Hello Internet! Welcome to Game Theory and page 20 of our
final FNAF timeline. This is getting ridiculous. Last time we covered William Afton's rise
as a serial killer. How the loss of his young son in 1983 caused
him to make one fateful promise that would ultimately serve as his driving force for
decades. “I will put you back together.” Fueled by grief and obsession, Afton would
lose himself in work and drinks. One night in a fit of rage he lashes out against
Henry's young daughter, Charlie, his first murder. This moment becomes the first domino to fall
in a long sequence of events that ultimately destroys William's life and the lives of those
around him. That one murder gives Afton a taste for blood,
resulting in the deaths of ten more children across two different pizzerias. Those children go on to possess animatronics,
giving Afton his first exposure to remnant and the potential solution for bringing his
son back to life. The need to learn more about this miraculous
power leads him to produce the Funtime Animatronics as well as their capture devices. Robots designed to bring kids to him for experimentation
and collection of more remnant. Except, there was one thing that he didn't
account for his daughter's curiosity. He made the robots too appealing, and it would
cost him Elizabeth's life. Now, with two children to put back together,
Afton was more desperate and crazed than ever, returning to defunct pizzerias to steal the
possessed metal still living inside their walls. What he didn't account for, though, were the
ghosts forcing him to pay for the sins of his past. When last we left him, William was spring
locked, bleeding to death behind a secret wall. Gone, but certainly not forgotten, as we're
about to see in today's video. Today we're finishing up chapter two of our
story, wrapping up the Afton era. Over the next six pages, we switch our focus
to the other main character of the franchise, Mike, a young boy dealing with the fallout
of a stupid childhood decision with tragic consequences. A young man whose life is best described as
collateral damage caught in the blast radius of Williams whirlwind of destruction. Now, before we begin, let me just rip off
the Band-Aid now. We won't be finishing the timeline today. I know, I know. I'm sorry. I wanted to, but covering FNAF VR, AR and
Security Breach wound up taking me an additional nine pages of script. And I've already made you wait long enough
for this part. So I just had to make the executive call to
break this one up into two. Don't worry. That part is already written. It is already recorded. It is just in the process of being edited. It is a hefty episode. So mark it on your calendar. That one's actually going to be going live
on March 25th. It's also coming complete with a live Talk-Back,
where we go back over everything from the past couple of episodes as well as having
ourselves some very special guests. So overall, that one should be a lot of fun. Fair warning, though, the conclusions we've
reached that solve Security Breach. They are controversial. I feel good about them. Like I think that we've locked in on a lot
of the answers here. But they are going to raise a lot of discussion. Let's just say that you're either going to
love that episode or hate it. I don't really think there's going to be much
in between on that one .Anyway, without any further ado, let's cover a chunk of the timeline
that's a lot less controversial. Let's meet Mike. William still wasn't back. Weird. Michael knew his father sometimes traveled
for work, disappearing for days on end. But usually there was some sort of notice,
a phone call, a Post-it, something. It's not like Michael and his father were
close. Far from it. But as a household of two suffering men coping
with years of tragedy and loss, there was at least some element of communication between
the two of them. They were united by a name and a shared pain. This time though, things felt different. William had left nothing. His absence was longer. There were no check ins, no updates. Just silence. Something had happened. If there was one thing Michael knew about
his father, it was that he had contingencies, safety checks, backup plans. His father was a careful and guarded man. He held his cards close to his chest and such. William had prepared him in the event that
something like this ever happened. Normally, his father kept his home office
locked, but in the event of an unexpected, prolonged absence, Michael had been instructed
to enter his father's office and look behind an empty set of shelves mounted in the corner
of the room. Rolling his eyes, Michael entered the office. He never fully understood how William was
able to spend so many hours of his days locked up in here. There was just nothing to do. Most of this place was empty. He dragged himself over to the shelf in the
corner, expecting to find an emergency contact list, a family safety deposit box. But what he actually found there was completely
unexpected. The shelf swung open and revealed a giant
industrial elevator. One that led straight down into an underground
bunker. But that was impossible. Hidden inside his childhood home was a secret
