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I had an idea to write a story where Michael Afton snaps and decides that he's going to replace Mike Schmidt with himself so that Michael can live the life he feels he deserves. It started off not being cannon, and I was going to end it at the part where Michael knocked out Mike, but I decided to continue it for another few chapters, focusing on real Mike, who Michael is keeping in his little brother's old room, and the story became cannon to the AU.

This drawing is of chapter 1, where Michael attacks Mike and tells him that he's going to replace him.

When I was drawing this (it's been done for over a month) I was practicing drawing small, so I decided to make the small drawings that I'm going to do for my longer stories on a quarter of an A4 sheet of paper. I was initially going to draw a scene from chapter 2 (Mike in a suitcase), or an implied scene between chapters 1 and 2 (Mike being put in a suitcase), but I opted for the chapter 1 scene where Mike trips over.

Also the pale corpse hands in the foreground belong to Michael Afton.

The story takes place in April at the start, and ends in about May. It's implied that in Hurricane, the events of TTO occur during chapter 3. My AU has all the games being cannon, and also has the novels being cannon at the same time thanks to multiple locations, and on an unrelated to the story note: Henry faked his death, but that was already said when I showed you guys my AU design for him, but that's getting off track. Although, maybe Henry being a huge faker was what make Michael snap and want to become someone else, so, keep that in mind. The games and novels take place in the same timeline in this AU.

So this chapter and drawing kind of takes place in April 1997.

Here's chapter 1:
=°•.🌹.•°=

"Hi, Michael!" Mike Schmidt smiled and greeted his colleague - who had recently been transferred from an undisclosed location to this one - as he clocked in for the night shift, "I guess we're going to be on the night shift together! Krasnyy called in sick, so I was planning on taking the shift alone, but thanks for covering for him with me!"

Michael didn't exactly respond. He just looked Mike's way and nodded.

Mike smiled back, figuring that Michael just didn't want to talk. He didn't question it.

As they headed to the office, Mike didn't try and strike up a conversation. Michael looked like he had a rough day, and Mike didn't want to accidentally make it worse. Once in the office, Mike begun to set up the equipment. He noticed that Michael hadn't done anything, but he just assumed that the man hadn't worked a night shift at this location before, so didn't know about having to set up the equipment that would have been set up beforehand at any other location.

"This location's a bit weird, but you get used to it," Mike shrugged as he picked up the tablet and walked towards the east door," I'll take this door and the cameras, you take the other door. I'll tell you if you need to close it, ok?"

Michael simply nodded, and placed his hands over the west door panel.

The night started off smoothly, or at least as smooth as a night five could go. Mike let the phone call play - much to Michael's distaste. Mike knew that Krasnyy was ok as the message had been recorded years ago, and the events around the calls had long since been resolved, so he didn't mind the pre-recorded message. Mike wasn't even aware that the approximate version - from Krasnyy's perspective - of calling for help whilst your friend reads an extract of a random book they found but backwards and somehow louder than the person calling for help had a pre-recorded variant until Krasnyy had told him after it played again when Mike returned to his night guard position all the way back in about December '93. It was odd, but Mike never had the time to mute the call anyway.

When Bonnie had been spotted in the hall corner and then vanished, Mike told Michael to check the lights and close the door if Bonnie was there. If the cove was empty, Mike told Michael to just close the door. Mike also told Michael when it was safe to open the door.

Meanwhile, Mike dealt with the east door silently by himself, not wanting to accidentally anger or upset Michael with any unnecessary talking. In all honesty, Mike preferred working alone or with someone who could deal with a door without any input from the cameras, but he didn't mention it.

Everything seemed fine, but Mike heard the west door close, and he was curious as to whether he had missed Bonnie or Foxy do something that required the door to be closed. A quick check of the cameras showed that there was no reason for Michael to have shut the door, as Foxy was nowhere near out of the cove, and Bonnie was practically on the other side of the restaurant.

Mike grew even more confused when Michael begun to walk towards him.

"Bonnie's in parts and services, and Foxy's completely inside the cove. Why did you shut the door?" Mike was concerned, and looked at Michael, expecting some kind of answer.

But Michael didn't answer as he lunged at Mike.

