mega long chapter becuz i feel bad for yall and because i missed doing this lowkey😭😭😭 ilyg anddd i hope u enjoy dis chapterrr (fyi 3860 words😭) i lit wrote this chapter in like two sittings also forgive typos i wanted this out as soon as possible!!!!
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⚠ TW!!!:mentions of SUICIDE and SELF-HARM.
𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘.
so, basically,
what you were doing now wasn't the best of things...
you know, the two night guards rule?
yeah. officially broken. but michael is quitting as soon as this last shift is over. or so he told you.
he didn't really talk to you that much about what he's been up to lately. you told him about your studies, jobs, etc etc, but when you asked him what he had been doing the past decade, he brushed off the question. you didn't want to pressure him into responding, and so it was left at that.
you could remember all the sleepless nights you spent crying over him, now all just so you meet up again? life really liked to torture people, didn't it.
right now it was 12AM, you were both in the office.
this would be the final night, marking these treacherous endeavors with death as over!
the tight, quiet space was occasionally interrupted by consistent burring of the monitors as they displayed imagery containing the pizzeria's eerily empty halls. "you know," the once longing silence was cut off by the deep voice of michael.
"i'm not as immature as back then." the man would croak, a tinge of amusement lacing his voice. "i'd say i've grown."
the casual conversation from before entering the office was cut short, but now it was resumed, if only for a little while. michael's hands grabbed ahold of the tablet perched on the table, his gaze scanning the surroundings of the cameras, as he seemingly didn't have much else to add to his small observation, if it was one.
"that so?" your eagerness to tease his old self seemed to perplex michael, his eyes momentarily landing onto yours before they returned to what he was focused on, or what he was supposed to be focused on. for some, totally unknown reason, his hands were fidgeting over the edges of the tablet, his thumbs brushing over the high peaks before leading down it's slick sides. you couldn't help but notice the veins spread across his large hands in the light offered by the office.
