I'm Michael, Michael Afton.

Talk to me, or don't. Doesn't make a difference.

[michael-michaelafton]

-ooc.-

Hey, I'm Maidhc (he/they). I'm 25 and FNAF is my special interest. I have an unhealthy attachment to the off-putting man that is Michael Afton. I've been roleplaying since 2012 so I have a decent bit of experience.

I play both game Michael and movie Michael, so please specify if you have a preference of which one to interact with.

Any sfw thread is open to anyone. I'm down for smut but only in dms. (No minors for that, obviously.) I’m open to darker themes, but please discuss them with me before adding them to a thread.

Shipping is welcome. (Each thread exists in its own au.)

OC's and canon characters both welcome. Feel free to send in a starter or reply to one of mine. Anon available through the ask box.

[michael-michaelafton]

Jumpscare just to be a little shit

@stringed-daughter

Michael flinched, clearly caught off guard by the sudden movement.

"Seriously?" He said, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep breath. "Was that really necessary?"

[stringed-daughter]

"no but it was bloody funny" the spirit inside the puppet giggled childishly as Michael's reaction amused her

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael rolled his eyes, though there's no real annoyance behind it. It's just a minor inconvenience.

"Well I'm glad I could be a source of amusement," he said sarcastically.

[michael-michaelafton]

Jumpscare just to be a little shit

@stringed-daughter

Michael flinched, clearly caught off guard by the sudden movement.

"Seriously?" He said, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep breath. "Was that really necessary?"

[roleplayer-memes]

A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

[sotara-a]

[michael-michaelafton]

“Sooo… you said you didn’t have any plans, right?” Clover asked, a little hopeful.

“Here,” He handed over to Michael a small box of dark chocolates. The entire time he was looking to the side, a badly hidden smile on his lips.

☘️ @clover-on-vhs

Michael’s expression softened. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth between Clover’s face and the box of chocolates. Then, just when it seems like he might not move at all, he reaches out to take the box.

“Really?”

It’s clear that he’s caught off guard, not having expected anything like this.

“T-Thanks,” he said softly, looking away from him to hide his warming face.

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

Clover gave a little sigh of relief that he actually took it from him. He held a hand around his arm, shrugging, “Uh, no problem.”

“Just don’t let it get to your head.” He added with a little smirk.

[michael-michaelafton]

Clover said that, but it was clear that it did little to stop Michael from overthinking it. What did this mean? He’d never had anything like this happen before.

“Uh, yeah, okay..”

[michael-michaelafton]

“Sooo… you said you didn’t have any plans, right?” Clover asked, a little hopeful.

“Here,” He handed over to Michael a small box of dark chocolates. The entire time he was looking to the side, a badly hidden smile on his lips.

☘️ @clover-on-vhs

Michael’s expression softened. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes flickering back and forth between Clover’s face and the box of chocolates. Then, just when it seems like he might not move at all, he reaches out to take the box.

“Really?”

It’s clear that he’s caught off guard, not having expected anything like this.

“T-Thanks,” he said softly, looking away from him to hide his warming face.

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

You summoned a Michael?

YESYESYEsYES!!

[michael-michaelafton]

“I heard you were looking for me?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

“Maybe..”

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Well, what can I do for you?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

"You can.. uh, um.." It was painfully clear Clover had no idea what he even was going to say. Way to go, loser!

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael’s grin only grew as Clover stumbled over his words, clearly amused by the way he can’t seem to gather or express his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He asked teasingly, knowing that he probably didn’t have a good answer- not yet at least.

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

“Yeahhh…” He trailed off, holding one arm in a moment of awkward expression.

He bit his lip in thought, “Never mind. Don’t think about it too hard.”

[michael-michaelafton]

“Are you sure?” Michael asked, still chuckling. He was rather amused by his slightly flustered behavior.

[michael-michaelafton]

The music box had....stopped...as the puppet walked through the junior's hall on its legs.....

@stringed-daughter

Get spooked !))

Michael had admittedly not paid as much attention to the music box tonight as he should have. He let it stop, not staying close enough to the back room where Charlotte was stuck to be certain that it was still playing. He was entirely unaware of the threat growing just down the hallway from him until he heard that distinctive clicking sound coming from across the building. The sound was enough to have the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

Rising from the chair in the security room he carefully crossed the room to shine the beam of his flashlight down the hallway. Even with the added light it was too dark to see all the way down it, yet that same sound was getting louder and louder.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. Stealing his nerves, he called out again.