Mike practically dived out of the way, and stumbled into the centre of the office.

Upon missing, Michael closed the east door, and turned around. With robotic movements, Michael begun to slowly walk towards Mike again.

"Michael? What are you doing?" Mike was worried for his own safety, not because of the animatronics outside that were wandering the restaurant, but because of the other man in the office with him: the man who was slowly lumbering towards him like a zombie.

When Michael neither stoped or responded, Mike begun to inch backwards, but as he moved backwards, he tripped and fell into the office chair. Michael didn't laugh, and he certainly didn't stop, and when Michael got close enough, he grabbed Mike by the shoulders, and pushed him so that the chair - and subsequently Mike - was up against the wall with no way to inch backward any further.

"Michael, please cut it out! You're scaring me!"

Michael didn't respond to Mike's plea, and he finally looked Mike in the eyes.

"Why couldn't I have been you."

This was the first thing that Michael had said all night, and it make Mike's blood run cold.

Michael's face begun to warp, like there was something writhing underneath it. Something that was trying to get out. Almost as if there were a bunch of snakes desperately trying to escape from under Michael's skin.

"Why couldn't I have been you."

Michael said again, bringing his face closer and closer to Mike's face, the stitches on Michael's face bursting open to reveal a robotic skeleton underneath. The tendrils that weren't a part of the pack that burst out as the stitching popped found thier way out of Michael's face soon enough, and it wasn't long before Michael's head looked more like something out of a survival horror third person shooter game than a human face anymore.

Mike heard a sickly tearing noise, and more robotic tendrils emerged from Michael's flesh and shot out towards Mike, pinning him to the chair. He felt something shove his arms behind the back of the chair, and something metal click around his wrists, but he was too terrified to look: his eyes had been fixed on what used to be Michael's face.

The sunk back purple glass eyes were the only things that seemed to be in thier right place, but they looked almost moist and real as they stared down at Mike. The tendrils on Michael's face seemed to have a life of their own, but they seemed to all be focused on the same thing that Michael was: the terrified guard who bore a similar name.

"What do you mean?" Mike was almost too scared to speak but he managed to push out a few words.

When Michael opened his mouth to reply, Mike almost threw up at the stench of rotting flesh and motor oil. It was objectively worse than the smell of the animatronics.

"What do I mean?" Michael started to growl, seemingly seething with rage, "Why couldn't I have had a kind family. Why couldn't I have had a nice life. I don't care that my father owned a robotics company: no amount of luxury came from that bastard. Why couldn't I have had a decent father, and a present and loving mother. Why did I have to be stuck with a one track minded three faced monster. Why did I have to see myself get gutted and made into a meat suit for a robot made of other robots. Why did I have to watch everyone I know fall one by one to my own father's hand."

As Michael yelled, the tendrils of the robot inside the walking corpse of a man proceed to creep further and further out, and now digging into Mike's skin. Mike wanted to back away, but there was nowhere to go: he was stuck between the robotic corpse man and the wall.

Michael saw Mike's discomfort and pain, and continued talking, "If I wanted to put what's left of enard inside of you," One of the tendrils that had come from Michael's arm stretched out made a gesture going from the centre of Mike's neck, and then moving in a swift downwards motion, grazing the skin as it went, "I'd have cut you open and done so by now. I don't want you to be me. I just want to be you."

Michael took a disk looking object out of his pocket and showed it to Mike.

"Even though I look like this now, this disk will make me look normal. It took a while, but I finally got it to make me look exactly like you," the robotic tendrils in Michael's face retreated to back under the man's skin, so Michael looked vaugely as he did at the begining of the night, "now watch."

With that, Michael switched the disk on, and Mike felt like he wanted to throw up. A high pitched noise that Mike could only just hear made his head hurt, but what was worse was that Michael's face slowly warped to resemble his own.

Michael's features shifted, parts of his skin looked like it had gone invisible, and it's hue changed from its natural corpse-like hue to Mike's own pale complexion. Soon enough, Mike felt like he was looking into a mirror.

"I look just like you, don't I? And becoming you will be easy!" Michael begun to speak in a way that mimicked Mike's voice and tone, but not quite perfectly.

Mike only realised how much he had been crying when he tried to speak. His voice was quiet and shaky, but he managed to push out a weak "Why me?"

