TTS ➵ fnaf

Eighteen

(mine)

Eighteen:
Freddy's Tune
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Mike slammed the car doors closed and sprinted to his apartment like a child impatient for Christmas. He was happy to be home. He ran up the stairs with mere joy, (but also because there were no elevators in this apartment).

Mike stopped halfway, his breathing uneven and now replaced with fury. He clenched and unclenched his red fists slowly. Feeling his back pocket for house keys, but really, there were only his car keys. Mike muttered swear words under his breath. He called out a "fuck" or a small "damn" every now and then. He headed back down the stairs, practically stomping for the whole building to hear.

Mike wanted to yell.

But, he didn't.

Instead of taking the simpler solution, he headed to his old friend, Doll. Mike refused to drive back to a place he despised. But, Doll, he despised slightly less. Which Mike was fine with because he actually felt like sharing his feelings. He figured the bottle blonde girl would understand. She always seemed like a therapeutic type person. Which calmed Mike but he never said this aloud.

Mike drove to her house, thinking of the last time he'd seem her, which only felt like yesterday. But, really was over a year ago.

Mike drifted into an alternate world in his mind while he drove, ignoring all the stop signs and red lights as he let his brain do the work for him. Mike thought about a world where his life was much more thrilling.

Before he knew it, Mike was already at Doll's house. He was now in a calm neighborhood, a much more relaxed zone. Doll's house looked the exact same, but less clean. But, it was still as much of a palace as last time. Mike practically made his way as if it was his own household. He knocked once, then twice, three times total.

But, got bored waiting. He turned the doorknob and it opened. Doll seemingly left the front door open, but there'd been no sign of her inside. It was deadly quiet and it felt eery. The marbled floors and the silver chandelier really accented the place, thought the perfection made it scarier. Mike shut the door, knowing that Doll wasn't expecting any guests.

"Doll?"

His raspy voice echoed through the empty floors.

  But, she didn't seem to be present. The white carpet seemed a bit more beige and brown than white. Mike wondered if Doll kept this place clean. But, knowing her she was a perfectionist. Had she gone away for a trip? Mike refused to believe that.

He looked around, walked around, humming to himself a tune. Freddy's tune.

  Mike walked around, not wanting to check every room. But, surely Doll would have heard him come in.

  Mike walked around, passing portraits of unknown people and drawings of fruits in a bowl. He passed the lounge room, and found himself in the kitchen. The kitchen was empty, just a white, old kitchen. Didn't seem to be in use for a while.

  Mike walked back to the living room, he nearly tripped on the carpet, grabbing the wall to stable himself. The beige walls had fancy light switches that Mike had no clue how to use, he accidentally switched one on and immediately switched it off again. He heard a distant open and a quick shut. Confused, Mike switched it again, slowly.