Five Nights at Fazbear's -- Awake.

Chapter Two: Conversations.

Mitch reaches up into the overhead cupboard, producing two small white coffee mugs. He sets them down on the counter, grabbing two paper coffee filters.

"You know, I hate to do this to you, man- but we've got about fifteen minutes of chat time before I head to bed. Gotta be up bright and early for the day shift, you know?"

Dave sits at the table, cracking his knuckles absentmindedly.

"Yeah, I get it man- don't sweat it. I wouldn't keep you from your job." Dave drums his fingertips on the table. "So, uh, day shift, huh? Where do you work?"

Mitch chuckles lightly.

"Proud employee of Freddy's my man. I'm a day guard, myself. Watching over the kiddies, cleaning up puke- all that fun stuff."

Dave quirked an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly.

"Freddy's...?"

Mitch snorts a bit. "Uh, yeah man- Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Dave thinks for a moment.

"I, uh, I don't think I've ever heard of it."

Mitch stares at him like that was the most radically offensive- jaw-droppingly baffling thing he's ever heard.

"Dude, WHAT? You've never heard of FREDDY'S?"

"I take it it's uh- a popular spot?"

Mitch finally makes the effort of shutting his big dumb jaw. "Popular- dude, it's the most popular brand in Utah right now! There's locations all over Hurricane!" Mitch takes a sip of his coffee, handing the second mug to Dave. "Seriously man, Freddy's a big deal here."

Dave nods, unable to keep himself from cracking a smile, as he accepts the mug of coffee. "Noted."

Dave looks down at the deep brown coffee in his mug. It looks relatively delicious, and he'd be damned if it didn't smell divine, too. He raised the mug to his lips and took a tentative sip.

The coffee tasted like shit.

But it was all he had. So, he took another sip, choking it down.

Mitch continues. "But yeah. It's a decent job, if a bit tiring. Some stupid teenagers came after hours- a few months, give or take, ago. Long story short- they totally trashed the damn place. Took up until last week for the company to get the location back open for business- so there's a ton of open positions, and stuff." He takes another sip, continuing. "It's been a lot, recently. On top of the usual day guard stuff, I've had to deal with training all these new employees, you know? I love people, but sometimes people get a bit much."

Dave chuckles over his coffee. "Tell me about it."

Mitch leans back in his chair, smiling. "So, Dave- what do you do for work? Now that I've had my rant, I think it's only fair you return the favor."

Dave swallows. He knew this question was coming eventually, now, it's just a manner of playing his cards right- so as to not look like a complete and utter failure. He sets his coffee down.

"I'm uh...kind of...in-between jobs, uhm- right now-" "But I'm on the job hunt, nonstop- I'll find a way to pay my share when it comes time for rent payments, i swear." Dave quickly saves, wringing his hands a bit.

Mitch looks at Dave for a moment, with an unreadable expression. The silence is unbearable.

Mitch furrows his brow a bit. "Well shit man, why didn't you say something before?" He grins. "I can totally help you get a job, man- no sweat."