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Springtrap and the Ink Demon was growling with each other. But was stopped immediately then they were blinded by Norman's projector lights.
Springtrap and the Ink Demon: STOP WITH THAT INFERNAL LIGHT!!!
Michael: Then you want me to tase you two to shut up already? And if you guys really can't stand being in one room then WHY the bloody hell stay in one?! The place is already fucking big that even Mr. Drew could limp around the vents and halls. And really Dad? It's already bad enough that I had to clean up after you, but to clean up after TWO grown men? JUST SUCK IT UP OR ELSE I'LL BURN THIS PLACE WITH YOU TWO DUNDERHEADS IN HERE! And I don't care if Henry would do a lobotomy on me. Because I rather forget that I had to put up with you two idiots!
Springtrap: Listen here young man I am you father so you better show me some respect.
Michael: Oh, I will show you respect WHEN.YOUR. REALLY. DEAD. And since we're at it, wanna let the ghost kids have some fun?
And with that Michael pulled out his taser and let it spark in warning at the cowering men. As the ghost children appeared and glared threateningly at the two. Soon after both Springtrap and the Ink Demon went in separate ways.
Micheal: Idiots...Hey Mr. Polk is it alright for you to dim that light of yours? I may be dead, and all, but I want that ' I can see the light' shit to remain as a figure of speech and not literally blinding me. Thank you.
Norman shook his head
Micheal: So you can't turn that thing off?
A nod.
Michael: Great....Yah know, you could have been very useful when I was fending off those animatronics back at FNAF 1 and 2.
A shrug
Michael: You worked at an animation studio, right?
A nod
Michael: Got anything in that projector of yours that could pass the time? Trust me, the graveyard shift is a total bore. Will aside from the killer animatronics trying to kill you.
Norman signaled a thumbs up and projected a cartoon episode on a wall.
Michael: It's been a while that I had to sit and watch a cartoon. Hey kids wanna stay with Mr. Polk while I get some pop corn?
The ghost kids nodded and float towards the projectionist. All of them seat around the ink monster as their hollow eyes staring up at the scene of the cartoons. With wide smiles replacing the usual blank expressions. Michael got up and grabbed a torch and made his way out from the safe room. Only to be stopped by two ghost kids. One was a girl with a bow and the other was a boy with a golden Freddy mask.
Michael: What's wrong guys? Go with the other kids I'm just gonna get a snack for myself.
The ghost girl ran towards the young adult and entwine her translucent hands on his hands. She looked up with black hollow eyes and smiled.
Michael: Your as spoiled as ever, Elizabeth. How about you Gabrielle?
The boy with the mask merely flinched and starts to fidget. Showing signs for the ghost to cry.
Michael: Great, even in death your still a crybaby—OWW. Lizzy, that's cold!
Michael stared down at his dead sister you was glaring up at him. Clenching her hand at his older brother.
Michael: Ok, ok, I'll be good! Geez! You manipulative prick.
Michael knelt before the crying child and hesitantly pulled away the mask. Showing that the ghost is already in tears.
Michael: Stop that you big baby.
The ghost cried even harder while Michael sighed.
Michael: Come on Gabe, stop it...please...please, stop crying. Alright? There's no more monsters gonna jump at yah. Will, aside with our old man, but he has to go through me first.
The ghost stared at him intently, but was still frowning.
Michael: You heard me right. No more nightmares and no more jumpscares. And no more being alone. You've got me and Elizabeth. Even if she's a little screwy at times.
The ghost girl huffed indignantly while the other ghost giggled.
Michael: Oh, suck it up princess.
And with that Elizabeth let out a haunting groan and glaring at Michael.
Michael: Now your just being creepy.
Michael ignored the eerie glare of his sister and stared back at the ghost of his brother who was anxiously fidgeting. Again.
Michael: Look, Gabe, I-I know that it's too late and all but—I'm r-really sorry for what I did back then. It was completely uncalled for and I was a really HUGE jerk to you too. For what it's worth I'm really, really, sorry. I'm sorry that I kept on scaring you, I'm sorry that I've get you killed, and I'm really sorry for letting you and Lizzy to be trapped and alone in those horrid places. And yes Lizzy, I really don't know what you guys had been through. Especially, when I tase you and your friends. But I want you two to understand that I'm here and I won't be abandoning either of you—not now, not ever. And I would do anything to set you guys free even if I had to get myself get killed all over again. I don't want to see our family to be torn any further by insanity. So I am really sorry...but I understand that you guys won't forgive me.
During his speech Michael's eyes began to glisten and kept his head down. Hiding his own sobs from his dead siblings. Both Elizabeth and Gabrielle stared at each other before running over to their crying brother. They enveloped Micheal into a ghostly version of a 'group hug'. All the while both of the dead kids where giving off a haunting giggles and sobs as well. Michael smiled and returned the embrace. But found the act difficult since the two were like air. So he merely let out his arms into an open embrace. Giving the illusion that he really was embracing the souls of his siblings.
Micheal: Come on, you little imps, we've got a show to get back to and I need my popcorn for it.
The siblings broke free and giving room for Michael to stand up.
Michael: Wanna come with me and make it? I made sure that the kitchen supplies are fully stocked.
The younger ones frowned.
Michael: Guys I'm not gonna lead you somewhere and back stab yah. That's Dad's shit. And I 'am not like Dad. Yeah sure I'm Purple but not a crazy murderer—I'm staring at you Lizzy.
Elizabeth merely shrugged. Yeah, she did scooped her brother and turned him into a non-brain eating zombie. And it was the Circus Baby's program that made her go coco in the head anyway.
Micheal: Besides, I need to finish those stupid exotic butters you freaking gave me. And fyi, not cool Lizzy.
Elizabeth merely let out a haunting laughter while Gabrielle stared at his siblings back and forth.
Micheal: Don't ask, Gabe, don't you dare ask.
Gabrielle nodded causing Elizabeth to double her haunting laughter.
Michael: Yes, you have the makings of a mastermind. Anyway, you guys wanna stay with Mr. Polk and the other kids or explore this place?
Elizabeth smiled and grabbed her brother's hand.
Michael: How about you Gabe? It's alright if you stay with the others. I'm not forcing you.
Gabrielle stared at Micheal before timidly grabbed Micheal's other hand.
Michael: You sure? I'm really not forcing you to. You could stay and watch those old cartoons.
Gabrielle shook his head and this time he wasn't crying—instead give a happy smile directed to his brother.
Michael: Will then stay close. I'm not sure that I should be telling this to ghosts, but I don't want both of you to get LOST out here.
Elizabeth glared icily while Gabrielle frowned in displeasure to the young adult.
Michael: What? We're all dead in here, will technically I'm a bit of a zombie, but come on! Pfft, give me a REST! Eh-eh?
Both of the ghost kids let out a haunting moan of displeasure as they walked through the halls—nonetheless they were still smiling.