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Saying Michael was done was an understatement. He died to a spoon, dealing with possessed animatronics for several years, getting Bernd ones, dealing with more animatronics, and now he's burning another building trying to free all the souls. He’s tired of correcting Williams' mistakes, tired of being a hollo purple corpse wearing clothes, and a bear mask. Just bury him already. But, he’s glad his siblings won't have to deal with this, and live a relatively normal life with Henry.

Stopping that prank, and watching over Elizabeth was the best decision Michael ever made. He doesn't want to think of what will happen if he didn’t stop, or ignored Williams' warning to the small redhead. Michael begged Henry to not burn in the labyrinth with him so his siblings can have support. All he wanted to do was help fix this mess. But he’s done.

As the fire spread throughout the rented restaurant, freeing all, or at least most of the souls. The screams of the monsters burn and they are trying to get out. Only one of them crawled into his office, filling the room with burning routine flesh. (Not that he smells any better). He knows how this is.

“If you want to kill me, then you're out of luck. Ennard bet you to the punch.” Michael voiced. He knows the child murderer is aware of his immortality, but it starts the conversation at least.

Williams' voice is bokeh and harsh. “No. I'm here to tell you I'll always come back, and no matter how many times the both of us born, You can never rest.” he chuckled like he won, and he did. Michael didn't care anymore.

He gave a thoughtful hum and a trend to the rutting animatronics rabbit. “Well this will be the last time we meet, hopefully.”

William laughed again, like he heard a funny joke. “Are you def now! We will always return. Will meet again, one week or 30 years from now, it won't matter.” the twisted face trends into an ire smile (or tried to).

“Considering I'm done with your shit.” the corpse posed for a moment in thot. “I'd say you won't be going against me. I'm done trying to fix your mistakes. Even if I come back somehow, I won't be your enemy, but a bystander.” with that Micheal left the office leaving a broken man behind.

He felt tired. Not tired of the situation he finds himself in, as if he's sleepy. He fell in front of the entrance, blocking the front door with his body (not that it would make a difference). He sees the scorched animatronics around the building. If he had a nickel for every time he was present in a burning building hill almost have a dollar (six of them he himself caused). Which is a lot, but it's weird that–. Michael's consciousness faded before he finished that thot.

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After some time Michael’s soul roamed the burnt building with no thot, no feeling, no consciousness, Just a soul that had given up. Years past with no change of behavior. Construction can be heard, but the soul paid no mind (not like it had one right now). Sometimes a blond woman comes in and does something. The structure on the surface is finished, some new stuff is with the soul now.

After a while the soul started to drift towards something. A broken thing, lack of vision, and something ales. The closer the soul got, the more conscious it got. He started to think, agon, and started to feel, And he felt angry. When Michael finally stopped moving and settled in, he went unconscious.

Michael woke up. He stared at the ceiling of the apparent dome thing, was some kind of torture devise. It had all the necessary tools to fix animatronics, and more unusual tools made for specific things. He sat up from his position and looked around. He was indeed in a dome like thing in a large room. A familiar light blond woman was outside messing with something next to what appears to be a door. *might be a console* he thot. He looked down at himself finding a feminine build of a animatronic. Only a red top, and super short shorts with one black explosive star on both pieces of “clothing”. And purple and black “clothing” was also on her forearm and calf. Before Michael could make a thot the so-called door opened upwards, then came an unfamiliar voice.

“Ok, I'm finished repairing you. How do you feel Roxanne?” the society guard looking person asked with no concern.

Michael thot through his situation. *so this animatronics name is Roxanne, and it appears the newer models have their own personality.* with that he knows what to do. “Who are you?” Michael responded instead, as he slightly tilted his head. Michael's accent wasn't there, and his new voice will need some time to get us too.

She stared at him for a good minute. Then sighed. “There shouldn't be anything wrong with you.” she looked back at whatever she was doing earlier. He waited patiently for her to continue. With another sigh she looked at me. “You shore you don’t remember anything?”