entrance to an enormous underground science lair? It didn't make any sense. Seriously, It. Didn't. Make. Any. Sense. And yet here it was, mapped directly underneath
the floor plan of the house that he'd grown up in, lost his brother in, been tortured
in. Michael thought that he'd known his father:
a prideful, sad, angry man with petty, everyday problems. But clearly he'd been living with a stranger
this entire time. His father had secrets. Suddenly, the days of William being locked
inside of his office made sense. He'd been here the entire time. Where was here, though? Was this Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals? The Circus Baby restaurant always did seem
to be a deeply personal project for father, a failure of his that cut unusually deep,
especially after that first location had to be closed prematurely due to the gas leaks. After that day, Father really did seem to
change, to lose himself even more in his work. Clearly, the entrance he had found was some
sort of secret back way into the facility, one that required crawling through vents to
navigate. His father had been working here, but in secret. Why? And that's when he found her, at the end of
the facility: Circus Baby, his father's pride and joy. Except something was different about her. She wasn't like the others. The way she talked, the stories she told. This wasn't just a robot. She was alive somehow. And not only was she alive, she also felt
familiar. Was this his sister? William's baby girl? But how? Why? What was this place? He dug around some old files and found blueprints
outlining the features of these animatronics. Storage containers, voice mimicking parental
tracking. And was that a child in Freddie's stomach? Was his father collecting and experimenting
on kids? Were all the rumors that he'd heard throughout
his past actually true? That the animatronics came to life at night,
that there were murders done in all the pizzerias, that his father had somehow been the prime
suspect in all of it? Suddenly, Michael's mind flashed back to his
persistent nightmares throughout his childhood. Had he been experimented on too? Tears stung in his eyes as anger, fear and
confusion filled his body, his father's secrets were pouring out. William wasn't just a lame, overworked father. He was a monster! toying with life itself. Suddenly, everything clicked. He frantically looked around the room, blinking
human heads on poles, staring back at him. Green eyes: his sister. Blue eyes: his brother. Closed eyes: his mom. All just staring, expectantly. These were meant to be human. William was working down here trying to make
believable humans, literally rebuilding the family that they had both lost. The small little girl robots with their British
accents roaming the hallways of this underground facility suddenly took on a whole new context. Were those meant to be his sister? A replacement for her? A clone? Was William building clones of his sister? They seemed to know him, after all, to react
to his presence. He always did have a bit of a resemblance
to his father. Michael's mind reeled as the reality of his
world crumbled to dust. No, no. He had to get them out of there. If this really was his sister. Heck, if any of these… things were human, souls, whatever remnant
of the humans that they once were, they needed to be rescued. Led by the voice of Circus Baby he marched
through the now empty halls of the Funtime Auditorium. He would lead them, he would protect them. And finally he would be able to forgive himself
for the killing of his brother soo many years Scooper? That violent extraction arm? Michael had seen that one in the pile of blueprints,
something about heat rendering the magical silver metal inside useless. In reality, prior to getting himself spring
locked and put behind the wall, William's methods had become increasingly sophisticated,
with a mechanized arm that could infuse new bodies with a soul. William could finally give and take away life. The only thing he needed were the bodies. But William wasn't the only one looking for
bodies, as Michael was about to learn. Michael was going to be the hero to help these
animatronics all right, he was going to help the haunted tubes and wires of these animatronics
escape, just not in the way that he anticipated. His sister had lied to him. Another game of pretend. The scooper plowed forward, digging its extraction
arm into his body. As he heard his bones ripping through his
flesh, Michael blacked out. For the next several months Michael's life
was not his own. He was forced to comply with the tangle of
wires and spirits that lived inside of him. His body felt like an overfilled balloon,
begging to burst as day by day, week by week, his flesh began to sag and discolor. He was a walking, talking, rotting corpse. Alive, but wishing he wasn't. He was a puppet, a walking shell. And while he did his best to conceal his fate,
there was only so much a man filled with robot spaghetti could do. The entity in his innards would eventually
leave, but by that point, the damage had been done. His decaying flesh stank, turning him into
a literal Ourple guy. but still even with no bones, even with rotting
purple flesh and begging to die, Michael continued to live. That silvery metal remnant injected by the