"Ugh, didn't I explain this already?" Michael seemed to by trying to mimic Mike still, but his attitude still didn't match, "I don't need to change much to become you! I can respond to Mike. My skin used to be your colour, and my hair was darker than this, but it's not too far off. You were the easiest, and you have what I want. And once I've replaced you, nobody will notice."

Mike was terrified. He hoped that his friends wouldn't be fooled, but Mike felt like he hadn't seen everything that the disk could do. And if Michael was going to replace him, "what's going to happen to me?" Mike asked, only just being able to get the words out.

"You know, I was going to kill you, but I don't know enough about you to impersonate you perfectly, so sadly I'll have to keep you around." Michael's voice and whole demeanor was getting closer to Mike's. Everything, except for the fact that Michael had just pulled a syringe out of his mouth.

Mike begun trying to wiggle free or even just shake Michael off, but all his struggling did was dig the metal tendrils in deeper. Mike didn't know what was worse: Micheal looking like him and pulling out a syringe like he did, or the now invisible metal tendrils that were pinning him to the wall.

After Micheal prepared the syringe - which had a clear looking fluid inside - he grabbed Mike's hair and forced his head into a tilted position, exposing his neck.

"Don't struggle!" Michael spoke in a cheery tone, "As long as you don't struggle, I won't accidentally kill you!"

Mike knew it was better to stay still, but that didn't stop him from screaming when the syringe was plunged into his neck.

As Mike was screaming, he felt his throat tense up and his limbs went limp. He tried to ask what the thing that Michael injected him with did, but no noise came out. After Micheal removed the needle, Mike felt dizzy and faint. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and even though it seemed like Micheal was speaking, Mike couldn't hear.

Mike felt his eyes shut as Michael closed the tiny gap between the two of them, and he fell unconscious.

=°•.🌹.•°=

Please read the rest here (or you could try and find it on my Deviantart):
archiveofourown.org/works/2578…

The ending is really nice and I don't want to spoil it here.

Link to my FNAF amino blog:
aminoapps.com/p/jvmmyq

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.
Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.

Description
I had an idea to write a story where Michael Afton snaps and decides that he's going to replace Mike Schmidt with himself so that Michael can live the life he feels he deserves. It started off not being cannon, and I was going to end it at the part where Michael knocked out Mike, but I decided to continue it for another few chapters, focusing on real Mike, who Michael is keeping in his little brother's old room, and the story became cannon to the AU.

This drawing is of chapter 1, where Michael attacks Mike and tells him that he's going to replace him.

When I was drawing this (it's been done for over a month) I was practicing drawing small, so I decided to make the small drawings that I'm going to do for my longer stories on a quarter of an A4 sheet of paper. I was initially going to draw a scene from chapter 2 (Mike in a suitcase), or an implied scene between chapters 1 and 2 (Mike being put in a suitcase), but I opted for the chapter 1 scene where Mike trips over.

Also the pale corpse hands in the foreground belong to Michael Afton.

The story takes place in April at the start, and ends in about May. It's implied that in Hurricane, the events of TTO occur during chapter 3. My AU has all the games being cannon, and also has the novels being cannon at the same time thanks to multiple locations, and on an unrelated to the story note: Henry faked his death, but that was already said when I showed you guys my AU design for him, but that's getting off track. Although, maybe Henry being a huge faker was what make Michael snap and want to become someone else, so, keep that in mind. The games and novels take place in the same timeline in this AU.

So this chapter and drawing kind of takes place in April 1997.

Here's chapter 1:
=°•.🌹.•°=

"Hi, Michael!" Mike Schmidt smiled and greeted his colleague - who had recently been transferred from an undisclosed location to this one - as he clocked in for the night shift, "I guess we're going to be on the night shift together! Krasnyy called in sick, so I was planning on taking the shift alone, but thanks for covering for him with me!"

Michael didn't exactly respond. He just looked Mike's way and nodded.

Mike smiled back, figuring that Michael just didn't want to talk. He didn't question it.

