Consciousness seemed to linger just out of reach for Micheal for a long time, pushed back further as something kept him in his sleep. Occasionally, he could make out voices, vaguely familiar voices belonging to the ones who would haunt his dreams. Even rarer, he could feel others touching him, cutting into him, but without pain. But all of these were just fleeting senses, nothings could truly react to.

When he finally came to, he could feel soft sheets under him as he stirred. His eyes fluttered open to be blinded by light, causing a soft squeak to escape him and catch the attention of another. Micheal squints at the light as his eyes adjust, allowing him to look around. The cot he laid in seemed to be at the edge of a warehouse made into a makeshift house. He could see figures in the distance pacing what seemed like a kitchen. Micheal jumps when he feels new weight on his bed. He glances over to see Lefty sitting there... calmly. Micheal tenses visibly hearing faint clicks in his back,  but the fact one of the animatronics who tried to kill him was sitting at the end of bed was a much more pressing matter. Lefty's head tilts, their eyes scanning him over for a moment.

"Micheal.... you're awake. How do you feel?" Lefty stated, their voice calm and surprisingly.... human? Micheal stuttered and stumbled over his words for a moment and Lefty laughs softly, managing to pull of a small smile.
"I-i- where am I? What happened? H-how-" Micheal rambled, firing off every question under the sun he could think of. This must of caught the others attention , for Baby and... Micheal racked his brain for the name that went to the elder mans face. Whoever it was and Baby had wandered over, pausing Micheals questionnaire for the moment. Micheal still mentally fought for an answer as to who the man was.

"Micheal Afton, I haven't personally spoken to you since you where little. With all you've been through, I wouldn't blame you for not remembering. I'm Henry (no last name given), co-owner of Freddy Fazbears and-"

"My godfather..." Micheal cut in, his memory coming back. Spending the night over at his house with his siblings and Henry's daughters... or daughter, after the little ones funeral. And the several funerals after, his memory gets foggy. He didn't want to think of then.

"So you do remember...." Henry wavers and looks down. "I regret to tell you that everything you went through... to clean up after your father... may of not been what it seemed."