scooper meant that he couldn't die. His anger also refused to die. What he had seen down there in his sister's
location had rocked him to his core. His father had killed and captured dozens. His experiments had killed his sister and
then tortured him throughout all his childhood, he was actively trying to build human replicants. He didn't know where his father was, but Michael
knew that he was out there somewhere. Michael had to correct for the sins of his
father. He had to make things right. Michael would burn Fazbear Entertainment to
the ground. I mean, what else could you do when your skin
was permanently purple? Michael’s Strategy was simple, he would
apply for night security guard positions at the old defunct Pizzeria locations. That way, no one ever had to see him or smell
him during his shift. And all these old, shuttered locations did
need guards. Teenage vandals and squatters were always
looking to get inside these abandoned buildings. And yet no one ever really wanted to work
an overnight graveyard shift unless they were practically out of options. Enter Mike. One by one, he would take on the job of security
guard, changing his name each time to ensure that no one was able to follow his paper trail. Once inside, he could tamper with the animatronics
and figure out how they worked, writing about his experiences in his security log book. While there he would listen to the old tapes
where upper management awkwardly welcomed the new recruits to their summer jobs. Even though he was working there nowhere near
the summer months. He heard the gory details of his father's
franchise from the outsiders looking in, confused and afraid about what was happening in the
walls around them. Sometimes he would see his brother in the
form of the Golden Freddy suit. “IT'S ME” appearing on the walls around
him. Except now there was something else there. He was no longer alone. Another angrier presence was also in the suit. As if two spirits were forced to share the
same body. And Golden Freddy would attack him now, it
was aggressive. Its vengeance wanted to lash out at anyone
with the Afton name, anyone who wore a security guard outfit. Over time, Mike worked his way through the
old restaurants: The original pizzeria, The bigger, better Freddy Fazbear’s. He spent weeks there looking for clues as
to his father's whereabouts. And each time, at the end of his week shift,
he would then set the location on fire. Remnant can't survive high temperatures after
all. So burning away whatever spirit laden animatronics
that still existed inside seemed like a winning strategy. All this revisiting of his past, though, was
causing the nightmares to begin again. Hallucinations that brought him back to his
childhood. The guilt around killing his brother. His dreams were oddly mixed with the shrill
phone calls of the security guards. But it would all be worth it in the end. The goal was to eventually, eventually stumble
across the one location, the one job that would finally reunite him with his father. Little did Mike know that that day would come
sooner than he expected. 2023, An advertisement came across Mike's
TV: Fazbear Frights, a new horror attraction inspired by the awful crimes that occurred
around Freddy Fazbears Pizza so many years ago. It made Mike sick, people looking to make
a quick buck off the tragedy of others, off his own family. This wasn't a joke or entertainment. Regardless, he had to be a part of it. If this team was combing through his family's
history they might stumble across something that could be useful. And if his father was truly still alive as
he suspected, there would be no way that he wouldn't show up here. Maybe finally, finally, this could be the
final chapter in his family's marathon of tragedy. Mike applied for the job and was immediately
handed the keys. Years of doing this had taught him that security
guards rarely received thorough security checks. They also liked how creepy Mike looked. They thought it was a costume, on theme for
the job. What little they knew. For weeks there was nothing. But just as Mike considered giving up, he
received the call that he'd been waiting for for years. Could this finally be him? Sure enough, there he was. William inside his iconic Golden Bonnie sprinlock
suit. Only now it was green and decaying with age. And there they were. A small family of broken men finally reunited. It's been a long time, dad. Mike had always struggled with the phantoms
of his past haunting him. But now all the animatronics he'd encountered
over the past months hopping from pizzeria to pizzeria suddenly sprang to life, their
burned faces haunting him as he tried to keep track of his father on the cameras. It would seem that William's mere presence
had put the spirits on high alert. Ultimately, they were harmless, more annoying
than anything else. But there was one that felt different from
the others. One that was more than just a mere phantom. The security puppet. If he looked at the cameras at just the right
moment, he could see it floating there through the halls. He could even see its reflection in the water
pooled on the ground. It would seem like he wasn't the only one
