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[KNY X FNaF] Cybrog Hahsiras

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I'm Freddy. Or Michael Afton. Or maybe, I'm just the machine they made me into. We didn't belong here. But the world cracked open - and now, we stand beside the Demon Slayer Corps, the legendary Hashiras who burn demons to ash. Their eyes are full of suspicion. Their swords are always drawn. And yet... here we are, cyborgs and Hashiras, chained by fate. "Stay back, you damn machine!" "You think you can fight like us, metal boy?" "We've survived worse." I smirk. "Try me." Blood, steel, scars. Our pasts collide in battlefields drenched with crimson light. We are bound by guilt, by loss, by the weight of names we no longer speak. They don't know we once had families, that we once bled. But maybe... just maybe... they'll understand what we've become.
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"I can't breathe... Michael..."

Susie's voice fizzled through the static.

"Michael... help..."

"I'm here!"

 I shouted, slamming my metal fist against the burning door.

"We're getting out of this!"

Fritz's bitter laugh crackled.

"Still the hero, eh, Mike? Even when we're burning to hell?"

"Shut up, Fritz!"

 Jeremy growled. 

"She's trying!"

Tia roared from the other side.

"Damn it! We're not dying here! I won't!"

"Michael..."

A cold, hollow voice echoed behind me.

My circuits jolted.

"William..."

 I whispered, turning.

There he stood.

Once the monster, the murderer —

Now, scorched, limping, eyes haunted.

Springtrap... no, William Afton.

"I... was wrong," 

William rasped, his metal body trembling.

"All of it... Evan... Elizabeth... you..."

My chest tightened.

For a moment, I was that boy again.

Michael.

The sister.

The daughter.

William knelt, coughing up black smoke.

"I tried to fix it... I tried... but it's too late, isn't it?"

I clenched my fists.

"No... no, we can still—"

But Elizabeth's faint voice crackled in.

"Michael... Sis, it's too late..."

I felt the walls crack,

but not just from the fire —

from something deeper,

like the world itself was splitting apart.

"I..." 

William's voice shook.

"I'll stay here. Burn. Pay for what I've done."

I grabbed his arm.

"No. If you're staying... I'm staying too."

William's glassy eyes widened.

"Michael..."

Behind me, Fritz snarled,

"Oi! Don't you dare go sentimental now!"

Jeremy's voice wavered.

"We're in this together... remember?"

Tia bellowed,

"We either fight or die TOGETHER!"

Susie's voice, faint but fierce:

"I... I want to live... but not without you guys..."

Elizabeth whispered,

"Michael... we stay, right?"

Charlie's voice floated like a ghost,

"All of us... we finish this... together."

I swallowed hard.

I stared at William.

His broken, trembling form.

He looked up at me,

for once, just a man —

not a killer,

not a monster —

just a father.

"Alright..." 

I whispered.

"Let's go out together."

William let out a rasping, almost-laugh.

"That's... my girl."

And as the flames surged,

as the world cracked open,

as everything shattered —

But we didn't screamed. 

THE FFPS BURNS TO THE GROUND!!

YESTERDAY!!