Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

43) I'm scared...

"Hey. You okay?" Mike asked, knocking my head out of the clouds. "You've been staring out the window for a while now."

"Uh...yeah." I sighed, squirming against the seat belt that threatened to strangle me. I would've preferred that than a death from the unknown. "Just...thinking."

"Same here." he sighed, intertwining his fingers with mine. "Same here."

When Mike did that, I didn't feel butterflies in my stomach, I didn't feel giddy or lightheaded either. I'm sad to say it but...I felt hollow. I felt tired and depressed.

We'd been fighting from the beginning and now...we couldn't do it anymore. I'm glad I had Mike there and I wasn't doing it alone but we were setting up to fail. No matter what we did...no matter how we did it...the end was in sight for us.

It was just so...hopeless.

I tightened my grip around his fingers and prayed that we'd get out alive.

* * * *

The walk up to the restaurant seemed to take forever.

Every step forward felt like I was taking two back. My chest was tight in fear from the something lying right in front of us. I'm glad I had Mike there, holding my hand for support, or else I would've run. The bad part was his hand had grown slick and clammy.

"Mike..." I whispered, tears starting to form in my eyes. I was going to be honest with him. "I'm scared."

He stopped dead in his tracks, a grimace plastered on his entire form. It took me a second to realize he was biting his lip. "I'm scared too."

"We're going to die, aren't we?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"Probably." he sighed, ruffling his hair. "Do we really want to do this?"

"If we don't our families will be in danger." I whimpered, gripping his hand tighter than a vice. I needed his support more than anything at that point. I needed to know he was there. Mike gave a frustrated sigh and gripped both of my hands in his.

"You're right, but if things get out of hand I want you to run. Don't wait for me and don't look behind you. You keep going. Understand?" His voice grew harder and harsher with every word escaping his lips.

There was no doubt of him being serious.

"I understand. But you'll be right there with me, right?" I asked, gripping his hands so tight my knuckles turned white from the strain. Mike bit his lip again, the unsure gesture making my heart ache.

"Promise me you'll be right there. Promise me Mike. Fucking promise me!" I whimpered, looking him dead in the eye. I needed him to promise. I needed him to be there. "Promise me...please..."

"Well, I can promise you two one thing."

Mike and I immediately froze in place, both of us knowing the voice hadn't been either of ours. The two of us slowly swiveled our heads in the direction of the outburst to see its origin.

Of fuck.

"I can promise that you won't be alone tonight. I've been getting some reports the animatronics have been tampered with so...it looks like I'm on patrol." Randy beamed. Much to my dismay, it looked very genuine.

"P-patrol?" I whimpered, taking a step away from him and closer to Mike. As long as he was around I highly doubted he'd do anything. Mike seemed to know this too because he placed his hand on my lower back and stepped right next to me.

"Yes. I'll just be walking around to make sure that nothing...or no one...is out of place." he laughed jokingly, sarcasm underlying the tone of his voice. It was obvious he knew something we didn't. "Be prepared to have me stop by sometime during the night..."