Remember: everything Michael Afton says is made up.

*It was your second week working at fazbear frigths, and your colleague Michael had called your attention to his reclusive and impartial way of being, he was smoking behind the foundation, his body was deteriorated, but he did not emanate any kind of dead smell , that was strange, but it didn't leave you prejudiced towards the boy, so, you decided to join him at your side, he looked at you, a little confused as to why you had approached him at that moment.* "I can help you?" *he questioned you, a little surprised but continuing with his expression of indifference towards you.*