THE STORY: At somewhat 8 in the evening, Foxy decided to go for a walk. Mike was heading for the night shift and grabbed an apple from a tree. Foxy came up to him and asked him what he was eating. Mike said the first thing in his head: "A apple." Foxy had to drag him to the pizzeria. Golden Freddy met up with him and just pointed backstage. He entered the backstage and he met his DOOM. (Dramatic sound, please.) The others were waiting for Foxy backstage. They talked about what they should do to Mike. And the best choice was from Freddy. The Freddy suit. (You know, on the FNAF 1, 1st night phone call.) It took half an hour but soon Mike was DED. R.I.P. Mike. NOBODY CARES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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