"Doug?" I asked. "But I heard you were dead!"
"Yeah, but I quit," he replied.
"Same," said Vincent. "It was kinda boring."
I looked at Mike. He shrugged.
"Now," said Vincent. "Where were we?"
"Not killing me?" Mike suggested.
"Thanks for reminding me," said Vincent.
Mike grabbed me, unlocked the door, and escaped, locking the two dead-but-not-dead assholes in.
"Now what?" I asked him.
"We're not safe in there," said Mike. "And if they happened to escape, Doug knows where you live."
"And Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is right next door, so they could just waltz right in," I said. "Which just leaves..."
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"Is this the same hotel room you used last time we met?" I asked. He nodded.
The room looked much smaller than I remembered. It was just a standard hotel room, with a microwave and coffee machine just outside the bathroom, two beds, a TV, a safe, and a minifridge. The only things out of the ordinary were a Nintendo 64 and a typewriter which clearly had never been used.
"I can't believe you live in this thing," I said.
"I didn't become moderately wealthy so talking fox demons could criticize my home," Mike replied, mock offended. "Now, here's how this is going to work: we sleep in separate beds. No trying to get in in the middle of the night, no acting like you're some kind of demonic teddy bear, and most certainly no cuddling."
"Okay," I said, "but I get to use the typewriter whenever I want."
"Fine with me."
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Mike's Last Stand
FanficACT I She will come back. She always does. We have a place for her. The body is dead, but the head remains. I like toast. Fazbear's Fright, built on top of where Freddy Fazbear's Pizza used to be, is a new horror attraction designed by former secu...