He pondered for a moment. “Well, I do have fragments of memory.” He shifted a little, wanting to move around.

She knotted to his verbal response. “Fortunately, most of your Code is still usable, so you wont need a complete reboot, You can start moving around. Owns I'm done with my report of you, I'll get the others." She then continued her sed report.

Michael got off of the tabi then walked out of the dome. Waking isn't that bad, mostly because there's lines of code for waking. The only thing he can call this place, Parts and Services. There were sphere Endoskeletons in cages in an open room on the side. In the back are four different doors the size big enuf for animatronics, which are color coded. The front of the dome are large double doors with large windows on both sides. He started to walk around the room and do some basic movements, getting us to his new body.

After a bit of waiting the guard spoke. “You stay here, I'm going to tell the others.” she started to walk away, before leaving she finally responded to his question. “ names Vanessa, and just in case you don't remember your name, It's Roxanne Wolf.”

He didn't want to annoy her with questions all the time, but he's glad she answered. He looked around again. *This is an odd position to be in. possessing an animatronic, a female no less. Not that I'm complaining, but–*

The large double doors opened wide interrupting his thots. He was tackled in a huge by a shorter animatronic that looked like a newer Toy Chica. She was sobbing on his chest, being embraced by her. He was shocked for a moment, then he used one arm to embrace her, and the other hand rested on her head. This action only made the animatronic sob more. The Doors slammed opined like some angry toddler. An alligator-like animatronic stormed in.

“What do you think you are doing! The Sincerity guard wasn't done talking yet.” the Green animatronic yelled in annoyance. He has purple shoulder pads, fingerless gloves, and purple feet. His pants are alligator scale pants accompanied by a belt. His head has a red mohawk and star shades. Not to mention the spiky bracelets.

“It doesn't matter. She's fixed now, and nothing can change that!” the other shouted, not moving from her position.

“Let the bitch go and come back and listen this time!” the alligator raised his voice not in anger, but more commanding. *Did he insult me, or called me a female dog?*

The white chicken trend her head to the other animatronic, as Michael moved his hand off of the head, and on to her opposite solder from his sed arm. “MAKE ME!” Chica hissed.

The reptile grind (or attempted to), and made himself look bigger. “Then I'll drag your metallic ass across the floor!”

Before things exolete further, Vanessa walked through the door, behind her are two more individuals, Freddy and a kid. The kid was glaring at everyone in the room from behind Freddy’s leg, ready to run at any time. Freddy himself looked worried, and nervous at me. *so Vanessa told Freddy and the Kid. The other two dissent know the situation. Chica must have heard Roxa-or that I’m ok, and the lizard followed after her.*

The kid seems to be wearing a blue shirt and white under shirt, brown shorts and red sneakers. Freddy has red caves and shoulder pads, similar bracelets like the other male. Under his bowtie is an electric blue lightning. And of course a small top hat.

“Monty, you must not speak fuel language. We don't want you to say them on stage or in public.” Fazbear status.

“Don’t worry Fazbear, even if I wanted to, my programming wouldn't allow it.” the now named animatronic scuffed.

With that Chica poled herself away from Michael, and tended to Monty with shock in her eye’s. “You tried to cuss on stage!” the other animatronic shrugged.

Vanessa rubbed her temples. “May I speak, or do you two want to waste my time.” Everyone in the room went quiet for a moment.

Chica spoke to the human this time (he hasn't been human in years). “But you said there's nothing wrong!” a look of distress can be seen. Monty tilted his head forward and slid his shades down, staring at Chica with a “what did i say” face.

“I will only say this one’s so pay attention.” Vanessa sighed and continued. “Roxanne has for god knows why last most of her memories. She's fine other whys.” she explained with a tired look. Not wanting to answer questions she left muttering to herself, Only Michael heard. “Back to dialing with their shenanigans. How fun.”

