The sweltering heat slowly built up in the ventilation system, burning Micheals palms as he pawed around for an escape. The vents seemed to buckle from the heat, echoing loudly through the narrow passages and to his ears to create a pounding headache behind his eyes. The noise had practically tuned out the rest of the recording, not like it was truly being listened to out of the sheer panic. His chair was overturned and the wheels where still spinning as Micheal half flung himself into the metal passage. He could feel the metal further scarring his hands, panting throughout the heat and smoke. He could feel his lungs seeming to close up on him and he fought back a truly fearful sob.

He didn't want to die like this, not like this. Not like how he got trapped at Fazbear's Fright when the desk collapsed on his legs; the equipment following and efficiently pinning him; forcing him to watch Freddy's limp suit burn to ashes. Ash's he tried not to breath but did anyways from his hyperventilative panic. Forced to listen as Spring trap approached the office as he slowly blacked out.

Spring trap. His father. He was here. Micheal would rather die by his hands then burn. He would rather die like those poor innocent children then wait for death's door to approach. He could feel his arms wanting to give out from the heat. He tried to yell, or scream, or something. It didn't work at first. After a long but shallow and painful breath, he tried again. It came out as a scream at first but it was eventually forced into words.

"AFTON! WILLIAM-!" He half screamed, letting the vents carry his voice. He dragged himself into the next room and practically fell to the floor at Lefty's feet. He felt a plastic paw try to swipe him up but he scrambled back.

"NO!- no no no you can't kill me! I can't- he has to kill me!" He shouted, his voice shaking from near insanity. Lefty looked.... Puzzled, borderline concerned as Micheal tried to fight away. Lefty grabbed his arms, forcing them behind his back so Micheal couldn't escape or fight back. Lefty's voice was quiet but surprisingly clear
"Why are you here? Go back to the office-"

"NO! I can't die by fire! Unhand me! Let me go!" Micheal cried, cutting Lefty off. Fear seemed to have completely taken over.

"YOU CANT KILL ME, ONLY HE CAN KILL ME! LET ME GO!", he paused, taking a shallow breath, "WILLIAM!..... Dad?"

Lefty shifted to put a paw over Micheals mouth as he let out a terrorfied scream as Baby clawed her way into the room. She seemed shaken by the amount of fuss Micheal was making. The two seemed to "talk", not in a way Micheal could understand. It seemed rushed and panicked, Lefty shifting foot to foot. Micheals breathing progressively got shallower, shaking his body with each breath. He could hear voices as his body was being through the vent he came into as his vision faded. Micheal protested weakily as the world slipped away from him.