“Charlotte?”

[stringed-daughter]

Soon enough Charlotte's spindly form came into view as the light flickered for a second revealing a bloodied girl with a green bracelet it was then back to normal as it lunged at him ....she was ..... clearly in a bad mood tonight

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched as she suddenly jumped at him, stepping out of the way just in time. He pressed his back against the wall as if to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Michael had dealt with the puppet before. He’d been filled in on the necessity of the music box, of how irritable the puppet could be, and recently, he put together the pieces to learn that it was Charlotte.

Michael had known Charlotte as a kid, when she was still alive. Their fathers had been business partners, and in turn, a lot of time was spent at the pizzeria together. Even if they weren’t exactly friends, Michael was familiar with Charlotte. He felt bad for her, for how she ended up stuck here. His sympathy ran deep, but he didn’t know how to help her. Hell, he didn’t know how to help any of the souls trapped here.

“Hey, hey, that’s not necessary,” he told her, raising his hands defensively.

[stringed-daughter]

The animatronic froze up it's eyes going green as they tilted its head alarmed at the voice...."Micheal?..." The puppet's spirit asked suprised to see someone Charlotte had practically called family when she was alive.... "It's not safe to be here"

[michael-michaelafton]

Something flickered across Michael’s expression when she seemed to recognize him, something between relief and grief.

He nodded his head as he slowly lowered his hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “It’s me.”

It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other, yet the sound of her familiar voice was enough to leave a heavy feeling in his chest. This really was her; she really had been stuck here all this time.

[stringed-daughter]

"I can try to protect you.... " She spoke softly as she sighed "mangle....bit Jeremy.... " Her spirit left the puppet as it clatterd to the floor "it was exactly like...." She can't bring herself

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael fights the urge to gather the puppet off of the floor, not quite comfortable with the way it crumbles to the floor. It looks so… broken. He doesn’t move though, still keeping some distance between the two of the until he’s certain that she’s not angry anymore. Once he’s sure, he takes a step forward.

“I know,” he tells her, “That… that’s why I’m here- because he can’t be.”

[stringed-daughter]

"is ...is...is he okay?" Charlotte's sounded concerned... And she clearly felt horrible as the spirit sits on the desk looking sad "....i can make the new ones not bother us"

[michael-michaelafton]

“He’s… alive,” Michael answered reluctantly. Honestly, he wasn’t all the certain of how Jeremy was doing. Last he’d heard he was alive still, but his condition wasn’t quite clear yet.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

[stringed-daughter]

"....it was your father who killed me... .. behind the dinner.....I...saw you pull that stupid prank.... and I think when Evan was in it's jaws....he saw me... But because of the bite....he can't put stuff together....which I'm grateful for"

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael sighed softly before nodding his head.

“I know it was, and I know I was stupid. I wish I could change things… but I can’t. All I can do now is try to make things right.”

[stringed-daughter]

Charlotte nodded looking around the office as she stared at the toys "i really don't like them .... it's just not..... Them " the spirit grabbed a dart on the desk and threw it and the poster

[michael-michaelafton]

“That’s fair,” Michael said softly, his eyes following the dart as Charlotte throws it through the air.*

“Nice shot,” He comments, his gaze shifting back to her.

[stringed-daughter]

"do you want to do anything?" The spirit smiled softly at the nightguard "I've missed hanging out with you...but being dead does that" she snorts

[michael-michaelafton]

“Sure,” Michael agreed easily, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against and closing a bit of the distance that he’d put between them now that Charlotte seemed to be in a better mood.

“What do you have in mind?”

Michael gave a soft laugh at her comment, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I bet.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’ve missed hanging out with you too.”

[stringed-daughter]

"the arcades still work ..." Charlie spoke excitedly grinning happily as her spirit zoomed around the office

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael can’t help but grin at the sight of Charlie’s excitement, amused by the change in mood.

“Alright,” He said, continuing to walk until he made it to the middle of the room.

“I’ve got some quarters. Hell, I could probably figure out how to get them to work for free if I messed with them enough.”

