Michael's P.O.V

I walked out the door after Y/N, watching and listening carefully for even the slightest movement or noise. I turned around and looked back at the stage, only to see Freddy glaring at me. His eyes were narrowed and he was making weird creaking sounds. Great. Another animatronic who confused me for my father. We look very similar, but we're so different that we are polar opposites. I actually care about life, while my father...he didn't. I heard a loud "BANG" and was flashed back to one of my earliest memories.

It was a dark night. I was in my crib, pretending to be asleep. I was waiting for my dad to return from wherever he was, so he could give me a good night hug. My father arrived after 5 minutes of waiting patiently with my eyes partially open. He walked in, but something was...different. His clothes were splattered with red. Dad walked over to my crib and picked me up to hug me. I struggled, smelling the metallic scent of what I now know was blood. I knew instantly, with that one hug as a baby, that my father was NOT to be trusted. I was flashed forward to when I was 17. I was helping my father take out the trash at Freddy's. Suddenly, one of the bags ripped. I bent down to catch any of the trash that fell out, but a child's arm was peeking out of the bag. I shouted and dropped the trash bag, hearing the thud of the kid's body as it hit the ground. I felt my father grab my shoulder, and I screamed, trying in vain to get out of my father's steely grip.

"Michael? Michael!"

I woke up to see Y/N holding my shoulder, her face filled with worry. I stood up, shaking her off. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, her worried expression catching me off-guard. No. It wasn't that. It was the red fox behind her, hook poised to stab! I shoved Y/N out of the way as the hook swung down, plunging into my stomach. I fell to the ground, my vision fading. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was Y/N's scream of terror.

Your P.O.V

You scream as Foxy stabs Michael in the stomach with his hook. You ran over to him, but he wasn't moving. Or breathing. You start to cry, collapsing to the ground. Why was this happening on your first day?! You hear the 6 am bells ring, but you feel like you've died. Michael. Dead. Was this really happening. You look up and see that the pool of blood has reached your shoes. Yep. This was happening. You stand up to leave, but out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar figure. Michael. You look at Michael's body, dead on the ground. Who was that person then? You decide not to worry about it and leave. 

Tomorrow is another day.

Foxy's P.O.V

I stare at the man's body on the ground. I was certain that was William. But he had saved the girl's life. Perhaps that wasn't him. But who else could it be? I then heard the 6 am bells. Damn. I returned to Pirate's Cove, frowning. Who was the person I killed. No. It doesn't matter. I killed other nightguards before him. Why was this one lingering in my mind. I stared at the body then my robotic jaw dropped as he stood up, brushed off his pants, and walked away! Who was he?! I couldn't follow him now though. It was past 6 am. I watched as the man returned with a mop and a bucket and started mopping up the blood. How weird. Once he was done, the man simply walked out the door, still wearing his blood-soaked clothes. I decided to follow him the next night. I will find out who that man is.