As they headed to the office, Mike didn't try and strike up a conversation. Michael looked like he had a rough day, and Mike didn't want to accidentally make it worse. Once in the office, Mike begun to set up the equipment. He noticed that Michael hadn't done anything, but he just assumed that the man hadn't worked a night shift at this location before, so didn't know about having to set up the equipment that would have been set up beforehand at any other location.

"This location's a bit weird, but you get used to it," Mike shrugged as he picked up the tablet and walked towards the east door," I'll take this door and the cameras, you take the other door. I'll tell you if you need to close it, ok?"

Michael simply nodded, and placed his hands over the west door panel.

The night started off smoothly, or at least as smooth as a night five could go. Mike let the phone call play - much to Michael's distaste. Mike knew that Krasnyy was ok as the message had been recorded years ago, and the events around the calls had long since been resolved, so he didn't mind the pre-recorded message. Mike wasn't even aware that the approximate version - from Krasnyy's perspective - of calling for help whilst your friend reads an extract of a random book they found but backwards and somehow louder than the person calling for help had a pre-recorded variant until Krasnyy had told him after it played again when Mike returned to his night guard position all the way back in about December '93. It was odd, but Mike never had the time to mute the call anyway.

When Bonnie had been spotted in the hall corner and then vanished, Mike told Michael to check the lights and close the door if Bonnie was there. If the cove was empty, Mike told Michael to just close the door. Mike also told Michael when it was safe to open the door.

Meanwhile, Mike dealt with the east door silently by himself, not wanting to accidentally anger or upset Michael with any unnecessary talking. In all honesty, Mike preferred working alone or with someone who could deal with a door without any input from the cameras, but he didn't mention it.

Everything seemed fine, but Mike heard the west door close, and he was curious as to whether he had missed Bonnie or Foxy do something that required the door to be closed. A quick check of the cameras showed that there was no reason for Michael to have shut the door, as Foxy was nowhere near out of the cove, and Bonnie was practically on the other side of the restaurant.

Mike grew even more confused when Michael begun to walk towards him.

"Bonnie's in parts and services, and Foxy's completely inside the cove. Why did you shut the door?" Mike was concerned, and looked at Michael, expecting some kind of answer.

But Michael didn't answer as he lunged at Mike.

Mike practically dived out of the way, and stumbled into the centre of the office.

Upon missing, Michael closed the east door, and turned around. With robotic movements, Michael begun to slowly walk towards Mike again.

"Michael? What are you doing?" Mike was worried for his own safety, not because of the animatronics outside that were wandering the restaurant, but because of the other man in the office with him: the man who was slowly lumbering towards him like a zombie.

When Michael neither stoped or responded, Mike begun to inch backwards, but as he moved backwards, he tripped and fell into the office chair. Michael didn't laugh, and he certainly didn't stop, and when Michael got close enough, he grabbed Mike by the shoulders, and pushed him so that the chair - and subsequently Mike - was up against the wall with no way to inch backward any further.

"Michael, please cut it out! You're scaring me!"

Michael didn't respond to Mike's plea, and he finally looked Mike in the eyes.

"Why couldn't I have been you."

This was the first thing that Michael had said all night, and it make Mike's blood run cold.

Michael's face begun to warp, like there was something writhing underneath it. Something that was trying to get out. Almost as if there were a bunch of snakes desperately trying to escape from under Michael's skin.

"Why couldn't I have been you."

Michael said again, bringing his face closer and closer to Mike's face, the stitches on Michael's face bursting open to reveal a robotic skeleton underneath. The tendrils that weren't a part of the pack that burst out as the stitching popped found thier way out of Michael's face soon enough, and it wasn't long before Michael's head looked more like something out of a survival horror third person shooter game than a human face anymore.

Mike heard a sickly tearing noise, and more robotic tendrils emerged from Michael's flesh and shot out towards Mike, pinning him to the chair. He felt something shove his arms behind the back of the chair, and something metal click around his wrists, but he was too terrified to look: his eyes had been fixed on what used to be Michael's face.

The sunk back purple glass eyes were the only things that seemed to be in thier right place, but they looked almost moist and real as they stared down at Mike. The tendrils on Michael's face seemed to have a life of their own, but they seemed to all be focused on the same thing that Michael was: the terrified guard who bore a similar name.

"What do you mean?" Mike was almost too scared to speak but he managed to push out a few words.

