"Ok, first question. What are the animatronics name's?", said Joseph, who was sitting down in front of you in a chair with a clipboard in his lap. You look up at him and say, "Well, the red fox is Foxy. The blue bunny is Bonnie. The yellow chicken is Chica. The brown bear is Freddy. They were all really nice in the beginning. That was after they tried to kill me." Joseph scribbles something on his clipboard and looks at you. "Next. John told me that the guy in the purple suit has three names. What are those names?" You say, "Well, I call him "The Purple Guy". But, his real name is William Afton-" You stop talking and gasp. Joseph says, "(Y\N), are you alright?" You look at him and say, "OMG! I just realized that Michael Afton is William Afton's son! They have the same last names!" Joseph says, "Wait, he had a son!?" You put your fits on your hips and say, "Obviously!" Joseph gets up and starts pacing back and forth across the room. Then he says, "Well, if he had a son, then he had a wife." You jump up and say, "Let's go ask Michael! He must know his mom!" Joseph picks up his clipboard and pen. "Ok, let's go. We will finish this later. But, you stay behind me and don't say anything, alright?" You nod and follow him out the door. You see him leaning against a tree, licking a lollipop. Joseph walks up to him, crosses his arms, and says, "We didn't know that you had a dad OR a mom. You said that they died in a fire." Michael stares at him. "H-how . . . ?", he stuttered. "Do you even know your mom?", Joseph says. Michael faked coughed into his fist and stood up straight. He took out his lollipop and says, "No. My dad never told me that I even had a mom and I never asked." Joseph says, "Do you know what your dad does for a living?" Michael shakes his head. "He never tells me where he goes. He says he's going to work but, . . . " Michael sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "But," He continues. "I think he's doing something bad. Like, one time, he came home with bloodstains on his shoes and hair. At first, I thought it was paint. But, no, it was blood. I asked him why there was blood on his shoes and his hair. He said that he went to a butcher to cut meat for money and didn't get all the blood off. That was the lamest lie I've ever heard."