I Decided To Make A Meme For A Fnaf Au I Made

I decided to make a meme for a fnaf au I made

A meme that no one else but me and my friend understand

Transparent head (sorry about messy coloring) :

Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

I swear if this is becomes my autistism™️ movie

Got bored as shit, it’s Fan fiction time.

Because why the fuck not  for I am cringe, but am free 

(Not sure if I should put a content warning here because I don’t think there really is any)

Please let me know if there are any tags that you think I should add.

I may make a continuation of this (once I come up with a title that is)

Thank you and enjoy.

Michael would have preferred to clock in later, but as he patted down his pockets, there was nothing resembling the keys that he would need to come in past closing. He walked through the building, trying to find a secluded place to stay till his shift truly started. The carpet squished beneath his feet as he walked to a dark corner hidden out of view. He pulled up a chair and sat down, for he knew he would be because there for quite a while. There wasn’t much to do but wait. Michael’s rotten plum fingers taped impatiently against his blue jeans. Every second was an accident waiting to happen. As proven in recent years, at Freddy’s they were far too common. Tic…tic…tic… the small hand on his watch had made its way around the bend a few times now. Tic…tic…tic…, it was like a beating heart. He remembered what it was like to have one of those. With each tic, he felt as if his own heart would start back up. He was hollow both literally and figuratively. He was alone, both in this corner and in life; well, death. He looked up, watching people pass by, oblivious to his presence.

Tic…tic…tic… a constant reminder of the seconds passing by. Inescapable, but he needed to escape. Just for a little while. Breathing in, he began looking for his logbook. It wasn’t the best escape, but at least it was one. He searched through his bag and found it. Taking a small pen from his pocket, he flipped to a random page in the book. At the top, it read, “Feeling down? Don’t! List 10 reasons why applying to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza seemed like a good idea at the time.”

The question sat in his mind for a while. Obviously he couldn’t write, looking for his father, due to his…reputation. “Employees get free pizza.” He wrote in red on the first of the ten lines. Yet again, his fingers begin tapping along the cover of the book. Soon enough, the ticking stopped and time felt non-existent. Michael wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there for, before he heard someone yell. “Employee!” His eyes scanned the room quickly yet there was not a single manager in sight. Then the voice spoke again. “Employee, Where did you even get that?” it was coming from the next room over. “Those are supposed to stay in the back!“ Michael quickly sat up from his chair and speed-walked to the doorway so as to not seem suspicious. Well, to seem less suspicious. “Put that back where you found it before I terminate you.” Peeking around the corner, he saw it. Someone had found Spring Bonnie and put him on. He had definitely seen better days. The suit wasn’t falling apart per se, but it was obvious that it hadn’t been worn in years. Michael stood there bewildered. Had he finally found William? Had he just needed to come in earlier for him and his father’s paths to cross? These questions ran through Michael’s brain. Soon enough, whoever was wearing the suit began to walk off. Quickly, Michael followed not too far behind. Once the pair of them arrived at the backroom’s door, the employee wearing the Bonnie suit took a key and angrily jammed it into the keyhole. Had his plans gotten interrupted by the manager? If so, what were his plans? To use the suit to lure and kill more children? Most likely, Mike thought. The man grumbled something about yesterday under his breath. Yesterday? What happened yesterday? The employee finally busted the door open. They sighed as they walked in. Mike stopped the door while it swung. He snuck in behind the employee. The wide room was dimly lit by a barely functioning light. It looked as if it could come crashing down at any moment. The room was filled with silence aside from the monotone buzz coming from the light. Michael stood stiff like a board in the middle of the room. He took a deep breath. Father? Is that you? He so desperately wanted to speak. Yet it felt like he was being choked from the inside out. “F-fath-“ Michael paused as the man took his arm out of the suit. He wasn’t William. He wasn’t him at all. Mike wasn’t quite sure what to do. Should he just leave? Before his mind could continue on this thought process, the man had gotten both the arms of the suit off. As quickly as the last thoughts ended, new ones began. If he wasn’t William, then who was he? How did he know about the suits in the back? His brain was buzzing like a beehive as the man took the head off. The man looked just as dead as Michael himself. He had barely any hair left on his head. Just a light fuzz. His sunken eyes didn’t have the same target shaped pupils. The man looked towards Michael with recognition, as if looking at a friend. But his expression changed to one of confusion. The orange man finally spoke.

“…Dave?”

New superhero: Crime Man.

He stops crimes exclusively by comitting crimes. He out-crimes the criminals.

Gonna use this as reference for an OC now, Thank you

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