When Michael opened his mouth to reply, Mike almost threw up at the stench of rotting flesh and motor oil. It was objectively worse than the smell of the animatronics.

"What do I mean?" Michael started to growl, seemingly seething with rage, "Why couldn't I have had a kind family. Why couldn't I have had a nice life. I don't care that my father owned a robotics company: no amount of luxury came from that bastard. Why couldn't I have had a decent father, and a present and loving mother. Why did I have to be stuck with a one track minded three faced monster. Why did I have to see myself get gutted and made into a meat suit for a robot made of other robots. Why did I have to watch everyone I know fall one by one to my own father's hand."

As Michael yelled, the tendrils of the robot inside the walking corpse of a man proceed to creep further and further out, and now digging into Mike's skin. Mike wanted to back away, but there was nowhere to go: he was stuck between the robotic corpse man and the wall.

Michael saw Mike's discomfort and pain, and continued talking, "If I wanted to put what's left of enard inside of you," One of the tendrils that had come from Michael's arm stretched out made a gesture going from the centre of Mike's neck, and then moving in a swift downwards motion, grazing the skin as it went, "I'd have cut you open and done so by now. I don't want you to be me. I just want to be you."

Michael took a disk looking object out of his pocket and showed it to Mike.

"Even though I look like this now, this disk will make me look normal. It took a while, but I finally got it to make me look exactly like you," the robotic tendrils in Michael's face retreated to back under the man's skin, so Michael looked vaugely as he did at the begining of the night, "now watch."

With that, Michael switched the disk on, and Mike felt like he wanted to throw up. A high pitched noise that Mike could only just hear made his head hurt, but what was worse was that Michael's face slowly warped to resemble his own.

Michael's features shifted, parts of his skin looked like it had gone invisible, and it's hue changed from its natural corpse-like hue to Mike's own pale complexion. Soon enough, Mike felt like he was looking into a mirror.

"I look just like you, don't I? And becoming you will be easy!" Michael begun to speak in a way that mimicked Mike's voice and tone, but not quite perfectly.

Mike only realised how much he had been crying when he tried to speak. His voice was quiet and shaky, but he managed to push out a weak "Why me?"

"Ugh, didn't I explain this already?" Michael seemed to by trying to mimic Mike still, but his attitude still didn't match, "I don't need to change much to become you! I can respond to Mike. My skin used to be your colour, and my hair was darker than this, but it's not too far off. You were the easiest, and you have what I want. And once I've replaced you, nobody will notice."

Mike was terrified. He hoped that his friends wouldn't be fooled, but Mike felt like he hadn't seen everything that the disk could do. And if Michael was going to replace him, "what's going to happen to me?" Mike asked, only just being able to get the words out.

"You know, I was going to kill you, but I don't know enough about you to impersonate you perfectly, so sadly I'll have to keep you around." Michael's voice and whole demeanor was getting closer to Mike's. Everything, except for the fact that Michael had just pulled a syringe out of his mouth.

Mike begun trying to wiggle free or even just shake Michael off, but all his struggling did was dig the metal tendrils in deeper. Mike didn't know what was worse: Micheal looking like him and pulling out a syringe like he did, or the now invisible metal tendrils that were pinning him to the wall.

After Micheal prepared the syringe - which had a clear looking fluid inside - he grabbed Mike's hair and forced his head into a tilted position, exposing his neck.

"Don't struggle!" Michael spoke in a cheery tone, "As long as you don't struggle, I won't accidentally kill you!"

Mike knew it was better to stay still, but that didn't stop him from screaming when the syringe was plunged into his neck.

As Mike was screaming, he felt his throat tense up and his limbs went limp. He tried to ask what the thing that Michael injected him with did, but no noise came out. After Micheal removed the needle, Mike felt dizzy and faint. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and even though it seemed like Micheal was speaking, Mike couldn't hear.

Mike felt his eyes shut as Michael closed the tiny gap between the two of them, and he fell unconscious.

=°•.🌹.•°=

Please read the rest here (or you could try and find it on my Deviantart):
archiveofourown.org/works/2578…

The ending is really nice and I don't want to spoil it here.

Link to my FNAF amino blog:
aminoapps.com/p/jvmmyq

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.
Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.