Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Twelve; NIGHT THREE IS UPON US

My motivation and any ideas I come up with while trying to make this chapter:

That's all I have to say for myself.

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I'm surprised I haven't found a ridiculously dumb way to get killed yet, Mike thought as he sat in his chair. He had gotten to the office early, as there was nothing else to do with his depressing life. (A/N: Ngl Mike's sounding sorta relatable-) He flipped through the cameras, taking in all of the rooms of this dreaded place Mike had learned not to miss. Why do they even bother hiring security guards here? All it does is risk getting lawsuits due to the fact most of them end up dead. That, among other similar questions, was what Michael thought about as he waited for 12:00Am. 

When Mike finally looked at the clock on the monitors, he realized his shift had now begun. One of the first things he did was check his logbook, and what did he find? A message! Obviously, what we're you thinking he would find? A piece of candy congratulating him on getting this far? Fazbear Entertainment was not that kind.

"It's really you... IT'S ME" with a second message written below it stating, "do you remember?" Mike blinked as he looked at the page for a bit, before mumbling quietly, "Pretty sure I know what you mean, you're lucky I already have most of this figured out, Evan." He froze as he realized the name he had just said. Evan, the name he hadn't spoken in so long, it had just- come so naturally to him...

He sighed, turning on the camera monitor and putting it on Pirate's Cove. He now knew Foxy couldn't tell when the camera was being used or not, so keeping it there really helped.

"Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight."

Michael jumped as he heard the phone guy begin talking, to be honest, Mike had sort of forgotten this dude existed. Although, what did he mean by 'Things start getting real tonight'?

"Uh, Hey, listen. I had an idea. If you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead. Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to, stuff a metal skeleton into you. (A/N: I saw someone interpret this as accidental SL Foreshadowing- It's interesting-) I wonder how that would work. Y-Yeah, never mind, scratch that. I-It's best just, not to get caught."

"Uh, ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side!"

Typical of him to try and convince me they didn't die, Mike thought with a roll of his eyes. Sad that this guy's probably dead, he is actually kinda funny, he thought. I mean, why else would Mike have been hired?