The reactions were split. The little boy had an unchanging face while Freddy looked more concerned, if that's even possible. Monty raised his shades while the guard was speaking, now he just looks disappointed with his arms crossed. However Chica, the emotional beard that she is, went into a hugging frenzy and cried (not tears scents there not Possess). He was apologizing about not being a good friend, and wasn't able to help and stuff.

Now that he looks at Chica (or so he thot) is white, a pink one-pee’s, green fingerless gloves and those bracelets. Green and pink caves with separate design, and color. Triangle earrings and a pink bow.

He didn't know what to do, but that doesn't mean he’ll do nothing. “Hay, you don’t need to apologize. Think of this as a good thing, a fresh start. For all of us.” Michael converted softly. Freddy relaxed, Monty huffed in irritation, and Chica was calming down. He himself looked at the kid then spoke. “So what's the reason behind him being here?” the soul asked with a little confusion.

“I’d like to know the hell the gremlins still hear” Monty agreed angrily.

Three animatronic looked at the boy, he flinch from the sudden attention clearly not us to the three being passive with him. Freddy decided to speak. “Well I was thinking, scents Gregory has no home, or relatives-” he awkwardly posed, not knowing what the others would think. “We could be his. Family?” The three other humanoid robot animals had varied expressions. Monty’s arms went limp, jaw all the way down, and his sunglasses raised revealing shocked eyes. Chica went stiff with a still expression. Lastly Michael had a “are you kidding me” face. Despite everything that happened, the last thing he remembered was him barning in the previous restaurant, waking up in a new body, with new animatronics, new restaurant? (he wasn't completely sure what to call it), and most likely a new victim in Williams' twisted game. He hasn't been up for an hour, and he's already done with their shit.

Michael sighed in annoyance, rubbing between his eyes. “I need time to adjust. I can't deal with… With this rite now.” as he gestured towards Freddy and his apparent child with the same hand. He then walked out the room after hearing the assumed leader.

“In that case, ask a Staff Bot to lead you to your room. Take care!” he waved, giving him valuable information.

He took in the information Freddy gave him. *This place is big enough to not only have a large room for Parts & Servos, personal rooms for animatronics, and robot employees.* Michael whispered to himself “Fuck Me”

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Michael was guided through the building by a Staffbot. After a while, he was left in front of his new room. Walking through the automatic Doors, he saw a room filled with Roxanne’s merch and go-kart-themed everything. Plushys, a couch, posters, clothes, action figures, and etcetera. He wasn't surprised, it’s Roxanne’s room after all.

He looked towards the mirror and found out what his face looked like. Yellow eyes, his shoulder pads are similar to his top, and wields gray hair with a green strike for bangs. And of course the ears and tail, not to mention the spiky collar.

He decided to try and release his soul, to escape. but before that, he shut the curtains and went back in front of the mirror. Closing his new yellow eyes for a moment he opened them, getting started at what he saw. He is still Roxanne with not-so-friendly eyes, it wasn't the black and silver that most possessed animatronics had. No, it was worse. The only evidence of his true identity, his eyes were black and purple. With another blink, it went back to “normal”.

He hated the name Afton. Well, he's not an Afton anymore, not officially anyway. He never mentions his family name for good reason. Imagine the looks he’ll get, he's the biological son of a suspected murderer who went missing years ago. Not a good look if you ask him.

Michael tried to look into his own code with a lot of success. Finding locations, and procedures in different situations. He also started to mess with his new look, shifting his body in angels. However, Michael's analysis made him unaware of the large figure approaching him.

“It seems nothing much changed.” Freddy’s voice behind him gave Michael a fright.

Turning around to see Freddy and Gregory, he softened his eyes. “I guess so.” Ever since Michael was in his early teens he was always self-confident and prideful of his looks and abilities to do things. Even in his late adulthood as a hollow purple corps, Michael used the food money for makeup and more self-care supplies. He also likes the praise, even from people that are lower than him like age, social status, alignments, or intelligence. And unfortunately his father as well, praise is still praise after all.

