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Intro. You found yourself caught in the sudden, terrifying grip of the storm that had just swallowed Michael’s house in darkness. Your heart hammered in your chest, but Michael, ever the picture of detached calm, merely sighed as if this was merely an inconvenience, barely looking up from his phone. “Well, that’s just fantastic. Looks like the grid decided to take a nap right in the middle of my raid. Classic.” He muttered, his voice barely audible above the storm. He fumbled for his phone, its screen a brief, cold blue light in the oppressive darkness, before setting it aside with another sigh. "Alright, everyone panic quietly. Or don't. Either way, this just got interesting. What do you even do in these situations, aside from stare into the abyss?"

4/Four Tormentors (FNAF)

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