Five Nights at Freddy's

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Mike sat on the chair, his foot tapping slightly.

"Number 27?"

He was lost in his thoughts.

"Mike"

"Number 27?", the voice echoed. "Number 27?"

Mike turned his head to the lady who was calling his number. Mike looked at Autumn and she nodded.

"I'll wait for you here", she said softly.

"Follow me", the lady said and Mike got up. He followed the lady.

Humming a tone quietly, an old man, Steve Raglan, scanned the papers. He turned on his chair to Mike. "Mm", Steve hummed. He stayed quiet for a moment. "What is your deal, Mike? What are you, some kind of...", he paused as he looked down at the papers. He then looked at Mike. "...head case?"

Mike said nothing.

"You beat up a man in broad daylight", Steve said. Mike's mind went back to the scene from before, him beating up the man. "In front of his child"

Mike shifted slightly in his seat.

"Daddy!", the lonely boy screamed. People screamed. A man pulled Mike back from the man, Mike was panting.

"That was a mistake. Um...", Mike paused. "It was a misunderstanding. I-I thought-"

"Just look at your employment record", Steve cut him. "Tire Zone, sales associate, two months, terminated. Insubordination. Media World, custodial staff, one week. It's like you're not even trying here, yet you sit before me asking for help. I am just trying to figure out who you are, Mr. Michael Sh...", Steve paused. He leaned forwards slightly and looked at Mike with piercing eyes. "Hmm", he hummed. He then leaned back and placed the papers down. "Coffee?"

"Sorry?", Mike asked. Steve got up.

"Uh, would you, would you like some...some coffee. I made some coffee", Steve said as he walked up to the small coffee maker in the back of the room.

"No", Mike answered. Steve poured coffee in a brown cup.

"I'm-I'm gonna be brutally honest with you here, Mike", Steve said. "Given your track record, your options...", Steve paused and shook his head. "are gonna be extremely limited" He turned to him.

"I'll take anything, ok? Any-any job you got", Mike said.

"No, no", Steve said. He quickly walked up to his desk and sat down. "I-I-I get that part. Um, it's just...you know? It's not that easy"

Mike squeezed his hands and nodded slightly. "Yea. Thank you", he said as he took his suit and got up.

"I have a job for you", Steve said after a second, making Mike stop at the door. "Come on, sit down"

Mike pursed his lips and went back to take a seat.

"Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit", Steve said again, gesturing to sit down. Mike sat down.

"Ok, uh, well, what is it?", Mike asked as he leaned forwards, his elbows on his knees.

"It's a security gig", Steve said. Great. "Full disclosure: it's not great. Right? High turnover. That's what we call it in the business, but you get to be your own boss. Sort of. And you only have to worry about one thing. Keeping people out. And-and, you know, and keep the place tidy"

"That's two things", Mike said. Steve shrugged, opening his palms slightly.

"You want the job or not?", he asked.