Five Nights at Freddy's

The Flu

Jeremy was able to get back home without getting wet. Foxy had to take BB to the local store to buy some jelly, so that he would stop his whining, and Foxy asked Jeremy if he'd like a lift home. He jumped at the opportunity. Jeremy's house was a five minute drive away from the apartment, and if one kept traveling straight for another two minutes they would get to the store. Quite convenient living two minutes away from it.

"Again lad, ye be welcome. Now be inside before ye drowns in all this rain. Be very likely that flood season be 'round the corner." said Foxy, slightly losing his pirate accent. He was swallowing all the rain as he talked.

"FOXY!!!" screamed Blake, "WE NEED TO GET THE JELLY OR I AM GONNA BLOW A FUSE!!!"
"I best be off. He'll kill me if I don't." Foxy said, pointing a thumb back at the screaming 12 yr old. "Bye, lad!"
"Bye!!!" answered Jeremy, waving.

Jeremy turned around and walked towards his house. Through the window he saw Mike laying down on the couch, with a box of tissues next to him. 'Must be really sick if he wants me to take over for a whole week!' thought Jeremy.

He inserted his house key into the front door and turned it until the lock clicked. "Mike? You okay?" he said, placing his keys in the bowl on the desk in the hallway.

Mike answered with a loud sniffle and blew his nose into a tissue from the third box he had used. "Do I look like in okay?!" Mike coughed.
"Okay, I'll take that as a no then." said Jeremy, sitting down and turning the television on.

"So how'd it go with Freddy?" asked Mike, opening another box of tissues.
"Oh yeah, why didn't you TELL ME IN PERSON?!!" yelled Jeremy. "What the hey, man?!"
"You were out, remember? At the party?" said Mike, giving his brother a stern look.
"Whatever."
"Grrr...."
"Oh, I'll do it by the way. Sounds fun!"
"Do what?"
"Your job!!! Duh!"
"Yeah... That."
"What?"
"Dude, just be careful."
"Huh?"
"You have the night shift, remember?"
"Yeah, right."
"12 am."
"Yep."
"Till 6 am."
"Uh huh."
"Get there at 11:30 pm."
"Dude, I get it!"
"Don't be late."
"Mike!!!!"
"I'm just trying to make sure you get this right! This job is tricky!"
"How much do I get paid?"
"$120.50."
"Dude."
"I know."
"That is so crappy!"
"No one ever goes there! Remember? They have limited funds!"
"Whatever."
"Make sure you have a big sleep-in tomorrow, you start at 12 am."
"Dude I know!"
"I'm just saying!"