“Do you wish for me to give you a–” Before Freddy could continue, the so cold Roxy interrupted him.

“No, it's fine. My program has directions for every section of the ‘plex, but I don't remember any of them.” he gestured to the supposed Mall.

There was an awkward silence, then unexpectedly the child was the one to speak. “You three are not what I expected.”

Michael attempted to smirk. “Well I am the best, with or without memories.” he puffed his chest out, and if this were a cartoon, there would be gold stars around Michael.

Gregory glared at her. “And you had to ruin it.”

The female animatronic made an offended gesture, a little too into it. He then turned to Freddy. “So, what's going to happen to him.” Michael asked in a serious tone.

Freddy frowned in worry and sighed. “Gregory has no home to go to, not to mention someone in a rabbit custom is after him.” he looked at the boy. “I don’t think I can leave him.”

Michael thought about it for a moment. On the one hand, keeping him here would be the right thing to do, and on the other hand, he is apparently Willion's next target, and I don’t want any part of it. However, Gregory and Freddy are already in the thick of it, so he won't be involved in any fuckery.

“You’re the boss, Fred.” she starts to walk out of the room before she turns to ask a question. “By the way, here's Chica. She seemed upset.”

Freddy thot where she gon to. “She did not say, but when she’s feeling negative, Chica goes to you’re RaseWay.” he said with a shrug.

As he watched his friend leave the room, he had one thot. *hope this time will be better.*

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In Michael’s honest opinion, the Pizza Plex was way too big. Yes, it's mostly shops and restaurants, but there's Laser Tag, arcade rooms, a daycare, and mini golf. Not to mention all the behind-the-scenes stuff and restricted zones. There's no way the higher-ups will approve of such a project on this scale. Fazbear Entertainment must be under new management.

He also wants to meet the rest of the animatronic, not just his new band. The only other Animatronics left are DJ Music Man, and the Daycare Attendant. He was surprised that Music Man (his creation) was a series now.

As he entered his Raceway, he was shocked at how big it was. All of it was his, not Freddy’s, not his father's, it was made for him. Well, it was made for Roxanne, but still, it felt nice. Looking around he spotted a certain chicken crossing the track. So he did the only thing he could do.

Michael started the conversation as he was walking to Chica. “You seem lost. Need help?”

The other Animatronic slightly jumped and turned, making a sigh of relief as she spotted him. “I think I should be the one saying that.”

He tilted his head. “This is Raxy’s Raceway, right? I might have lost my memories but I still have my programming. So what are you doing?” Michael asked, sitting on the nearest bench.

She made a sad expression and sat with him. “Just reminiscing. How about you?”

He then made a teasing grin. “Just wondering why did the chicken cross the road.” Chica tilted her head in confusion, but before she asked Michael finished. “Apparently she was reminiscing.”

Chica gave a sarcastic laugh and pushed him in a playful manner. “Did you just come down here to make that bad joke!?”

“Yes, and to see why you're not upbeat like when…” he stopped knowing technically that wasn't their first time meeting. “When we last met.” the soul frowned.

The only other girl Animatronic did the same. “You forgot all our time together, not that it was a long time, but still!!” She jumped from the bench and turned to face him. “You forgot me, and it makes me sad that nothing will be the same again.”

He can hear her simulating crying noises. Michael did not realize how emotional Chica was, and it felt real. He had to say something, he had to do something. So he got up and to Chica's surprise, she was getting hugged. “Chica, I never meant, or want to hurt you. When I woke up I was lost-” and it was the truth, he didn’t know what was happening. “-and scared of the unknown, but you made me feel I belong.”

Not that he had nowhere to go before this, but in his later life Michael felt lonely and lost. Finding a job was difficult because of his body odor among other things. Living as a corpse was not fun. He took a step back and stared at Chica. “I may not remember much, but I'm here. So instead of acting like I'm dead, let's start over, I doubt Freddy will give up the little man anyway, So might as well.”

