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Seven

( not mine )

Seven:
Not What It Seems
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  "She's dead."

  There had been silence on the other line for a long while. But, this time Mike had the patience to wait a moment. He was able to stay silent before a voice was heard on the other line.

  "H-how'd it happen?"

  Jeremy's voice cracked just slightly. It broke Mike's heart how much it must've ached for him to find out this news over the telephone.

  "Never mind," Jeremy squeaked. "I-I'm coming over. Just give me your address and I'll be good to go." He said this with a tone of confidence inside him. Mike found it funny how his voice changed depending on the situation. But, decided to say nothing of it.

  Mike give the boy his address before the two hung up on one another.

  Mike finally sighed and laid down on his mocha shaded couch. He closed his eyes and before he knew it, he'd been fast asleep.

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7:00 PM

  Mike awoke at seven. Although he'd gotten a ton of rest, somehow he was still incredibly exhausted. Though not too much to the point where he'd fall back asleep. But, overall he was pretty tired. Strangely, Mike wasn't pretty when he was tired.

  But, upon remembering that he was going to have a guest over—that definitely did the trick. Mike sprung off the bed, not literally, and he rubbed his eyes, his vision going from blurry to clear.

  Mike yawned, pushing his heavy body up off the couch and he was able to balance himself up. He did his best to maintain his steady balance and walk into his bathroom. Based off his appearance, you could easily tell what was underneath Mile. Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. Layers of it.

  A simple change of clothing would do the trick. Mike walked out of the bathroom, pulling open the door and then exiting. He did the same with his bedroom door except he entered. His bedroom was nothing too fancy. It'd been simply hardwood floors with a bed thrown into the middle of it all. Then, there'd been a small tv in front of it. Again, nothing too fancy.

  Mike changed into more casual yet comfy clothes. This consisting of a plain white t-shirt and a plaid red and black sweater over it. He wore the same exact jeans he'd already been wearing and decided to add a beanie along with it.

  Mike proceeded to walk out of his bedroom and walked through the halls.

  "Living hell," Mike murmured to himself. He hadn't been sure what he was implying at but that certainly did apply to the animatronics. But, whatever it was, it sure would fit.

  Mike then went back to his certain spot on the couch. Coincidentally, his doorbell had rung a pattern of three times. Mike signed at the second chime and force himself up at the third.

  He walked up, unlocking his front door. He opened it to find a younger and shorter male. It was a teen with curly brown locks of hair and he looked slightly lost. "I'm Jeremy." His voice sounded the same as it had through the telephone. Mike chuckled at that.