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Michael yawned as the bright rays from the sun shone through his window, waking him to the brightness and birds chirping outside. Singing a sweet song as he laid back and stretched with a quiet sigh of relaxation, his bones cracking before he eased into his black sheets.
There was school today, but Michael always woke earlier than most to get ready and have a perfect day. Having the time to style his hair, pick out his clothes, and even eat breakfast with his family. A smile stretched onto his face, already thinking about his day, encouraged the brunette to sit up and get a head start.
Summer was quickly approaching as the days grew warmer and brighter, and birds returned after the long winter. Now some stood right on the edge of his window, persistent enough to keep Michael from dozing off once more.
Finishing his stretch, Michael sat up and grabbed a towel from the closet on the way out of his room.
There was no rush, taking time to shower, style his short curly mullet, wash his face, and change into his clothes for the day. Meanwhile, his Walkman played one of his favourite songs from where it sat on his wooden dresser, sitting amongst the other random nicknacks that scattered around.
One item was an older foxy mask that he had made with his siblings on a rainy day while stuck inside. The poor thing needed a touch-up as it was once made from flimsy cardboard and markers from wherever it was founded. It served its purpose for a ten-year-old, but after seven years it was unusable without breaking.
He fondly reached a hand out to touch it, cradling the edges with a smile of nostalgia. Michael could remember the twins and just how bummed out they were about being stuck inside on a Saturday. Only then cheered up when he suggested that the three of them make masks.
Elizabeth and Evan had their own cute masks, much too small for their faces now as they were only three, turning four, by that point.
Elizabeth had made a mask of Spring Bonnie. Meanwhile, Evan made one of Fredbear. The two would wear it religiously until it decayed after overuse, especially after they had both worn their masks out during a storm.
Michael fondly shook his head as he chuckled at the memory, setting down the mask and shutting off his bedroom lights before leaving.