Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

Two-Day Vacation

Mike was lying face-down on his couch, sleeping. His snores filled the air of a boring Saturday morning, 10 AM, to be precise. What he needed now was a good rest, some food to eat, water to drink, and just relax. Finally, the first week was over. It was still February, time was passing by so slow, that if a snail would race against time, the snail would have gotten to the finish line before time could simply step out of the starting line. Mike sighed and soon woke up, at 11 AM. Doll was getting groceries, as she always does on Saturday mornings. Mike looked around his apartment, finding his old baseball. He chuckled and he remembered where he had gotten that at the pizzeria which he had loved, the same one which he now hates. That thought crossed his mind and a chill went up Mike's spine. He squeezed the baseball bat, or at least tightened his grip, and placed it back in its place of origin. He didnt quite remember a certain part of his childhood. All he remembered before the gap was he was at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, eating cake, and then... Nothing.. Not until he remembered waking up at his home..

"Well.." He looked around, bored. "Wait, what about that Phone Guy...?" Mike wondered about the strange man, who had always stuttered. That man had obvious mental problems.. But did he really..? Mike sighed, walking around, picking up a very old book... "Strangers on a Train.". Mike loved that book, especially it's plotline. That Hancock movie was amazing, and he watched it a few years ago and spent what little money he had on it. Mike remembered that foolish decision and sighed once more. No more than five minutes later, Mike realized, and ran with a HUGE, Extreme speed to his mailbox, and thunked it open, finding a check for 120 Dollars. "YES!!!" He shouted in joy. His work was payed off, even if its barely above a hundred bucks. This first check had given him money, and thats all he needed. All he needed for the ring. He just needed to survive one year. He was so happy, on the verge of tears. As he went back inside, he continued resting, now on the bed, a comfy place to be sleeping...

It was not until 2 AM that Doll returned and smiled at the sleeping Mike. Doll walked up to him and laid down next to him... And they both slept.