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When Michael Freddy first opened his eyes, it was too much. So much noise and light and sensetations, all too much compared to the serene and almost comforting silence of death.
When he got used to the light, he saw people in engineering uniforms, with the Fazbear logo slapped onto the front along with a name tag.
They were looking at him. Testing something. He could see their mouths move but all the sounds mixed together into a mess that made no sense.
When he got used to the sounds, he heard them talking.
"He seems to be malfunctioning. Do we need to start over again?"
"Why? He's not even doing anything, just standing there. He should be running one of the birthday protocols, since that's what we're testing."
"Patience. These things have always malfunctioned briefly only to jump right back into action."
"It's cheaper than constantly restarting."
He shared that last thought.
When his thoughts and senses finally settled, he felt it. A very faint knowledge lodged somewhere deep within something that wasn't his yet also was.
Without thinking too much of it, he acted.
"Happy birthday to the birthday boy! Your special birthday present is a mystery prize! The mystery prize can be anything, from our lovable plushies, to our comfy merch clothing, or even a magnet of your favorite character!"
"See? Right back into action like I said."
Michael Freddy learned his role fairly quickly. The technicians talked freely around him during the early stages, so he could catch important pieces of information.
It's been ten years since Pizza Place burned down. He was dead for ten years, and was dragged back, again.
This time, he isn't stuck in his own decaying corpse.
He's possessing an animatronic. More specifically, Freddy Fazbear.
As developement progressed, he started to ignore his past. Michael Afton was dead. If anyone looked him up on the internet, they'd see a missing report decades ago and then the police declaring him dead after finding his organs. No one would survive that.
He hated Michael Afton with a burning passion. It was hard to decide if he hated Michael or William more. Maybe he hated them both equally.
This Freddy Fazbear hasn't killed anyone. He didn't shove a little kid's head into an animatronic's mouth or let another kid wander off and die.
This Freddy Fazbear is simply an animatronic built for entertaining kids. Not even the blueprints had a tiny hint of the cruelty the Funtimes had. No voice mimicing. He did have a stomack hatch, but that was for oversized birthday cakes and piñatas. Not for trapping kids.
He preferred this way. This was better. Simpler. Nicer.
Whenever a kid ran up to him with an excited smile, he'd feel happy. And when those same kids came back again and again, alive and well, he was even more happier.
He liked it when people called him Freddy, ignorant of his past.
Here nobody even knew the name Michael Afton. If asked, some employees might go "Michael... Afton? Isn't Afton the name of one of the founders? Is he like related to him or something?", but no one would go "Oh, Michael Afton? You mean the son of a murderer? The kid you who killed his own little brother?".
Nobody here remembered Michael Afton, let alone knew him. Only him.
Whenever he looked in the mirror, he saw the face of an animatronic with vibrant faceplates and shiny blue eyes. He didn't see a face resembling a murderer, or the face of a decomposing body on the verge of collapsing under it's own weight.
Whenever someone turned to speak to him, they weren't going to call him his father's son.
Whenever he walked towards the stage with the rest of the band, he felt light. Michael Afton avoided spotlight like the plague, because being in the spotlight meant getting noticed and recieving looks.
Freddy Fazbear had none of the issues and crimes Michael Afton had.
Freddy Fazbear was simply a robot.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.