[stringed-daughter]

"you're welcome to try the building is practically shut down due to the bite..... At least one good thing came out of this.... " She's embarrassed that she'd set mangle on Jeremy

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael nodded, understanding what she’s saying. He felt bad for Jeremy, of course he did, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Come on,” he said after a few moments of quiet, “Let’s see if I can work on those machines.”

[stringed-daughter]

The Emily spirit led the way as she just floated into the arcade as the machines were covered in dust as they'd been left to squander

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael followed behind her, letting her take her pick of which machine she wanted to use. He approached one of the machines himself, pressing a few buttons to see if it’d come back to life or if he’d have to fix it.

[stringed-daughter]

For a split second a bloodied foxy mask flashed across the screen ... Before the game fully turned on showing dayshift at Freddy's

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched for a moment, not expecting that image. Had he imagined it or had it really been there? It wasn’t far from the imagined that haunted him still, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did imagine it. The thought of it actually being there was almost more upsetting than if it had been in his head.

“Well this one still works,” he told Charlotte, “… I think.”

[stringed-daughter]

"cool!" Charlie grinned excitedly " can you hotwire it?" She's genuinely curious if he could do it then the arcade room would become a kid's vegas

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael laughed softly in response, leaning around the machine to look at the wiring.

“Yeah, probably,” he gave a thoughtful hum. It wouldn’t be the first time he messed with the arcade machines to get free plays. He used to steal the keys to the coin box back when he was a teenager forced to hang out at Freddy’s for hours on end.

“I’m sure I could figure it out.”

[stringed-daughter]

"the keys for the arcades should be in parts and service" Charlotte's voice spoke before a sigh was heard "but.... thats were they are..."... Then her spirit floated back into the marionette.."I'm better off going to get the keys"

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael paused for a moment as if thinking over her suggestion. He hesitated, as if reluctant to send her back there where the other animatronics are.

“Are they… hostile to you too? Or is that just me?”

[stringed-daughter]

"no they trust me.... Their mostly sleeping... They kinda decided to make a huddle around Evan and Cass " she smiled gently at the memory "I'll be back " she flies off to the required room

[michael-michaelafton]

Evan. Hearing his brother’s name was enough to catch him off guard. He knew he was here, yet he rarely saw him. Maybe he was still mad at him. Michael couldn’t blame him if he was. He was glad to hear that the other ghosts seemed to be fond of Evan though.

Shaking his head slightly as if to get the thoughts out, Michael paused for a moment before nodding his head.

“Alright, I’ll be here.”

[michael-michaelafton]

You don’t have any Valentine’s Day plans do you..?

“No, I don’t. I don’t really do Valentine’s Day usually.”

Not because he doesn’t want to, but rather because he’s never had a reason to.

[michael-michaelafton]

The music box had....stopped...as the puppet walked through the junior's hall on its legs.....

@stringed-daughter

Get spooked !))

Michael had admittedly not paid as much attention to the music box tonight as he should have. He let it stop, not staying close enough to the back room where Charlotte was stuck to be certain that it was still playing. He was entirely unaware of the threat growing just down the hallway from him until he heard that distinctive clicking sound coming from across the building. The sound was enough to have the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

Rising from the chair in the security room he carefully crossed the room to shine the beam of his flashlight down the hallway. Even with the added light it was too dark to see all the way down it, yet that same sound was getting louder and louder.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. Stealing his nerves, he called out again.

“Charlotte?”

[stringed-daughter]

Soon enough Charlotte's spindly form came into view as the light flickered for a second revealing a bloodied girl with a green bracelet it was then back to normal as it lunged at him ....she was ..... clearly in a bad mood tonight

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched as she suddenly jumped at him, stepping out of the way just in time. He pressed his back against the wall as if to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Michael had dealt with the puppet before. He’d been filled in on the necessity of the music box, of how irritable the puppet could be, and recently, he put together the pieces to learn that it was Charlotte.

Michael had known Charlotte as a kid, when she was still alive. Their fathers had been business partners, and in turn, a lot of time was spent at the pizzeria together. Even if they weren’t exactly friends, Michael was familiar with Charlotte. He felt bad for her, for how she ended up stuck here. His sympathy ran deep, but he didn’t know how to help her. Hell, he didn’t know how to help any of the souls trapped here.

