Chapter fourteen/Chapter Fifteen/Chapter Sixteen/Chapter Seventeen/Chapter Eighteen/Chapter Nineteen
2033
Glamrock Freddy, Michael, Vanessa and The Stitchwraith sat in the living room, which must have been the start of a bad joke.
“So…You’re me?” Mike asked.
“I guess so,” Freddy wondered.
“I mean, you look pretty similar,” Jake said. “You have similar proportions, you both have brown hair and dark blue eyes. Same light skin. Although, Freddy has a scary amount of face paint.”
Freddy’s spirit did look just like Mike. His hair was a little lighter. His face had the same paint that Freddy’s robot did, blue and red around his eyes like a superhero mask and a bit of blue under his mouth like a goatee.
He wore an orangey brown t-shirt with a blue lightning bolt. He wore a light brown jacket with red shoulder pads. Studded bracelets, red fingerless gloves, jeans practically dyed orange, red and blue boots. And the top hat.
“I don’t remember being Michael. I’m just Freddy. Though, I think I heard Vanny and Afton talking about soul corruption.”
“Jake? Andrew? You’re the ghost experts,” Mike called out for help.
“Well…” Andrew started. “I’ve had a little experience with soul corruption. It varies depending on the scenario… but…”
“If I could guess,” Jake interrupted. “I think Mike’s soul split apart, maybe during the fire. And part of his soul went into Glamrock Freddy. And… I guess it got corrupted into just Glamrock Freddy. Maybe?”
“I hope that’s what is happening. I really don’t want to ask Vanny about it,” Vanessa hid his face.
“But, don’t spirits disappear after a while without a body?” Michael asked.
“If your soul is partially inside something else, your soul is anchored. As long as part of you possesses something you're good. Andrew still has his soul in a lot of stuff,” Jake explained.
“And Jake’s been hanging out in the ballpit.”
“What ballpit?” Vanessa asked.
“Don’t ask,” Michael said.
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Late 2031
As the Glamrock animatronics were built before his eyes, Michael felt drained. He had very little remnant left in him, or at least he assumed. He was a ghost. He felt tired, in pain, all the time. He was being tortured for his actions.
“This bear looks pretty cool,” one of the builders said.
“He looks like 80s pop vomit,” the other builder said.
“Yeah. But he’s a good character. The kids will love him.”
“And what’s this crappy song?” the other builder held up a piece of paper.
“That crappy song was written by Willie’s kid. I thought it could be a good demo for a voice actor.
“Nah dude, Vanny’s got a plan for the voices. Trust her.”
“I don’t trust the furry, no offense.”
Michael stood up in pain, also being a ghost it was hard to anchor himself. He walked slowly up to the robot.
“Freddy… You seem nice… You remind me of home.” Michael smiled to himself and put a hand on the robot’s chest. He felt himself… change. Like a blur of, well, 80s pop.
He was tied to this thing. And by the time the others were possessed, he couldn’t even remember his real name.
Three months. Three months. Less than three months to lose his identity.
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