The pirate fox is named "Foxy," the fuck do you want from me?
[ don't actually answer that. he's just trying to keep the traditional Fazbear naming conventions alive here.
the file folder is more than deserving of such a horrified expression. the contents therein are the entirety of thirty plus years of Michael's personal investigations into the Afton family and the Fazbear Inc. franchise. it's stuffed full of newspaper cutouts from the 1980's (much like the family photos, every picture featuring a certain someone also has his head torn off, whether it's newspaper articles or other photos relevant to what notes they're pinned to,) all the excitement of the brand's initial outings. and all the controversy, the mystery, and the deaths. oh, so many deaths. coverage and cutouts of poor Elizabeth's accident, little Evan's tragic final birthday party, the infamous "Bite of '87" incident, the missing children. various old and tattered blueprints, some of animatronics, some of other devices (Gen can probably put two and two together with that one.) there are many scribbled notes in various deranged styles, some of which definitely isn't Mike's handwriting, detailing someone's personal descent into utter madness with bizarre theories and justifications for horrid acts, claims of discovering immortality and necessary sacrifice. disgusting stuff.
scattered about are also random sketches and doodles, which definitely are Mike's. you know, to lighten the mood.
bringing it right back down are Michael's own deranged ramblings in between all the zombie detective work, deluded rants about ghosts and lost souls, a fully detailed account of the state of his body and what he's managed to piece together about how he functions, his suspicions of being cursed mixed in with notes of "experiment??" here and there. pages are splattered and stained with what looks like dark ink or oils. it's not a fun read and Mike's half expecting her to push it away, despite Helpy very happily pointing at pictures and red pen markings of "IT'S ME" and the much newer blueprints/design notes of the Rockstar animatronics on Mike's stage like it's a picture book for toddlers. oddly enough, anything about Helpy's design or programming code seems to be entirely absent. ]
infodump sorry
[ don't actually answer that. he's just trying to keep the traditional Fazbear naming conventions alive here.
the file folder is more than deserving of such a horrified expression. the contents therein are the entirety of thirty plus years of Michael's personal investigations into the Afton family and the Fazbear Inc. franchise. it's stuffed full of newspaper cutouts from the 1980's (much like the family photos, every picture featuring a certain someone also has his head torn off, whether it's newspaper articles or other photos relevant to what notes they're pinned to,) all the excitement of the brand's initial outings. and all the controversy, the mystery, and the deaths. oh, so many deaths. coverage and cutouts of poor Elizabeth's accident, little Evan's tragic final birthday party, the infamous "Bite of '87" incident, the missing children. various old and tattered blueprints, some of animatronics, some of other devices (Gen can probably put two and two together with that one.) there are many scribbled notes in various deranged styles, some of which definitely isn't Mike's handwriting, detailing someone's personal descent into utter madness with bizarre theories and justifications for horrid acts, claims of discovering immortality and necessary sacrifice. disgusting stuff.
scattered about are also random sketches and doodles, which definitely are Mike's. you know, to lighten the mood.
bringing it right back down are Michael's own deranged ramblings in between all the zombie detective work, deluded rants about ghosts and lost souls, a fully detailed account of the state of his body and what he's managed to piece together about how he functions, his suspicions of being cursed mixed in with notes of "experiment??" here and there. pages are splattered and stained with what looks like dark ink or oils. it's not a fun read and Mike's half expecting her to push it away, despite Helpy very happily pointing at pictures and red pen markings of "IT'S ME" and the much newer blueprints/design notes of the Rockstar animatronics on Mike's stage like it's a picture book for toddlers. oddly enough, anything about Helpy's design or programming code seems to be entirely absent. ]
Do you believe in ghosts?