“Hey, hey, that’s not necessary,” he told her, raising his hands defensively.

[stringed-daughter]

The animatronic froze up it's eyes going green as they tilted its head alarmed at the voice...."Micheal?..." The puppet's spirit asked suprised to see someone Charlotte had practically called family when she was alive.... "It's not safe to be here"

[michael-michaelafton]

Something flickered across Michael’s expression when she seemed to recognize him, something between relief and grief.

He nodded his head as he slowly lowered his hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “It’s me.”

It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other, yet the sound of her familiar voice was enough to leave a heavy feeling in his chest. This really was her; she really had been stuck here all this time.

[stringed-daughter]

"I can try to protect you.... " She spoke softly as she sighed "mangle....bit Jeremy.... " Her spirit left the puppet as it clatterd to the floor "it was exactly like...." She can't bring herself

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael fights the urge to gather the puppet off of the floor, not quite comfortable with the way it crumbles to the floor. It looks so… broken. He doesn’t move though, still keeping some distance between the two of the until he’s certain that she’s not angry anymore. Once he’s sure, he takes a step forward.

“I know,” he tells her, “That… that’s why I’m here- because he can’t be.”

[stringed-daughter]

"is ...is...is he okay?" Charlotte's sounded concerned... And she clearly felt horrible as the spirit sits on the desk looking sad "....i can make the new ones not bother us"

[michael-michaelafton]

“He’s… alive,” Michael answered reluctantly. Honestly, he wasn’t all the certain of how Jeremy was doing. Last he’d heard he was alive still, but his condition wasn’t quite clear yet.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

[stringed-daughter]

"....it was your father who killed me... .. behind the dinner.....I...saw you pull that stupid prank.... and I think when Evan was in it's jaws....he saw me... But because of the bite....he can't put stuff together....which I'm grateful for"

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael sighed softly before nodding his head.

“I know it was, and I know I was stupid. I wish I could change things… but I can’t. All I can do now is try to make things right.”

[stringed-daughter]

Charlotte nodded looking around the office as she stared at the toys "i really don't like them .... it's just not..... Them " the spirit grabbed a dart on the desk and threw it and the poster

[michael-michaelafton]

“That’s fair,” Michael said softly, his eyes following the dart as Charlotte throws it through the air.*

“Nice shot,” He comments, his gaze shifting back to her.

[stringed-daughter]

"do you want to do anything?" The spirit smiled softly at the nightguard "I've missed hanging out with you...but being dead does that" she snorts

[michael-michaelafton]

“Sure,” Michael agreed easily, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against and closing a bit of the distance that he’d put between them now that Charlotte seemed to be in a better mood.

“What do you have in mind?”

Michael gave a soft laugh at her comment, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I bet.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’ve missed hanging out with you too.”

[stringed-daughter]

"the arcades still work ..." Charlie spoke excitedly grinning happily as her spirit zoomed around the office

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael can’t help but grin at the sight of Charlie’s excitement, amused by the change in mood.

“Alright,” He said, continuing to walk until he made it to the middle of the room.

“I’ve got some quarters. Hell, I could probably figure out how to get them to work for free if I messed with them enough.”

[stringed-daughter]

"you're welcome to try the building is practically shut down due to the bite..... At least one good thing came out of this.... " She's embarrassed that she'd set mangle on Jeremy

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael nodded, understanding what she’s saying. He felt bad for Jeremy, of course he did, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Come on,” he said after a few moments of quiet, “Let’s see if I can work on those machines.”

[stringed-daughter]

The Emily spirit led the way as she just floated into the arcade as the machines were covered in dust as they'd been left to squander

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael followed behind her, letting her take her pick of which machine she wanted to use. He approached one of the machines himself, pressing a few buttons to see if it’d come back to life or if he’d have to fix it.

[stringed-daughter]

For a split second a bloodied foxy mask flashed across the screen ... Before the game fully turned on showing dayshift at Freddy's

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched for a moment, not expecting that image. Had he imagined it or had it really been there? It wasn’t far from the imagined that haunted him still, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did imagine it. The thought of it actually being there was almost more upsetting than if it had been in his head.

“Well this one still works,” he told Charlotte, “… I think.”

