Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

Fazbear

Mike was pushing away Freddy's head, screaming frantically. He tried to look up at the clock. It was 5:59.. If only he could last one more minute... The security guard felt his muscles failing him, his arms getting weaker and Freddy's face inching over to him. He gave up, and heard the beginning of Freddy's death screech. But it wasnt there. Freddy was walking out of the Office. Bells were echoing from the clock. Mike opened his eyes. His mouth was open as Phone Guy slowly stood up. "Holy shit." Mike sputtered out. Phone Guy mended Mike's arm and the injured guard nodded in thanks. Phone Guy soon left, leaving Mike in the Office. He had almost died. He was grateful that he survived as he stood up, and slowly walked outside the pizzeria. Mike slowly sat on the leather seating of his Sedan and started it up, driving away. He drove slowly, knowing that he shouldnt die from a car accident when he survived an animatronic attack.

When he reached his apartment, Mike flopped on the couch, tired, and blacked out. He dreamt of the animatronics actually getting him, snapping his bones, stuffing him into an animatronic suit. Mike soon woke up to the pain of his left arm, the one which was injured. He groaned and looked at the at the alarm clock. It was 2 PM, and he had quite some time to do something.

So he took the opportunity to pay a visit to the manager. He drove to the pizzeria in his blue Sedan and parked in the Employee space. He locked the Sedan and walked towards the entrance of the pizzeria. He opened the door and saw children playing around, listening to the animatronics, eating, or singing with the animatronics. Mike trudged over to the manager's office and knocked on the door. A muffled reply, saying "Come in.". Once Mike did, the manager welcomed him. "Ah, hello there my amazing Night Guard? How's the job?" Boss asked, chuckling. Mike seemed shocked by this question. How was this job?!? He almost got killed!! TWICE!! "Yeah, pretty fine, considering the animatronics ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!" Mike burst out. Boss looked confused. "No, they dont." He said. Mike was furious. How could this fat piece of shit think nothing's happening?? "How many Night Guards didnt show up for another night, huh?!?" Mike retaliated. Boss sighed "They didnt come back for another night because it was too little pay.". Mike had enough. He stormed out the manager's office and punched open the door to the pizzeria open, walking to his Sedan. Mike got it and slammed the door shut, driving back home. It was 3:42 PM already. He had just a few more hours to rest before Night Five begins. He walked to his apartment, and ate, laid down on the couch, and closed his eyes.