there on a mission. While he was dealing with Springtrap. Michael assumed that this one was likely dealing
with the spirits of this place, finally setting them to rest. “Hopefully, this means a happier day for
all of us.” Mike thought to himself. And in that moment he felt the air around
him release, like pressure being let out of a bottle. The building sighed, as if five spirits had
finally been allowed to move on. He had the sense that his brother was a part
of them. He rigged the wiring inside the building to
misfire, and the dry, desiccated walls erupted in flames. It is finished. Except, it was not. Somehow, through sheer force of will, Afton
remained. He had survived. And Mike would need to find a new way of finishing
off his father. Luckily, the solution would present itself
later that year. Not from Mike, but from another victim that
had been left in his father's wake. Fazbear Entertainment as a brand had been
closed for years. William had been stuck in a suit in a wall. The only person who legally could bring the
franchise back was Henry, but he'd largely pulled out of the franchise around the time
of his father's disappearance. Something was up. Surely this had to be some kind of a trick,
right? Mike, doing what he did best, applied for
a franchise and immediately got the job. There was just one thing out of the ordinary. Paragraph four. No employment contract he'd ever signed required
him to keep special lookout for independently moving animatronics outside the restaurant. Now, he knew something was up here. Henry was luring them all back. Rather than trying to go to them, like Mike
had done for years, Henry was doing the opposite. He was putting them all under the same roof. He was finishing them off for good. Mike knew this wasn't meant to be a restaurant. It was meant to be a prison. A containment vessel. A locked box meant to trap them all in so
they could finally end the madness. It took a few nights, but eventually everyone
was there. His father, the puppet, the robot spaghetti
that had once violated his body and his sister now hopelessly devoted to serve the man that
had once gotten her killed. It was time he had been instructed to seal
the doors and leave, but while he locked everything down, he didn't move on. If this was truly meant to be the end, if
the remnant needed to be washed away, he needed to be a part
of that. And with that, it was over. The Afton legacy died with all of them trapped
inside of a literal box. As the flames danced around the office, Mike,
for the first time in decades, was happy. But William wasn't gone yet. Although the darkest pit of hell was open
and waiting for him, something or someone wouldn't allow him to move on. Instead, he found himself locked in moments
from his past: the pizzeria, his son's room, his underground bunker. It was as if his brain's neurons were all
firing at once, overloaded, mixing and matching all his biggest fears. Regrets, failures. What was this place? How did he get here? He called out into the silence. Then they started coming. Without warning, animatronics both new and
old began to jump out at him, bite him, rip him limb from limb. The pain was immeasurable. Make it stop. Make it stop! William, for the first time, longed for death. An end to this torture. Just as it felt like he couldn't take it anymore. Everything was quiet again. It was as if the world had been reset. There was a brief moment of quiet. And then the onslaught began again. Dozens of faces from his past, all focused
on him, a waking nightmare that he couldn't escape from. More pain! more ripping! It was his own personal hell. But why? Why couldn't he just die? And then he saw them. A group of characters he never thought he'd
see again. Those janky stolen characters that had started
everything, The Mediocre Melodies. It had all started to go wrong once they showed
up, once Henry had made them. But mixed in with their obnoxious Southern
drawls, William heard something else. It was barely a whisper, but he could just
make out the words. That voice. He knew that voice. But from where? The one he shouldn't have killed. William thought back. He'd done a lot of awful things, but there
was always the one that stood out. Not Charlie, his drunken act of revenge. Not Susie, his first true murder. No. Instead, it was the one that he had lost control
with. The one that he had broken beyond repair for
no good reason other than because he could. The one that he'd stuffed inside the Golden
Bear that his partner used to wear. Cassidy. They were back. And now they were trying to punish him, to
make him suffer like he'd made them suffer. It was almost like William and Cassidy’s
souls had been locked together, fuzed by a collective rage and spite, each refusing to
move on. But while Cassidy was so focused on taking
revenge, they actually did the one thing that would be the downfall for so many others. They kept William alive. Even though fire should have destroyed the
remnant that was coursing through his being, Cassidy kept William breathing, paving the
way for his escape. Williams' will was so strong, his soul so
powerful, that he managed to put a part of himself inside the circuitry that housed the
