DATE: AUGUST 7TH, 2014
TIME: 5:43 A.M.
(POV: UNKNOWN)
A gentle breeze soundlessly flows through the blinds of a carelessly left open window, the cool touch settling over the room. This room was part of a quaint apartment, not too small yet it was certainly not large. Though you couldn't blame the one inhabiting the apartment, he was young and foolish which you will soon discover the lengths of some of his choices cause him. But not right now, right now it's peaceful and perhaps the boy will change his mind. Though humans are such a simple minded species, when money knocks on his door I'm sure he will answer.
TIME: 9:03 A.M.
(POV: MIKE SCHMIDT)
I groan as my eyes flick open, only to be stabbed by the light shining in from the outside world. I moan again in complaint turning over and looking at my clock, waiting for my eyes to focus and shake off the sleep that's clouding my vision. Slowly, my eyes adjust showing a clock blinking in green digits, 9:03 A.M.
"Why did I wake myself up so early" I mumble in complaint to myself, sitting up grogley my back cracking as I do so.
I yawn quietly slowly sliding out of bed, a pizza box from my dinner before toppling off the my unmade bed and landing with the other trash littered over the floor. My eyes dazily scan over it as I shuffle out of the room I'll get that later I thought,though deep down I knew it wasn't true. I've been telling myself I would clean the place up for a month now, but never really gotten to it despite having nothing else to do with my life.
Taking slow, lazy driven steps I proceed into the kitchen, grabbing the rusty cobert handle opening it in search of food. It's hinges squeak in complaint, and my stomach soon joins it in an annoyed symphony seeing that there's no food.
'Just great, I'm broke and foodless' I think grumpily running a hand through my sleep tousled hair, my stomach growling again this time louder
"yah, yah I hear you. You can be quiet now" I mumble out loud, because it's perfectly normal to have a conversation with your stomach.
I sigh and slide down in the single chair at the table, the green plastic of it squeaking as the bare skin of my arm scratches against it. I stare off into space for a moment, before shaking my head and picking up the old paper from who-knows-how-long-ago. My eyes once again skip to the tiny job search in the corner that I circled with a red crayon ( HEY, DON'T BLAME ME I COULDN'T FIND A PEN!). It was some job as a night guard for the pizza place down the street. It doesn't seem that hard, I mean who would really want to sneak in to steal a kid's robotic bear?... Well actually I take that back, there's some pretty 'different' people in this world. But that's not the point, I need to stay focused. I shake my head at my inner dialogue, perhaps I was going insane. I mean is it normal to be talking to yourself this much I ask myself, then facepalm and I just did it again...great I'm a nutjob.
I sigh and get up with the ad in hand, perhaps I'll fit in with my soon to be animatronic friends. I mean I need the money, and it doesn't seem that hard, plus I think being cooped up this much is making more than a few screws loose inside my head.
"So that's it, starting tomorrow you're looking at the new nightguard of Freddy Fazbear's" I say triumphantly out loud, pointing two fingers at the fridge and making a clicking noise with my teeth
'...yah I should probably get help...'
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5 Nights
Fanfiction(Idea inspired by the hit video game 5 Nights at Freddy's ) A game with so many unanswered questions leaves players wondering more about each character and what twisted backstory they must have. This is a novel writen from multiple pov's combining m...
