Five Nights at Fazbear's -- Awake.

Chapter Three: Awake.

"DAVE!"

Dave awoke with a start, to be met with the sight of Mitch hovering over his bedside. The Mitch in question let out a chuckle, sighing slightly. "Ho-kay, dude, take a second to breathe."

Dave sits up, absolutely fuming. "Mitch- what the fuck was that about? What in god's name is your problem?"

Mitch chuckles, heartily. "I've been trying to wake you up for like, five straight minutes, man. We've gotta get going if we wanna make it in time for opening hours."

Dave rubs his eyes, slumping down slightly in bed. "Mitch. What time is it right now...?"

Mitch rubs his scruffy chin for a second, thinking. "Well, let's see. I figured I'd let you sleep in a little, and then we'd just get ready a little quicker, you know? So...give or take, quarter to six?" Dave pauses his slumpage, staring forward blankly.

"Quarter to six. Five forty-five. Five forty-five in the morning."

Mitch laughed boisterously at Dave's utter horror. "I take it you aren't the bright-and-early type?" He chuckled more, standing up. He pats Dave's leg. "C'mon, I'll make you some more coffee." And with that, he left the room, still snickering to himself down the hallway.

Grumbling, Dave climbed out of bed, tossing his blanket aside. Blanket. Glorified towel. The damn thing must've been four square feet in diameter.

Waking him up at quarter to six- what the fuck was this guy on? He wasn't in high school anymore, he didn't have to catch the damn bus. Dave reached for the doorknob, then paused. Looking down to see that he was still wearing the same clothes as he was yesterday, he gave himself a cautionary sniff. Yeah no, he was gonna need to change. He unzipped his bag, and reached inside.

Toothbrush, no- tie, not the occasion- cologne, actually, maybe.

Dave's head was killing him. He needed to remind himself to head out to the pharmacy and pick up some Ibuprofen, wherever that was.

Come to think of it- this was a brand new area for him. It could be a good thing for him to get out and around for a walk around town, sometime- get acquainted with the area, and all the local digs. I mean, hell- he knew his hometown like the back of his hand- why shouldn't this place be the same?

Though, to be fair, that place was a little hard to forget.

Selecting a simple fresh green t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Dave got dressed- giving himself a quick once-over in the reflection of his bedroom window. Despite himself, he felt pretty good today. Green always was his color. He left the room, and walked down the hallway. The sound of boiling water came from the kitchen- along with faint humming. Dave entered, seeing Mitch grabbing a couple of coffee filters from a box. Dave took a seat at the table, speaking up.

"I recognize that tune. What are you humming?"

Mitch looked over his shoulder, chuckling somewhat bashfully. "Oh, ah- it's a classical piece, so I wouldn't be shocked if you've heard it before, dude. Les Cloches du Monastère. It's French."

"Didn't take you for a classical guy, to be honest." Dave chuckled.

"It's pretty, huh? They play it all the time at work, so, it gets stuck in my head a lot."

"They play a French classical piece all the time at your workplace- being...a pizza place?"

Mitch laughed, pouring hot water into one of the coffee filters. "Yeah, it plays through the animatronics, for the kids? Something something, edutainment."