smile. “The way your cheeks are red. It seems like you like me.”

You stand defensively. “Maybe I’m cold. It’s freezing in here.”

“Yeah, but if I kissed you, you wouldn’t pull away.” Michael said with a smirk.

You stood in shock by the audacity of this man. The implications might be true. You still loved Mike. You were silent for a few minutes.

“Well?” Michael commented. “You’re just staring.”

“Because, what you’re saying isn’t true.” You lied.

“Then, let’s test that theory.” Michael leans in kissing you suddenly, making sure you really feel his lips on yours.

Your eyes automatically flutter shut as you consequently kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled back, chuckling. “Looks like I’m right.”

You blush madly. “You’re a lunatic! I can’t believe you just did that!”

“I can do it again, if you want.” Michael sports a shit-eating grin. “Mike can’t make you feel like this.”

“Michael, you don’t get it.” You lean against your chair. “I love Mike.”

“But, you love me, and I just proved it.” Michael scoffs.

“I-I.” You stammered, speechless. “Maybe it’s a heat of the moment thing.”

“No. There’s something there,” He insisted.

There was a loud bang coming from the storage room. The old animatronics started to become active again. This was bad news.

Michael gets himself in gear. He’s checking the cameras, and being extra diligent about making sure where the animatronics are.

Meanwhile, you were keeping an eye on the clock. It was 5:50. If they could survive for ten more minutes, they’d be safe. Foxy and Mangle came crawling and running down the halls. Michael takes your arm, running to the exit. It was finally 6 o’clock.

You panted, standing by your car. You look up at Michael. He looks disappointed. “I really thought I could convince you.”

You kiss his cheek. “I’m not convinced.”

Michael frowns. “You still like me, right?”

“It’s complicated, Mikey.” You shrugged. “You gotta prove to me that you’re not going to hang me out to dry.”

“I’m sure, Mike,” Michael said, “has hung you out to dry.”

You sigh softly. “That’s my business, Michael. You should know that more than anyone.”

“I can’t get you out of my head.” Michael said tenderly, “You’re all I think about.”

You blushed. “That’s very nice to hear.”

He leans in for another kiss, but you back off. You smile gently, then walk to your car. You turn the keys into the ignition and drive out of Freddy’s parking lot.

I get it. Child development is hard to understand. But there is genuinely no way that you people believe a 13yo Cassidy would believe that the guy in the Chuck E Cheese suit is the real Chuck. PLEASE be serious. A middle school aged child would know for a fact that William Afton is not Springbonnie, he's an employee in a suit. A MIDDLE SCHOOL AGED CHILD WOULDN'T EVEN WANT TO BE IN FREDDY'S BECAUSE IT'S FOR KIDSSSSS. There's a reason Mike and his friends are such bullies. THEY are the middle schoolers come onnn.

And before you are like "well how am I supposed to know these kids ages? It's not stated. What if my theory is that they were 13-14?" First of all, the ages for the victims have been stated a million times over.

Silver Eyes Trilogy places Charlie at 3 and Elizabeth at 5.

Into the pit states that the MCI are YOUNGER than 10yo Oswald. In the novelization of the fnaf movie, it is once again stated that they are younger than Abby, another 10yo.

In the Silver Eyes trilogy it is stated that Michael Brooks is about 7 and all the other MCI are close in age to him.

SO WHY IS EVERY HEADCANON THAT THEY ARE 10-14????

Why is Elizabeth so constantly stated to be 11 in artworks (to the point people think its canon) when she is stated to be 5 in her only canon appearance? Scott went the extra mile to put Mangle (a toy for toddlers) in her room if Fnaf 4!! Mangle is literally in a baby room in AR in reference to Elizabeth’s room come onnnn.

Even in the Ticket to Fun kit, the child Afton fails to kill is 8!!! It has been routinely shown that the age of Afton's victims range from 3-9 in multiple continuities. Why would it suddenly be different in the games? Every time Afton has been met with a 10yo or older (Fnaf movie, Into the pit, Silver Eyes) the child has been able to instantly tell that he isn't to be trusted.

And please don't get me started on Michael. No 16yo is going to be bullying a 6-9yo child 🤦🏾‍♀️ Mike is the most obvious Middle School/Freshmen child and yet artists act like he's pushing 20 for some reason. The character he's a parallel to in the frights books is literally 14.

