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Henry got up from his seat, kissing his wife on the cheek. She giggled, while Marionette groaned at the affection. He smiled at the animatronic.
As he stood up, cheers rung around him. Henry laughed. It’s been so long since the Pizzaria burned down. Once he learned that it failed to free the souls, he started coming up with a plan to get back at William. One that would stop him once and for all.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with it.
Getting up, he started getting read for the crowds to quiet down to make his speech.
Michael couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. That was normal right?
Smoke came out of him as he coughed. Fire consumed everything around him, making little pains everytime a flame would snake its way to Michael.
Elizabeth was coughing as well as an animatronic could. Father was as well.
Good. That son of a bitch deserved it.
Pain surrounded him as he realized that this was it.
He was going to die. He is dying.
Henry tapped the microphone, “Hello. My name is Henry Emily and I’m the proud owner of this new establishment.”
“Father!” Elizabeth cried out, reaching out to the destroyed bunny.
“Let him go!” Charlotte told her, holding her back, “He killed you!”
“He couldn’t! He would never!”
Michael didn’t hear the rest of it as he barreled over and fell down.
“To all who come to this happy place, welcome.”
Michael woke up. He looked at his hand. It was his. Not purple. Not covered in wires. His.
He looked around for some kind of mirror.
A women was staring at him, but didn’t interfere. She was smiling. Why? Michael thought.
He finally found a mirror and what he saw scared him.
“Fazworld is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past…and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future.”
A face that wasn’t his own greeted him. Bear ears sat on his head, with blue markings lining his eyes and jaw. Brown eyes instead of the usual blue were his. He was built bigger than he was used to. Michael wasn’t tall. He wasn’t big. He was short and skinny.
This guy was big and tall.
He started hyperventilating, feeling as if the walls were closing in. He wanted to hide, he wanted to die. He-
“Hey,” he was assured, “It's okay. You’re safe.”
He looked up at the women. She was staring at him with kind eyes, ones that would make everything okay again.
“Fazworld is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams and the hard facts that have created America.”
“I’m Vanessa, or Ness. I understand that you were murdered by William Afton and you are probably confused follow me and everything will be fine.”
“With the hope that it will be a source of joy and inspiration to all the world.”
“Okay,” Michael said, getting up, “Tell me where I am.”
Vanessa smiled, “Welcome to Fazworld, Glamrock Freddy.”
“And, now, without a further ado, Fazworld is officially opened!”