Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

38) ...do it.

Chica squealed in terror like us. She pressed her face to the glass in an attempt to get Foxy's attention. He didn't even look her way before he left. Freddy looked more annoyed than anything because he'd have to break up the fight.

If an animatronic could cry...Chica would have been bawling her eyes out. All of the distress sounds coming from her voice box only made everything seem urgent. I wasn't sure why she seemed so distraught, but eventually she and Freddy sidled down the hall.

"Thank god." Mike hissed, clutching his still bleeding arm. Instantly, I remembered the box I had dropped on the floor. I snatched it up and opened it without further hesitation.

"WHAT?!"

"THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT!"

"There aren't any supplies." I whimpered, shaking out the empty kit.

"Yeah. I can see that." Mike snapped, his blue eyes hardening in frustration. I was about to throw it away when a small note caught my eye.

This wasn't good.

"Have fun licking your wounds like an animal. It's not like a couple of bandages are going to cure death. -Love Randy" 

"When all of this is over...remind me to kick his ass in heaven." Mike shuddered as the chime went off. I sighed and threw the box on the ground.

"I don't know what you're talking about. That perverted bastard's going straight to hell." I muttered, shuffling out into the hall next to him.

"You're damn straight." he winced, biting his lip. "I'm gonna make sure of it."

* * * *

"Mike..." I whined, looking at his wounded limb. "You can't drive with an arm like that. Let me help you."

"Nah. I still need to go pick up my family from the airport. I'll just throw on a jacket and it'll be fine." He sighed, opening the trunk of his car.

"Mike...I'm not joking."

"I know, but I need you to trust me." He uttered, taking out a jacket almost identical to mine.

"Mike, goddammit! I don't 'need to trust you' on this. I'm trying to help." I countered, looking at him with a grimace. "You're gonna bleed through the jacket anyway."

"Does it look like I care? I just want to make sure Rachel and Macy are okay. I just need you to trust everything will be fine. I trusted you when you went to go check on your family." He countered, pointing a finger at my face.

I slapped away his hand in moral outrage. "What is with you and the whole 'trust me' thing? For crying out loud, Mike! I barely even know you. How do you expect me to trust you when it comes to something like this?"

"I don't expect you to do anything because you already have." He stated matter-of-factly, slamming the trunk closed. "You trust me enough to sit in my lap when asked. Your problem, is that you're just afraid of me."

"Me? Afraid of you? Hah! You're more harmless than a newborn puppy." I snickered at his growing agitation. "You'd never hurt me. So, why should I be afraid of you?"

Mike shrugged on the jacket, acting as if he were ignoring me. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

"Mike? What the hell, dude?!" I frowned, slamming closed the car door he was trying to open. His expression hardened and darkened in less than a second.

"Mike...wh-what are you..."

"Now listen here, Eleanor. I could hurt you if I wanted to. I could talk back if I wanted to. I could make you squirm if I wanted to. But I won't, because that's a coward's way of doing things." He growled, pushing me up against his car. I winced at his stinging words.