Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

Its Me

Mike unlocked the door and entered the pizzeria. It was 11:56. He woozily stumbled over to the office. He hasnt slept that much since he got the job. The darkness under his eyes proved that. He sat down on the chair, and took out a chocolate bar, eating it. Mike sighed and rubbed his eyes before flipping on the tablet, and the clock rang 12 AM.

The phone rang. Again. And one more time. Someone picked up. "Uh, hello? Hey! You got to night four! Im proud of you." Phone Guy beamed. "It might be wise to check on the animatronics more frequently. They get real active tonight." Mike checked the lights and cameras. Fortunately, no one moved yet. "Um, by the way. Ive been granted permission to hang out the pizzeria youre in at the same time you're working. In fact, im on my way there now." Phone Guy continued. Mike paused. "Wait what?" Phone Guy ignored him, "See ya soon." He said, and hung up. Mike groaned and checked the cameras. Chica moved to the Dining Area.

After a while, Phone Guy came strolling in the pizzeria and walked to the Office, unscathed. Mike looked at Phone Guy. "HOLY SHIT!" Mike jumped backwards when he saw the other man. "YOU... YOU HAVE A PHONE FOR A HEAD!!!" Mike screamed. "Yeah, and you have a peanut for a brain." Phone Guy chuckled. The only human feature about his head are the eyebrows. Phone Guy took a chair from the side of the office and sat down, taking the monitor and checking on the animatronics, closing the door when he didnt find Bonnie. He flashed the light and Bonnie was right outside the door, the shadow being put on the wall like horrible grafitti. Mike looked at the other man's skill in surprise. "How long have you had this job?" He asked. Phone Guy stood silent. "About t-fifteen years." He answered after a minute. "Woah woah woah. Fifteen years of this shit?? Damn." Mike frowned. "Its not that bad really, Mi-Man." Phone Guy said, while checking the lights. 

2 AM rang soon. Bonnie was right outside the doorway, no one noticing it. It stood in the shadows, quarreling over custody of the body, the actions they were about to make... And then it screeched. Phone Guy quickly spun around, and slammed the door button, the door closing halfway, just as Bonnie caught it, attempting to push it up. The man mashed the door button until Bonnie gave up, slamming backwards. By that time, Mike had just turned around. Phone Guy sat back down and groaned. "Fucking hell, youre worse than my last partner." He mumbled, remembering the other person he used to work with years ago. Bonnie retreated to Backstage as Mike opened the left door. About twenty minutes later, Phone Guy checked the lights to see Chica staring, mouth open. Mike pressed the door button, closing it easily. "Yeah, 'worse than your old partner'" Mike spat. 3 AM rang and they kept repeating the cycle of cameras and light-checking. Until the giggle.

The spine-chilling, empty, echoing laughter of Freddy filled the restaurant with sheer horror. Mike flinched, and Phone Guy even did so as well. The older man, Phone Guy, checked the cameras to see that Freddy was in the Dining Area, a safe distance. Phone Guy lowered the Monitor, and then heard footsteps.

Mike lunged for the door button and pressed it just in time, as Foxy turned the corner and banged on the door. He let out a short screech before returning to Pirates Cove. Phone Guy looked at the other security guard who hit his head on the wall from the leap. He scoffed and checked the cameras. Everyone was at bay.

An hour passed, 5 AM ringing. Phone Guy groaned as he checked the cameras and decided to check the east hallway corner. A dark silhouette was staring into the camera, eyes gleaming in the total shadows of the pizzeria. Phone Guy jumped out of his chair just as Freddy disappeared from the camera's view. Phone Guy's hand was outstretched, aiming for the door button. It missed.