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Twelve

( not mine )

Twelve:
Find the Future
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In an empty room, Mike could barely understand why he had been having trouble seeing. Having to squint at the repeated flickering of the lights didn't help the fact that there was nothing to see. Mike walked around the room, hopeful that his sight wouldn't cause him to fall. His steps seeming steep and slowly every time he lifted a foot off the ground.

The lights automatically switched on and the brightness was death to Mike's eyes, though now he could see something; someone.

A puppet or a marionette doll. Black and white. Empty eyes yet it seemed so full of something.

Mike opened his mouth to speak but no words stepped out. Mike couldn't move and neither could his mouth. The marionette looked back at him with empty eyes, it was almost lifeless.

Mike could feel a chill rise through his spine but it only made him more anxious, more scared. Mike could hear distant steps heading his way, coming from a nearby hall. Each step echoed with a sound of its own, Mike could tell animatronic steps from human steps. But, those, those were human.

  In an office, an all too familiar one. The whirring of a fan filled the empty white noise that took place in the office. Two vents on each side of Mike. Mike tilted his head down, looking down as to what he'd been wearing. His uniform.

  The light steps continued to head his way, a dash of purple and a killer smile. Mike could sense a strange aura, the same one he received whenever Faith was around.

"Mike, I'm glad you made it."

Mike frightened himself awake, clutching at his chest. He'd never, ever had those type of dreams before, let alone scared himself awake like that. Mike was on the verge of putting himself to tears but not here, not now. Mike wiped sweat off his forehead before forcing himself off the couch. There was something ominous about Doll's house, or even Doll in general that Mike simply couldn't tell apart. He needed to leave, now.

Mike walked to the door, opening it and closing it on his way out, not even bothering to say goodbye to Doll. The afternoon sky a hint of orange and red, the sun about to set and evening was soon to arrive.

What was the ominous feeling? Was it lust, regret, shame? No. It was something else. Something different. Mike didn't want to think of it now. He was too exhausted. He would have to go to work in some amount of hours anyways.

Staring up at the evening sky, Mike couldn't resist the feeling of despair, distrust, emptiness. At least, that'd been what staring up at the sky made him feel. Lost, empty, distraught. Mike's thoughts were all knotted up in his mind like a ball of yarn waiting to be played with; tampered with. Staring at the sky didn't help whatsoever, it only made his thoughts worse and deeper. Though, he couldn't help the ongoing cycle of overthinking things. Mike knocked himself out of his mind, wanting to concentrate on nothing for a while. These past few weeks had been spent on focusing on his night shift at Freddy's and nothing more. Though, there was one or maybe multiple missing puzzle pieces left in the maze of spending another Five Nights at Freddy's.

Mike drove, his eyes maintained on the road ahead of him. His car radio playing, but it was tuned out and he instead listened to nothing. He didn't want to feel anything, at least not right now. Not now. Mike sat in silence peacefully, but it was only a call for help for wanting to escaping this so-called peacefulness.

  Would Doll worry? Would she even care or notice? Most likely, but Mike chose not to care about that at the moment.

"Mike, turn back around, please."

Mike didn't hear anything.

"Turn around, please."

Mike didn't want to hear anything.

"Turn the car around."

Mike gripped the car wheel tighter, his hands sweaty from his strong grip. Mike hadn't even noticed it but he had accelerated on his step, the car now moving faster than before, there were a few speed bumps along the way but it was better than hearing disembodied voices. The screeching of the car wheels filled Mike's ears with noise, it helped block out any excess noise. Particularly, the sound of a weary voice telling Mike to turn around.

Mike wasn't turning back, no. He was never going my back there. At the very least, he'd get in a car accident which would restrain him from going anywhere else, really.

Mike was close to uncovering another missing puzzle piece, he could sense it. It was there, somewhere. Mike couldn't find it. He looked into the rear view mirror, squinting his eyes at something or someone. But, couldn't quite make them out. He wasn't okay. He just wanted to go home and forget about it all. Forget everything that made him feel both sane and insane. Whatever it was. He had nothing to rely on any longer. Just the thoughts and secrets and desperations in his lungs. But, was there something other among those things?

  "Turn around, Mike."

  "Fuck off, get out of my head!" Mike yelled out in anger, but was it really all in his head? Mike's mind wasn't a safe haven or a locked chamber, no. It was an untrustworthy place. Though, most people, not even Mike himself were convinced of that. Surely, Mike being the badass that he is would keep secrets and keep his feelings to himself. None of it was true, though. Mike liked to talk about his feelings. But, nobody was ever there to listen. Mike desperately wanted somebody to listen. Anybody. Somebody. Was that somebody the missing puzzle piece? The tipping point? The answer? The key?

  The car stopped in an immediate pause.

  Mike spoke heavily in between breathes, "what the hell?" The car stopped itself, Mike clutching onto his seatbelt. Mike nearly crashed into the car in front of him. Was it a sign? Did he have to go back? No. He wanted to get rid of the present.

And find the future.

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(EDITED) 2017