Born to die (A Mike Schmidt fanfic)

Chapter 6. Goodbye, for now.

Mike decided to surprise me tonight by picking me up for work, I think it's because he knows I can't afford to buy gas. Yellow streetlamps flicker past Mike and I as he drives us over to the pizzeria and my anxiety creeps higher and higher until we pull into the parking lot. I don't want to go in. Little by little, we make our way to the front entrance until I feel myself slowly distancing myself from Mike and walking slower before coming to a halt in front of the glass door. It's like I'm frozen, I can't bring myself to even look into the place. He opens the door and walks in, leaving me behind. My legs won't move no matter how hard I try, and it takes Mike only a few seconds to notice his partner isn't next to him. He turns around shining the torch at me and I shake my head wildly as he looks at me.

"I can't."

He takes two steps toward me, the dark void of the restaurant is surrounding him and I'm so scared something will jump out and take him.

"Yes, you can."

I shake my head again so Mike walks up to where I am. He stands directly in front of me as I tilt my head up a tad to meet his eyes, Mikes height isn't much greater than mine. In one swift move Mike manages to fling me over his shoulder, my bag flies out from my hands, and he reaches down to grab that as well. I don't trash around to get him to release me because I'm so I'm frozen from fear and my muscles have an iron grip. I can feel my chest begin to tighten and my vision blur as I realise I haven't been breathing since he picked me up. Finally , my body forces me to take a breath. 

"You got to get to work one way or another."

"Thanks." I say flatly.

Mike walks us into the office and sets me down. I regain my balance on the ground before walking up to the control panel on the wall and shut down both doors. A small wave of relief washes over me, they can't get me if the doors are down.

"You can't do that Gwen. The power."

What exactly does he mean by that?

"Huh?"

Mike looks lost for words.

"Oh uhm, if you keep both the doors down and the lights on it'll mess with the power... Will- Steve told me that. Didn't he tell you anything about the place?"

I look around the office. What was he going to say?

"I guess not... But please, can we keep the doors down? It'll make me feel a lot better."

"Alright."

Mike waves his hand to me and makes his way to one of the swivel chairs to sit down. I join him and together we sit in silence only this time my brain is making up for the lack of conversation. Millions of thoughts are buzzing through my head at once acting like little voices. Will something happen today? Will this be my final night? I know it's dramatic to think like this but something tells me that I cant afford to underestimate these machines. How on earth was this place kid friendly? I know they didn't roam around during the day trying to murder children otherwise the owner wouldn't have any business! Speaking of the owner, Steve never told me who he was. Come to think of it, I don't know anything about this place and I just gladly snatched the job in desperation for money. I'm so stupid. But, what's with the teeth the animatronics have have? Is that not dangerous?

Having both the doors down is causing the lights and monitors to occasionally turn off and on again. Every time they do I feel my stomach plumet to the ground and once they switch back on again, I frantically search for all the animatronics to make sure they're in place. I feel so sick, and anxiety is pumping through my veins as I try to control my heavy breathing. Both my knees are up to my chin with my head between them as the sickening feeling creeps closer to the centre of my stomach. I want to cry and rip the doors down to leave but I'm frozen from fear again and my muscles are so hard I could be a rock. But, there's nothing I can do. The only thing keeping me from losing my shit is Mikes reassurance as he sits next to me on the other chair, holding my hand.