Mike flicked through the cameras as quickly as he could, trying to find the only animatronic in the entire building. Alarms suddenly blared, and he growled as he moved over to the other monitor to restart the ventilation system, before turning around back to the cameras.
Flipping through them, he could not find him. Switching to the Vent cameras showed nothing either.
“Damn it, where did he go?” He harshly whispered to himself.
That was when he heard it.
The light, but unmistakable clink of metal feet on tiles. Mike’s head snapped to the left and there the animatronic was, standing in the office door frame. Springtrap. Mike could feel the dilapidated rabbit eyes roam along his form. His ears wiggle before trying to straighten up despite their broken state, and the gaping mouth opened slightly, as if his grin was growing. He took a step into the room, but Mike stood out of his chair, calmly, before speaking.
“I found you.” Mike spoke with a tinny, droning voice.
Mike removed the scarf that was covering his face, before taking off his sunglasses. He dropped both on the floor, not letting his glowing purple eyes move away from Springtrap. Mike opened his mouth and felt his wires slither out. A few of the eyes came out as well giving him a new view of Springtrap from different angles. He could feel a few more wiggle out from his chest. Lifting his chin, Mike smiled, showing his sharp metal fangs. At the moment, Mike was glad he inherited his fathers extra wide, and creepy smile. The effect wouldn’t be the same without it.
He moved his wires closer to Springtrap, who in turn took a step back as he eyed the tentacles. Mike moved forward, hand slowly slipping into his pocket where he kept the Zippo lighter for this particular moment. He had waited decades for this, and he will not waste it.
“I found you, Father.” He growled out, as he took an aggressive step towards him. Springtrap kept moving back until it hit the corridor wall, eyes still trained on the wires. Mike slipped the lighter out of his pocket, before quickly withdrawing his wires back closer to him. Springtrap’s white eyes, burning with anger and confusion, snapped back to his own glowing ones. He ignited the lighter.
“Burn in Hell Father.” He tossed the lighter into the fuel he pre-laid down before his shift started before dashing into the office vent, hearing the flames quickly engulf the office and the hissing and screeching of Spingtrap behind him.
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Okay, but what if Michael managed to over power Ennard and take it for himself to use as his own? Dead, rotten, purple AND tentacle-y?!??! Eh, EH?!??!
I would love to read a fully fledged story about this ovo. On that note, I might post this little short story on ao3 if I’m confident enough. I’m not a very good writter.
What propted me to draw this, is the fact that Michael Afton has been trending on Twitter for like, 6 days now? I’m so confused but I’m also not complaining either. Good purple corpse man has become a Twitter Sexy Man.
Michael designed is base on my version of him
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