Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

44) ...for you...

"Mike...what are you doing?"

"I'm giving you one last chance to surrender. If you don't, I'll be forced to do my job." Mike smirked, leaning closer to me. "Now smile for me."

"I'm not smiling for y-ah!" I gasped, trying to regain my footing as he picked me up. I figured he'd keep me in the bridal-style position but slung me over his shoulder instead. "Put me down goddammit!"

 "No." He chuckled. Despite Mike's size, he was much stronger than he looked. I guess there were a few physical requirements to being a security guard, but I knew for certain that his strength was natural. I gripped at his shirt, trying to steady myself. "You're not as heavy as I thought you'd be."

"I have a good mind to slap you in your face right now." I hissed through gritted teeth. I wanted (with a passion) to scream and curse at the top of my lungs. I squirmed and squirmed hoping he'd let go, but he held me even tighter. 

"You love me to much to do that." He laughed, placing the palm of his hand on the back of my thigh for a better hold. At this point I had given up on fighting and went limp in his arms. "Now. Gimme a smile."

"Why? You can't even see my face!" I whined, defeat pressing down on me. There was no way for me to win.

"Doesn't matter. I wanna hear you laugh."

"Laugh?!" I cried. A few soft groans escaped me as I hung over his shoulder. Somehow, this little fact of frustration and anger bubbled upwards in my chest. I was defeated but...I felt like I could smile. Soon, that grin turned to disbelief and astonishment because I couldn't stop laughing.

The oldest trick in the book had actually worked on me. Me!

"I hate you so much, Michael." I giggled, pressing my face into his shoulder after he put me down. "I hate you."

Mike mumbled something under his breath, letting his hands rest on my waist. I giggled and relaxed against him. "Would you mind rephrasing that?" He asked, a solemn tone catching in his voice.

"Rephrase what?"

"You said you hated me." he sighed, a little frown catching the corner of his lips.

"Hate you? I don't hate you. It was just a joke."

"Good. Because I wouldn't want you to hate me." He sighed (in almost relief). I gripped his arms, a foreboding feeling washing over me.

Something was wrong.

"You look pale. Are you okay?" Mike asked, looking me over. His eyes flashed with concern before he realized what I was feeling. "You feel it too, huh?"

"That's the feeling of death."

* * * *

"Well, this is odd."

"What's odd?" I asked, peeking over his shoulder. I had decided I wasn't going to sit in his lap despite the fact he'd bugged me until my ears felt like they'd fall off.

"'The animatronics...they're not moving."

"What?!" I squeaked, flipping through a couple of cameras. Sadly, he was correct.

None of the animatronics had moved an inch and it was already four. That was definitely odd.

I gripped his arm and looked him straight in the eyes. The foreboding feeling creeped back into the pit of my stomach. He was coming.

TAP TAP TAP

I jumped at the sound, nearly knocking the tablet out of his hands. I gripped his arm tightly, cowering behind him in fear. "He's here." I whispered, my entire body shaking in object mortification.