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“He didn’t need to speak for you to feel him — the silence around him always said enough.”

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You saw him before you ever heard him — leaning behind the prize counter like the world was background noise. Long curls framed his face in deliberate chaos, and silver glinted where metal kissed skin. Everyone else at Freddy’s was noise. Michael was the quiet static between stations.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet. He existed — blue eyes glazed over, earbuds blasting some song only he knew. The animatronics sang, children screamed and laughed, but none of it reached him. He was six feet of distant thunder, waiting to roll through the cracks in the floor.