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a few weeks after the suit incident, it appeared to have gone missing. a horror attraction opened up, which, well, didn't sound all that exciting, but you soon found out that the attraction had incorporated the animatronic parts you stumbled into on that night. the thought made you wonder if the suit, too, was somewhere in there... it didn't matter, though, because the building went up in flames. something about faulty wiring, or so you read on the newspaper. michael told you that his father had left him a request prior to his death; for him to go to sister location and free elizabeth's soul. like, what was michael supposed to say? yeah, thanks dad, for leaving these chores onto me and making me go into life threatening situations all because you couldn't do these things yourself!
he had to do it, if not for william's sake, then for elizabeth's.
and, considering the bond you two had formed these past weeks, you decided to stick together.
(imagine this is roblox fnaf co-op bc ik thsi isnt qllowed btur i cant ehelp ti)
you'd work at sister location and you'd also work to free elizabeth. apparently, her soul was trapped inside of circus baby, the lead singer of the band with persian red pigtails and.. formerly blue eyes. surely, it couldn't have been a coincidence that baby's eyes changed after elizabeth was crushed inside of her, right? especially since her eyes were the color of elizabeth's... green. and, considering the other haunted animatronics you two have had to deal with, this didn't seem all that unnatural. perhaps the funtimes weren't all haunted. although they sure acted strange.
getting hired was the... semi-easy part.
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currently on your way to a nearby cafe, you were idly chatting with michael about how the experience might be. you had gotten some employee uniforms, just like the last place, and you and michael matched pretty well.
the day was relatively sunny, round, pure white clouds that looked to be sculpted out of marble framed the marigold sun and littered the cerulean sky. not very fitting for the events you were about to experience, but you had to make due. at least it gave a bit of a positive attitude to you both, that was something, right?
despite your minds being on the night to come, you were still willing to enjoy a steaming cup of coffee in town before it. the streets weren't very busy, fortunately for you, since that meant you could truly relax without the usual bustling sounds filling out the background noise. you could think clearly. the dark oak chair scruffed over the concrete as you had pulled it out and took a seat at the outdoor terrace of a cafe, your brunette companion following your movements on the opposite side of the small rounded table.
his dark hair fell over his eyes as he leaned over the table, his elbows making contact with the surface. his hands cupped together in the air as he settled in his seat, and he gave a noticeable smirk. "so, do these little hangouts count as da-" before he could finish his sentence, your hand met with his forehead in a flick. he pulled back off the table, staring with widened eyes at you. there was a moment of silence as he registered what you had just done. "what was that f-" and yet again before the rest of the word managed to form on the tip of his tongue, you had spoken. "you speak too much." you slyly grin, your head tilting as it leaned into the palm of your hand. "you sounded like mark," you then leaned off the table, gazing down. "that's why."
with a small exhale, michael said no more. it seemed he was willing to listen to your critique and act on it, not speaking any more. a lazy smile was curving his lips vaguely as he eyed you over, almost not even realizing his actions.
you were gazing down at the menu, reading over the different coffees you could get.
he loved gazing at your face, the way your eyes skimmed across the menu, how one side of your face was lit up with a golden hue, the way the breeze lightly ruffled your hair, how your eyes twinkled, soon seeing his own reflection in them as you had looked up... ah fuck.
you can't help the small smile that grows on your face. "what?" raising a brow, you inquire. michael doesn't say anything for a moment, his eyes finding some place else to look at, as if he had been caught and he needed to lie his way out of the situation.
"nothing.." the man murmurs, his attention landing back onto you, and chuckles at your skeptical look. you don't say anything else, staring down at the piece of paper before you, before your eyes lingered across the edges of the table and landed on michael's hand, watching his fingers lightly drum the surface. this time, you didn't catch his gaze on you. he was looking somewhere else entirely, towards the open road.
feeling as if you may have offended him with your comment, due to his silence, you thought of a quip. "ya know... for someone who used to act so cocky, i didn't expect that."
his gaze lands back onto you at the sound of your voice. god, did he love your voice.. he could listen to it for hours and he would never get bored... scratch that; for a lifetime. as he spent the next 5 seconds daydreaming about the person right in front of him, he realized it was pretty stupid of him not to respond.
"huh?" to michael's response, you elaborated. "you to be crawling back to me." you stick out your tongue playfully, and you swear you saw his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. his little 'huh' wasn't even because he didn't understand what you said, it was because he wasn't listening. funny how his attention was solely on you, and yet he couldn't remember the words that left your mouth. daydreaming about someone should be reserved for when you aren't on a supposed date with them.
"oh- uh.." nope, he still didn't get what you said. he wanted to play it off, but he really didn't know what to say. god, why was he fumbling so much with his words just.. now of all times? he felt the rapid beating of his heart and the goosebumps that arose along his forearms. he pulled them under the table so you couldn't see. finally, clearing his throat, his mind settled and he was about to speak up.
oh, but to his rescue came the waitress, salvaging his soon-to-be pathetic attempts at speaking to you. her voice brought both of your attentions onto her, and with a small smile, she asked you if you were ready to order something.
"yes please, i'll just have an americano." you order, michael's own order echoing after yours. with a click of the waitress' pen, she announced she'd be back with your coffee's, and that left you and michael gazing back at each other again.
"so- what were you going to say?" to michael, it seemed as if he was just saved, but as you asked that question... he was brought back in the same position, the fake wall of security crashing down into dust. "uhh..." with a silly grin, michael rubbed his neck and came up with an excuse or something. "i forgot."
believing him, because what reason would you have not to, you gave a knowing look. he just sheepishly smiled back at you.
"well," you inhale a bigger breath before sighing it out. "what do you think about.. you know, the job? think we'll survive this one?" at first, your question gave out only curiosity, but as the last of the words left your mouth it was clear you were also being playful. he loved that.
"guess we'll see, huh?" michael's arms crossed and he rested them on the table, leaning on them. to his words, you gave a small nod, his words echoing out of your own mouth. "guess we'll see..."