[stringed-daughter]

"cool!" Charlie grinned excitedly " can you hotwire it?" She's genuinely curious if he could do it then the arcade room would become a kid's vegas

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael laughed softly in response, leaning around the machine to look at the wiring.

“Yeah, probably,” he gave a thoughtful hum. It wouldn’t be the first time he messed with the arcade machines to get free plays. He used to steal the keys to the coin box back when he was a teenager forced to hang out at Freddy’s for hours on end.

“I’m sure I could figure it out.”

[stringed-daughter]

"the keys for the arcades should be in parts and service" Charlotte's voice spoke before a sigh was heard "but.... thats were they are..."... Then her spirit floated back into the marionette.."I'm better off going to get the keys"

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael paused for a moment as if thinking over her suggestion. He hesitated, as if reluctant to send her back there where the other animatronics are.

“Are they… hostile to you too? Or is that just me?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

You summoned a Michael?

YESYESYEsYES!!

[michael-michaelafton]

“I heard you were looking for me?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

“Maybe..”

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Well, what can I do for you?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

"You can.. uh, um.." It was painfully clear Clover had no idea what he even was going to say. Way to go, loser!

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael’s grin only grew as Clover stumbled over his words, clearly amused by the way he can’t seem to gather or express his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He asked teasingly, knowing that he probably didn’t have a good answer- not yet at least.

[michael-michaelafton]

"let's see how you like it"

Both doors began to behave wrong.... And the cameras glitched..... The light flashed in the hallway showing nightmare fredbear...

@golden5th

Michael flinched, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening. This wasn’t good. He immediately tried to press the button for the doors, but the only thing they did in response was buzz idly. He pushed his chair back away from the door as far as he could, rolling it back towards the other wall.

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

You summoned a Michael?

YESYESYEsYES!!

[michael-michaelafton]

“I heard you were looking for me?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

“Maybe..”

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Well, what can I do for you?”

[clover-on-vhs-deactivated202603]

You summoned a Michael?

YESYESYEsYES!!

[michael-michaelafton]

“I heard you were looking for me?”

[michael-michaelafton]

The music box had....stopped...as the puppet walked through the junior's hall on its legs.....

@stringed-daughter

Get spooked !))

Michael had admittedly not paid as much attention to the music box tonight as he should have. He let it stop, not staying close enough to the back room where Charlotte was stuck to be certain that it was still playing. He was entirely unaware of the threat growing just down the hallway from him until he heard that distinctive clicking sound coming from across the building. The sound was enough to have the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

Rising from the chair in the security room he carefully crossed the room to shine the beam of his flashlight down the hallway. Even with the added light it was too dark to see all the way down it, yet that same sound was getting louder and louder.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. Stealing his nerves, he called out again.

“Charlotte?”

[stringed-daughter]

Soon enough Charlotte's spindly form came into view as the light flickered for a second revealing a bloodied girl with a green bracelet it was then back to normal as it lunged at him ....she was ..... clearly in a bad mood tonight

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched as she suddenly jumped at him, stepping out of the way just in time. He pressed his back against the wall as if to keep as much distance between them as possible.

Michael had dealt with the puppet before. He’d been filled in on the necessity of the music box, of how irritable the puppet could be, and recently, he put together the pieces to learn that it was Charlotte.

Michael had known Charlotte as a kid, when she was still alive. Their fathers had been business partners, and in turn, a lot of time was spent at the pizzeria together. Even if they weren’t exactly friends, Michael was familiar with Charlotte. He felt bad for her, for how she ended up stuck here. His sympathy ran deep, but he didn’t know how to help her. Hell, he didn’t know how to help any of the souls trapped here.

“Hey, hey, that’s not necessary,” he told her, raising his hands defensively.

[stringed-daughter]

The animatronic froze up it's eyes going green as they tilted its head alarmed at the voice...."Micheal?..." The puppet's spirit asked suprised to see someone Charlotte had practically called family when she was alive.... "It's not safe to be here"

[michael-michaelafton]

Something flickered across Michael’s expression when she seemed to recognize him, something between relief and grief.

He nodded his head as he slowly lowered his hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “It’s me.”

It had been a long time since they’d last seen each other, yet the sound of her familiar voice was enough to leave a heavy feeling in his chest. This really was her; she really had been stuck here all this time.

