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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘰𝘣

Michael pulled up to where he worked at, your heart pounding in your chest. Michael's hand still rested on your inner thigh where it had sat the entire car ride, he glanced at you.

"Are you ready, (___)?" He asked, you blinked before nodding. He smiled, giving your thigh a light pat as he unlocked the car, opening his door. He cloes the door behind him, walking over to your side, pulling your door open.

"Thank you, Mike." You smile, he reaches for your hand to hold. He fiddles with his keys in his other hand, managing to lock the car.

He then whispers, "You look amazing by the way." You chuckle.

"You told me like a hundred times, Mike." He grins at you, he just could never stop complimenting you. You were all he ever saw, all he was attracted to, all he wanted and needed was you and you alone.

"And I will tell you a hundred times more until you get annoyed by me." He cooed, the two of walking side-by-side to the front entrance.

"As if. I don't think I can ever get annoyed by you, Michael." You laugh, causing him to playfully nudge you with his shoulder.

You both walk a little ways into the dark building, Michael's hand never seperating from yours. Soon, a elevator comes into your view, you both enter it and a masculine voice begins speaking.

     The voice giving you and Michael directions of what you will need to dp for that shift. The voice mentioning 'Ballora's Gallery' and other places, you were intrigued by it all.

     "This is what Mike does every night almost? Wow." It seems a little difficult, especially imagining him being by himself having to do it all. Soon, the elevator lead the two of you to a room with deep green coloring in the atmosphere. On the left and right side of the compact room was glass window, they were too dark to allow you to see inside.

    Infront of the mentioned wimdows were electric boxes with two butttons with red and blue coloring. The voice on the intercom spoke about going through Ballora's Gallery, but before we needed to do that, we had to check up on her first.

       "Honey, can you check on Ballora while I worry about Foxy?" Michael asked, you pull your hand from his with a smile.

"Of course." You replied, pressing the blue button on the box to the left. A bright spotlight casted on the robotic ballerina's stage, showimg no sign of Ballora at all. You puffed out before nudging Michael, he hummed as a respomd.

"Should I shock her? She isn't on her stage." He turns around to look into Ballora's room, nodding.

"Yea, just don't go overboard with it." The red button lights up as your finger pressed down. A buzz sound fills the air, it suddenly stops. Ballora's room goes dark once again before you pressed the blue button to see if she appeared. To your luck, she did, she was extremely pretty.

"Oh wow, she's gorgeous." You whispered. Ballora spun around very slowly in the spotlight, she was elegant in her movements, for a secomd, you completely forgot she was a robot. Her movements looked so fluid and life-like to be fake, honestly.

You got so caught up in watching her, you didn't realize Michael had been calling you. He only managed to grasp your attention by placing his hands on your hips.

"(____), I need your full attention right now, please." He whispered, turning you by your hips to face him. You gulped, not expecting him to be so close, not that you were complaining.

"We are going to have to pass by Ballora's Gallery in a second. So, we can repair something going on with the electricity." He explained, back away from you, allowing you to breathe. Just as he did so, the power went out, you groaned.