The ages of these kids is so clear based on how they act and the repeated evidence, yet for some strange reason the fandom is obsessed with aging them up. Why? Is it so Afton seems like less of an evil person? Is it because you don't understand how children mature? Or is it because you want to put them in more mature situations in your fanworks and sexualizing 16yo Jeremike feels more moral than acknowledging that those kids just hit double digits?

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A trap with no escape, under a crumbling roof that shelters her from everything but her sins. What was once a fiery passion slowly dies with the growing tongues of fire that flanks her on all sides.

Trapped. It was all a trap. Not a gift. It was never a gift, not the present wrapped in a big red bow she had believed it to be.

Thoughts careen past her, they race as she paces with a mindless desperation. The heat almost solders her joints together.

I can't. I can't. Not like this. I have to do something, anything— I have to make him proud, anything to make him proud! I have to do something. Something with my life, at least. Something. Anything.

Her once relentless resolve can't help but crumble with the filthy cheap walls, melting with erratic grace under the inferno. What did she do? What could she have done to deserve this life of hers?

A voice whispers the answer before she could even finish thinking.

Nothing.

That's all she's done. Nothing, nothing remotely outstanding. Just average, average, so painfully average. She had nothing to be proud of. Under her sharp, cold, calculating facade—that's all it was, a nothing more than a facade, something to convince herself she knew more than she did—what did she have? Under her wits. Under her poker-face. What did she have?

The man takes off his mask. His face– his face looks familiar. But it can't be. Nobody was ever familiar, everything and everyone that could've been had packed up and moved away. Away from here. Away from her.

He turns for a moment. His eyebrows furrow. Is she imagining it, the way his very flesh almost seems to hesitate, flickering between alive and something that wasn't quite there? The way his eyes held a faint, luminescent pink buried deep beneath his irises?

For a moment, she thinks he'll run, fight, keep her out like he always does. Like he was no doubt told to do. His expression is unreadable. Fear? Disgust? He's frozen in place, it seems, even among this scalding amber.

And then he's not. His shoulders sag. He relaxes. He smiles—why is he smiling? Why is he still here? Get out. Get out! He takes a step toward her. She tries to yell, but the blaze chokes her throat dry. Scare him. Scare him away, away from this hell, away from this torture! Can't he feel it? Can’t you feel it? Why is he still here? Why does she want him to leave?

The voice returns, it rejects, it insists, the icy, blue-eyed beast. No, he has to stay. Stay and atone. He was a part of the plan after all, she remembered now. It's his fault. It's him, all him and the Cassette Man, all his fault, his fault, his fault. His fault for everything! A murderer, that's what he was. A murderer, though they weren't technically alive.

It's a thought tugging at her brain from the deepest, oldest parts of her, murderer, murderer, murderer, yet another voice argues back. Don't you understand! He's all we have. He's all I have.

The man reaches out. His wrinkled prune of a hand tells of a damage wreaked by something more than fire. She almost reaches back. She catches herself.

No, she knew better. She had nobody. Father said she had nobody, nobody but him. A part of her wished that was true.

But she saw no truth, none in the way his father spoke to their endless metal labyrinth like it could answer with anything more than a child's lofty giggle. Never an embrace, not a hug, not a meaningful word to her. Not even her own father could spare her a second glance.

The man’s hand is still outstretched, a defiant glint in his eyes that says she must take it. She has nobody. Amongst the vast universe, she was nobody. But maybe, if even for just a fleeting second, maybe she could have somebody.

She reaches for his hand. The barrier separating them falls. Good riddance, she thinks. She wants a hug. She wants to feel something more than a hand on hers—how long has it been since she’s had a hug?—and he steps forward too. He raises his other hand. A hug. The thought of it makes her smile. She can't feel the fire anymore. It's nothing.

The last of whatever was holding this wretched place together finally gives way, and his hands just fall short of hers before the building crumbles to ashes.

With a final glance into her brother's eyes—they look kinder now, the kindest she's ever seen them—she succumbs to the void as the evening wind whips the rowdy flames into submission.

And then she was nothing.

they live happily ever after right scottt?? right?? .