[stringed-daughter]

"I can try to protect you.... " She spoke softly as she sighed "mangle....bit Jeremy.... " Her spirit left the puppet as it clatterd to the floor "it was exactly like...." She can't bring herself

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael fights the urge to gather the puppet off of the floor, not quite comfortable with the way it crumbles to the floor. It looks so… broken. He doesn’t move though, still keeping some distance between the two of the until he’s certain that she’s not angry anymore. Once he’s sure, he takes a step forward.

“I know,” he tells her, “That… that’s why I’m here- because he can’t be.”

[stringed-daughter]

"is ...is...is he okay?" Charlotte's sounded concerned... And she clearly felt horrible as the spirit sits on the desk looking sad "....i can make the new ones not bother us"

[michael-michaelafton]

“He’s… alive,” Michael answered reluctantly. Honestly, he wasn’t all the certain of how Jeremy was doing. Last he’d heard he was alive still, but his condition wasn’t quite clear yet.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

[stringed-daughter]

"....it was your father who killed me... .. behind the dinner.....I...saw you pull that stupid prank.... and I think when Evan was in it's jaws....he saw me... But because of the bite....he can't put stuff together....which I'm grateful for"

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael sighed softly before nodding his head.

“I know it was, and I know I was stupid. I wish I could change things… but I can’t. All I can do now is try to make things right.”

[stringed-daughter]

Charlotte nodded looking around the office as she stared at the toys "i really don't like them .... it's just not..... Them " the spirit grabbed a dart on the desk and threw it and the poster

[michael-michaelafton]

“That’s fair,” Michael said softly, his eyes following the dart as Charlotte throws it through the air.*

“Nice shot,” He comments, his gaze shifting back to her.

[stringed-daughter]

"do you want to do anything?" The spirit smiled softly at the nightguard "I've missed hanging out with you...but being dead does that" she snorts

[michael-michaelafton]

“Sure,” Michael agreed easily, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against and closing a bit of the distance that he’d put between them now that Charlotte seemed to be in a better mood.

“What do you have in mind?”

Michael gave a soft laugh at her comment, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I bet.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’ve missed hanging out with you too.”

[stringed-daughter]

"the arcades still work ..." Charlie spoke excitedly grinning happily as her spirit zoomed around the office

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael can’t help but grin at the sight of Charlie’s excitement, amused by the change in mood.

“Alright,” He said, continuing to walk until he made it to the middle of the room.

“I’ve got some quarters. Hell, I could probably figure out how to get them to work for free if I messed with them enough.”

[stringed-daughter]

"you're welcome to try the building is practically shut down due to the bite..... At least one good thing came out of this.... " She's embarrassed that she'd set mangle on Jeremy

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael nodded, understanding what she’s saying. He felt bad for Jeremy, of course he did, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now.

“Come on,” he said after a few moments of quiet, “Let’s see if I can work on those machines.”

[stringed-daughter]

The Emily spirit led the way as she just floated into the arcade as the machines were covered in dust as they'd been left to squander

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael followed behind her, letting her take her pick of which machine she wanted to use. He approached one of the machines himself, pressing a few buttons to see if it’d come back to life or if he’d have to fix it.

[stringed-daughter]

For a split second a bloodied foxy mask flashed across the screen ... Before the game fully turned on showing dayshift at Freddy's

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael flinched for a moment, not expecting that image. Had he imagined it or had it really been there? It wasn’t far from the imagined that haunted him still, so he wouldn’t be surprised if he did imagine it. The thought of it actually being there was almost more upsetting than if it had been in his head.

“Well this one still works,” he told Charlotte, “… I think.”

[stringed-daughter]

"cool!" Charlie grinned excitedly " can you hotwire it?" She's genuinely curious if he could do it then the arcade room would become a kid's vegas

[michael-michaelafton]

Michael laughed softly in response, leaning around the machine to look at the wiring.

“Yeah, probably,” he gave a thoughtful hum. It wouldn’t be the first time he messed with the arcade machines to get free plays. He used to steal the keys to the coin box back when he was a teenager forced to hang out at Freddy’s for hours on end.

“I’m sure I could figure it out.”

[drawingwhiledead]

He realized immediately after asking that he didn’t give a shit which kid it was, better luck next year Michael.