Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

Reversal

Mike woke up on his couch. "Ughh." He moaned and stood up, falling. His legs failed him, yep they were asleep. Mike faceplanted and stood back up, continuing to walk to his sedan. This was Night Five of the first week. He sighed, opening the car's door. Once sitting down in the carseat, he started up the engine, and a rusty groan from the car echoed. "Wait til' I get that paycheck." He muttered and began driving the sedan to the restaurant. Mike parked his car and grabbed the keys to the building, walking inside. Last night, he was almost killed... Again....

Mike walked inside the Dining Area, glancing towards the Show Stage, where the three main fuckboys reside. He glanced to the side, and saw the Fox animatronic's shelter, Pirate Cove. The Kitchen was strangely... Boarded off.. "Whatever." Mike said bluntly and walked down the West Hallway, to the West Hallway Corner, and into the Office. Before he could even sit down, the clock dinged, signaling 12 AM. Mike then switched on the camera, setting it on Pirates Cove. He had a plan for the fifth night. He checked the lights on both sides, and then checked Pirates Cove, lights, Cove, lights, Cove, it was endless. Mike continued this, every minute, getting more and more tired.

When he continued doing the cycle for forty minutes, Bonnie peeked from the door, and he slammed it shut, cursing. He continued checking the lights and the Cove, opening the door when Bonnie wasnt there. 1 AM Rang. Here was the tricky pa-"Hue hue hue..." A distorted laugh echoed through the restaurant. Freddy. Mike checked both lights, closed the right door, and checked the Cove. He didnt want risk an attack from Freddy.

Mike repeatedly continued this, closing the doors when Bonnie or Chica got too close. Foxy was now almost off the camera. The security guard cursed, but was interrupted by the ring of 2 AM and the distant clattering of pots. Either that was Freddy or Chica, and Mike didnt want to know. He checked the lights once more, closed the right door, checked on Foxy. Foxy was still there. A few minutes later, Foxy was on the run, and Mike immediately slammed the door shut, and the right door as well. He checked Pirates Cove, and Foxy was peeking out already. He opened the left door and the right door, checking the lights. He closed the right door and checked Foxy.

It was only 3 AM, and Mike was getting tired and drowsy from the cycle. He grunted, Bonnie and Chica on both doors. Mike groaned and used the lights button, to see if they went yet. Bonnie fled, but Chica was still there. He checked Foxy, and the animatronic was still in his normal, peeking state. 4 AM Now. Mike still didnt check his power. With the haunting footsteps and giggling of Freddy, Mike checked the Cove, but before that, he closed the right door. Foxy was almost on his way to the Office. Mike cursed and opened the right door, checking the lights and glanced at the power... It was only 20%. And it was 4:20 AM. "Shit." He muttered, checking the lights, closing the door, checking the Cove.

This cycle continued on until 5 AM, where Mike had barely any power. 3% left, and 5:36. It was impossible to accomplish such a task. Mike didnt move anymore. Foxy was running down the Dining Area. 2%. Bonnie was inside the Office. Freddy was there as well. 1% Chica looked down at the flinching Night Guard. Foxy was in the West Hallway Corner... 0%. Foxy barely peeked out. Bonnie and Chica left, leaving Freddy there, with Mike. It was 5:52. Everything was dark, silent, the "dum dum dum" of Freddy, and the footsteps. Phone Guy hadnt called today, but how could he after the previous night? Everything went silent, and the tune started up, the Toreador March. Freddy's eyes gleaming in the dark. Mike sighed and flipped off Freddy, and 6 AM hit. "Thank god it wasnt one of those cliches where i'd almost get out." Mike chuckled, walking out the Office, to the West Hallway, following the path to the Dining Area, and outside to his sedan, saluting the restaurant goodbye... At least for two days. He'd have to come back by Monday. Today was Friday, after all. Mike started up the sedan and headed home. Two days of vacation. Finally.