The Escapee [M. Schmidt || Five Nights At Freddy's Movie]

Chapter 2

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Later that day, Mike was sat in a waiting room with his right knee bouncing staring off into space, "Number 27?... Number 27?" Mike looked up at her, "Number 27?" A woman repeated and he stood up.

The woman showed him to a room, where he sat in front of a man's desk as the career counsellor behind the desk looked over Mike's file, the name plaque on the desk read Steve Raglan, "What is your deal, Mike?" He looked at Mike through his glasses, "What are you, some kind of... Head case?" Mike stayed quiet, "You beat up a man in broad daylight... In front of his child," Steve recalled.

Mike remembered the young boy who he thought was being kidnapped yelling 'Daddy' as Mike was punching the man in the fountain.

"That was a mistake. Um... It was a misunderstanding. I-I thought..." Mike struggled.

Steve looked back at Mike's file and leaned back in his chair a little, "Just look at your employment record. Tire Zone, sales associate, two months, terminated. Insubordination. Media World, custodial staff, one week... It's like you're not even trying here, yet you sit before me asking for help. I am just trying to figure out who you are, Mr Michael Sch..." Steve trailed off and looked back at Mike who was looking at him, "Hmm... Coffee?" Steve offered.

"Sorry?" Mike questioned at the random change.

"Uh, would you," Steve stood up, putting the file down, "Would you like some... Some coffee?" He walked over to his coffee pot, "I made some coffee," Steve said.

Mike watched him confusedly, "...No..."

Steve poured himself a cup and placed the jug back into the hatch, holding the cup as he kept his back to Mike, "I'm... I'm gonna be brutally honest with you here, Mike," His voice started to sound nervous as he continued, "Given your track record, your options... Are gonna be extremely limited," Steve told him.

"I'll take anything, okay? Any... Any job you got," Mike replied as he turned his head to him.

Steve turned around, looking at Mike, "No. No," He shook his head and walked back over to his chair, placing the cup down, "Look, I-I get that part, um, it's just..." He sat down shrugging his shoulder, "You know, it's not that easy..."

"Yeah. Thank you," Mike dismissed in a defeated tone as he stood up from his seat, moving towards the door.

Steve decided to tell him, "I have a job for you," Stopping the young man in his tracks, Mike turned to him confusedly and Steve beckoned him back over to the chair, "Come on, sit down. Sit, sit, sit, sit," Steve said.

Mike walked back over to the chair and sat down, "Okay, uh, well, what is it?" He asked.

Steve rested his arms on his desk as he leaned forward a little, "It's a security gig," He kept his voice steady as he started to tell Mike about the job, "Full disclosure: it's not great, right? High turnover. That's what we call it in the business," He clasped his hands together and pointed at the young man, "But you get to be your own boss. Sort of. And you only have to worry about one thing. Keeping people out. And...And, you know, and keep the place tidy," Steve told him.