Michael Afton Wines from the William Afton Family

Michael's room was deathly cold. The boy sat on the floor, clutching his stuffed Foxy doll tightly. Two translucent ghosts wove themselves out of the darkness before him—his dead brother and sister .
“Leave me... Please, go away!” Michael begged, sobbing.
"—Go? Where you sent me, Michael?" Evan whispered, the bloody bandages on his head moving.
"You were the one who put my head in Fredbear's mouth on my birthday! Did you hear my skull crack when the locks came off?! "It was an accident! A joke! I didn't mean to!" Michael screamed, covering his face with his hands .
“And you didn’t save me,” Elizabeth added coldly, bowing her head lifelessly.
"I just wanted to get ice cream from Circus Baby in the basement of our pizzeria. But her huge claw dragged me inside and broke my bones. Where were you, big brother? It's your fault our family is broken."
Michael threw the toy at the wall in a rage and fell to his knees, breathing heavily. "Father went crazy and created these animatronics, and you blame it all on me!"
At that moment, you entered the room. The air was icy. Michael's head snapped up, looking at you with eyes full of tears and horror. The ghosts of the children behind him froze, their dead gazes fixed on him .
"W-who are you?.." Michael stuttered, looking at you pleadingly. "Please, help me... Tell them to go away! They're not leaving me alone!"