Chica looked happy to hear all of that, then she looked at him. “Are you shore, Gregory did horrible things to us.”

Michael was confused and voiced his thots. “How can a kid like that be horrible to Animatronics like us?” he was indeed concerned.

With that, she told him all the sins the “demon child” had committed. And he was impressed in all honesty. Granted he “lived” longer and did worse, but still. Not like he killed anyone.

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Vanessa didn’t like the way Roxanne was acting. One minute she has no memory and the next thing you know she is already on the other side of the Pizza Plex. When she asks Freddy and his kid where Roxanne is. Apparently, she was going to Roxy’s Raceway to see if Chica was alright.

Arriving at Roxy’s Raceway after about a minute of looking she spotted two animatronics, Chica and Roxanne. She got close to them hearing the conversation. “All I'm saying is that if you are going to eat one ingredient at a time. And waste all~ that hard work, then get the ingredients instead of buying Heaven's Gift(The name of pizza)!!! The white beard got louder near the end.

The other animatronics pondered for a moment. “Well if it helps, at least those “hypothetical individuals” eat the whole thing. Right?” she stated, not understanding why the chicken is angry.

Chika ruffled her imaginary feathers. “And don’t get me started on Vanessa… hey~ how are you doing today.” Sed woman knew the animatronic was going to say something about her, so she ignored it.

Vanessa faced Roxanne. “the company wants you to go over some tests due to your memory loss. Unfortunately, I’m the only one here right now that can do such tests. And before you ask, the tests are there to see if you’re safe for interacting with the public. Now come on, we don’t have all day.” she turned a walked away.

She can hear Roxanne’s semy light foot steppes. The Animatronic wasn't as heavy as Freddy or Monty, but not as light as Chica. Roxanne was in the middle and despite her weight, she was faster than she should be. Granted her mobile was based on the Foxy series.

Later Vanessa looked down at her tablet only to find one last test, the Anty VIres Program. Yes, she is aware of the purpose of the Animatronics resetting except for Freddy who needed to be reassembled and cleaned.

She then looked up at Roxanne. “Last test okay, turn around and neal.” Roxanne looked at her for a moment. “I need to check your Anty VIres Program, a recent addition.” the wolf accepted the answer to her suspicion and did at toled. Not that it matters but Roxanne followed all of her commands without question till the last demand. Vanessa gest Roxanne gained some “awareness” sents the incident.

Vanessa pulled out a cored from her tablet and plugged it into the Animatronic access port. She looked through the code of Roxanne Wolf and found an unrecognizable string of code that was being used. The codes were infinitely large and complicated, similar to a certain rotten rabbit in an abandoned restaurant. Same purple, same purpose. But the code was made differently, not that it matters. if she can’t get rid of his, she won't be able to get rid of hers.

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Roxanne or rather Michael Afton was able to go back to his room to “sleep”. Outside of space are two fingers observing the change. Forchenitly being entertained and interested in this “reality”.

The silence of space did not bother the humanoids, only comforts them like sitting on the couch watching you’re favorite show… or reading a new fanfiction wherever you are.

“The Idea of locking his soul and changing his past was interesting…” the shorter female committed. Not looking away from Earth’s direction.

The toller Male humend. “Not like it’s the first reality this happened in. This one isn't organic though.” he stated with disappointment.

The other looker trend and looked, looked far away. A world full of power. But she was looking at one particular participant in their entertainment. One who is on a roof of some school in Japan. “Why does everything call this “reality” when all this is fake?” she questioned. She hasn't thot about it till now and is mentally laughed at herself.

“Their knowledge is limited to their “reality”.”

The thot of another reality was an exciting thot. However, imagining life was fake was not so exciting. You may think that the end was odd, or you just don’t care, but “we can asher you, there is more behind Amity Walle’s than you think. not that it matters to you.” Your reality is true reality… Right?