Springlocked suit. And there his consciousness lay, inside a
single circuit board, waiting. Waiting for someone to find him and set him
free. A person that no one would suspect. Okay, so a bit of a shorter chunk, but an
important one as we shift perspectives to Mike and tell his side of the story. And with FNAF VR, AR and Security Breach having
so much to explain, I didn't want to rush through things by trying to cram it all in
here. Don't worry. I know you've all been patient. The final video is happening on March 25th. That is locked. It is getting ready to go. Trust me, I want this thing to be over and
done with as much as you. I am not just stretching it out for the views. But before we wrap up for the day, I did want
to talk about the big Orville elephant in the room, Mike's quest for revenge. You might have noticed that I was vague about
the dates, and there's a good reason for that. I don't know them. There is no good way for me to make them fit
in. Here's what I do know. We know with a high amount of certainty that
Michael Afton is the character that we play as up until ultimate custom knight, Mike Schmidt
and Fritz Smith, the security guards for FNAF 1 and FNAF 2 respectively, get fired for,
quote, tampering with the animatronics and odor. It’s a weird connection between the two
of them, right? But now look at the phantom animatronics that
are haunting us in FNAF 3. They use models from both FNAF 1 and FNAF
2. Meaning whoever is sitting in that security
guard chair of Fazbear Frights, they have to have seen both locations and their animatronics. And that's not all. Their designs are burnt. It’s a weird detail in the game and it's
something that the character encyclopedia repeatedly calls attention to, the burned
texture for these phantom animatronics. Why is that so unusual, though?Fazbear Fright
is the first time in the franchise that we hear about anything burning down. From that point on of the story it's like
the characters turn pyro and are suddenly setting fires left and right. But for the first three games, nothing ever
catches fire. The animatronics are just moved or repurposed
in some way. So when did they burn? and why would our security
guards see them as being burned? Someone has to have been going location to
location, setting these places on fire, purging the sins of the past. We know we're definitely playing as Mike in
Sister Location and FNAF 6 based on the in-game dialog and in FNAF 4 there's an Easter egg
where we can hear the phone call from night one of FNAF 1, meaning that whoever's in that
bedroom has heard the recording as a security guard. We also know that Mike has seen the nightmare
animatronics based on his drawings and the security logbook. So overall, there is solid evidence that connects
all of FNAFs 1 through 6. You'll also notice how the Character Encyclopedia
doesn't have a page for Mike Afton. This thing has a page for Chocolate Bunny
Bonnie, but not Michael? Something tells me they don't want us to confirm
how many games he's been in because that would confirm too much of the theory. In short, this gives us an incredibly compelling
and complete narrative. Mike, as our protagonist and William his father
as our antagonist, Mike accidentally kills his brother in Fredbear's mouth, which begins
our story and sets William down his pathway of destruction. Mike is then haunted by the guilt of his past
and is looking to make things right across the rest of the games. In Sister Location, he learns what his father
has been up to and realizes what he has to do to correct it. After failing to finish the job in FNAF 3,
he ultimately helps Henry end it all in FNAF 6. It is great. It is a clean narrative. There is just one problem: timing. Mike's quest can't really start until he's
been down to Sister Location, seen Baby and gotten himself scooped. That's when he finds out about Afton’s secret
life. It's also when he's going to start to smell
because you know, he's a walking, talking, rotting corpse. And we know that he's not going down into
the bunker until the Funtime animatronics have been made, Freddy's has been closed and
Afton is out of the picture. That all should be happening post 1993, after
William is sealed behind the wall. But that then presents us with a few problems. Afton has already dismantled the original
animatronics, as we see in the FNAF 3 mini games. How are those things getting burned if they're
already deconstructed? But more importantly, we see FNAF 2 paychecks
with the date 1987. That is way earlier than I think it can be. To be fair, Fritz Smith's pink slip on night
seven doesn't have a date, but it's a bit weird to say that the first few nights are
in 1987, and that employee number three is hired on years after the restaurant closes. Anyway, I just wanted to call that out because
I don't have a solid answer for it, and I'd love to see your comments down below. And with that, my friends, this chapter comes
to a close. We'll see you on March 25th for the grand
finale as we cover the final three games of the franchise and the controversial answers
we think solves what those games were trying to tell us. Until then, my Fazheads remember, even though
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