I woke up with the whole sheet wrapped around my body. I have no idea how that happened. Just my natural greediness, I guess.
Mike was already awake and typing something on his laptop. I bounced over to his bed to see what he was writing. Some sort of horror story, I guess. I couldn't really tell from down here.
"Put the sheets back, Greed," Mike said. "It's time to get serious." I wiggled out of the sheet.
"What we need," said Mike, "is a way to get inside the building without the two zombies noticing."
"We could just sneak in while the attraction is open," I suggested.
"Might as well," Mike responded. "It's not like I had a plan or anything..."
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We walked in after a small family.
"I can't believe people are taking their kids here," Mike said. "What happened here was definitely not kid-friendly."
The two of us walked around some more until we found the two zombies, playing Go Fish.
"Oh, hey, you're back," said Vincent. "How have you been?"
"Not bad," I said. "I have been feeling a little more tired, though..."
"Crap," said Vincent. "Do you think it's--"
"NO." I said. "It's not. It can't be."
"How else have you been feeling recently?" he asked.
"SHUT UP!!!" I shouted and ran out. Mike followed.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"He seems to think I've combined with my former henchmen, Pride, Lust, and Sloth. But that's ridiculous."
But then I realized: since coming to Earth, I'd been lazier, I'd been longing for Mike, and I had been a little...
Prideful.
Crap.
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Mike's Last Stand
FanfictionACT 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...
