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I recently played some FNAF 1 again, and I am still bad at the videogame. I died to power outage Freddy this time, so once again, I made some art based on my reactions as it all happened! This time I had my hands clasped near my mouth, and thought a vaugely similar pose would be cool to draw.

Also, onto the art and my AU:

Losing like this is almost routine for Mike, and he has the scars and bruises to prove it. He survives. They always let him go. But they don't let him go unharmed.

=°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°=

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Mike was used to the dark by now. Going a full night without running out of power was a rarity he'd only get one day a week. The other six days, he'd always have to take his chances against Freddy.

It was four, maybe five PM - he should have been paying more attention - when he saw that the power was low. He knew Foxy was in his cove, so he had tried to preserve the last percentages for as long as possible. But as long as possible wasn't enough. The power still had clicked out all the same.

He sat in darkness for a while, and a sense of dread crept over him. He hoped it'd be a while before Freddy showed up, but like clockwork, the room was illuminated by the bear's backlights as Votre toast from act 2 of the opera Carmen begun to play from the music box within the animatronic.

This was almost routine, and he wasn't surprised when it cut out abruptly.

The room went darker, and he waited.

For six AM or pain.

He couldn't stop himself from shaking, and his breathing was ragged. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he tried to keep himself quiet.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, but it wasn't enough.

At any moment, Freddy could attack.

Mike closed his eyes. He didn't want to see it when it happened. He didn't like pain, and he didn't like surprises.

After a long while of nothing, Mike opened his eyes out of curiosity. As much as he didn't want to see the animatronics when he was attacked, he wanted to know what was going on. Mike saw his shadow on the ground in front of him.

The lights were still out.

He could feel Freddy's hands hovering just behind him, closing in on his neck.

The music box played an encore.

°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°

Link to my amino blogs:
aminoapps.com/p/gwaget
aminoapps.com/p/ghvzq20

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

Description
I recently played some FNAF 1 again, and I am still bad at the videogame. I died to power outage Freddy this time, so once again, I made some art based on my reactions as it all happened! This time I had my hands clasped near my mouth, and thought a vaugely similar pose would be cool to draw.

Also, onto the art and my AU:

Losing like this is almost routine for Mike, and he has the scars and bruises to prove it. He survives. They always let him go. But they don't let him go unharmed.

=°•.🌹 Story 🌹.•°=

°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°

Mike was used to the dark by now. Going a full night without running out of power was a rarity he'd only get one day a week. The other six days, he'd always have to take his chances against Freddy.

It was four, maybe five PM - he should have been paying more attention - when he saw that the power was low. He knew Foxy was in his cove, so he had tried to preserve the last percentages for as long as possible. But as long as possible wasn't enough. The power still had clicked out all the same.

He sat in darkness for a while, and a sense of dread crept over him. He hoped it'd be a while before Freddy showed up, but like clockwork, the room was illuminated by the bear's backlights as Votre toast from act 2 of the opera Carmen begun to play from the music box within the animatronic.

This was almost routine, and he wasn't surprised when it cut out abruptly.

The room went darker, and he waited.

For six AM or pain.

He couldn't stop himself from shaking, and his breathing was ragged. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he tried to keep himself quiet.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, but it wasn't enough.

At any moment, Freddy could attack.

Mike closed his eyes. He didn't want to see it when it happened. He didn't like pain, and he didn't like surprises.

After a long while of nothing, Mike opened his eyes out of curiosity. As much as he didn't want to see the animatronics when he was attacked, he wanted to know what was going on. Mike saw his shadow on the ground in front of him.

The lights were still out.

He could feel Freddy's hands hovering just behind him, closing in on his neck.

The music box played an encore.

°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•🌹•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°•°*°

Link to my amino blogs:
aminoapps.com/p/gwaget
aminoapps.com/p/ghvzq20

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