#phantomphonelines

[immortalafton]

"Oh dear god, you're still here." -Michael @ whoever u want

“....That isn’t very nice, Michael. I came here to see you.”

[immortalafton]

The sound of people shuffling around and talking outside of the saferoom easily cut through the silence of the building. The sound of people struggling with the boards that kept the room sealed off followed, then piercing light when the moldy boards were pulled off of the walls. A "Holy shit!" Coming from the person- Chris- who skidded over to a slouched over Springtrap's side. He didn't seem to mind the stale, rotten air. "Holy shit- okay- this is- guys, this is a real animatronic, oh my god-!"

He was starting to wake up. He had been out for so long, thirty years. He didn’t even know how much time had passed himself, but that’s how long it had been. Once in awhile he would regain consciousness and scratch at the walls and scream. He would hear voice of his victims, he would suffer - but then he would hibernate again and all would be still.

Until that one day, they found him. He listened to the voices around him as he began to stir, though keeping himself still. He would not move yet, he had to figure out his situation first. 

[immortalafton]

"Oh, um! Hello, mr. Afton! A pleasure to meet you- I'm Lawrence-! Lawrence Scott- I'm the manager here at Freddy's. But I'm sure you and mr. Emily will be taking that position soon? After what, ehm..happened. At Fredbear's." (-Lawrence aka nervous phone man, manager of the OG Freddy's)

“Ah, yes. Hello. Thank you for looking after this location for us. Yeah, unfortunately we had to move here because of all that....” William looked away for a moment, even he was saddened, since it was his son that got bitten. Of course there were some missing children too, but...