The Exalted Guard

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"Hey, Jeremy."

"Um, y-y-yeah Mike?"

"What's wrong with this picture?"

"What picture?"

Mike swept his right arm around the office room.

Jeremy looked up from the camera feed, "Uh. Um. The d-dark-darkness down the halls?"

Mike shook his head while leaning back in his chair, "No, that's always been there."

Jeremy studied the room a bit longer, "Oh! They put a new shade of grey on the walls?!"

"No, it's the same dull color it's always been."

"Um, the air is a bit less....stale?"

Mike facepalmed, "No, Jeremy. Tell me, what's the one thing that has been a constant source of grief for us since we first took this godforsaken job?"

"Um, the Animatronics?"

Mike slammed his palm on the table, causing the whole thing to rock a bit with the force, "Yes! Exactly! Those motherfuckers haven't even attempted to attack us yet! What the fuck is their deal tonight? What time is it anyway?"

Jeremy straightened up in his seat, and looked back at the camera. Thankfully, the music box was still wound up to full, "W-w-why is that a bad thing? Oh, and uh, 1:24 "

"The Hell is taking so long?! Foxy should've been in the hallway five seconds ago! Here I was, all psyched to finally wreak my everlasting vengeance upon those fuckers, and they're fucking flaking on me!

Seriously, the one night I actually want to get jumped, they don't attack me! Especially after last night, when they had the balls to come into the room three at a time? The fuck?"

Mike got up from his chair, and stomped over to the front hallway entrance. Jeremy put down the camera and held out his hand as Mike shouted, "Come on you robo-fucks! I'm right here! Come and face Justice!"

Silence was the darkness' reply. Mike frowned, scrunching up his face as he stomped back over to his seat beside his fellow Night Guard.

Jeremy breathe a sigh of relief and picked the tablet back up, "Well, um, how about we talk about something else? You know...to...get your mind off things?"

Leaning back in his seat, Mike pulled his hat over his eyes, "Yeah, sure. I'm all ears."

"Ok then. Uuuuuhhhhh..."

Both men sat in silence for sometime. They hadn't really had any moment to just...hang out. Their schedule generally consisted of:

Go to work at 12 AM.

Try not to die until 6 AM.

Stay at work until 3 PM.

Walk home and rest.

Repeat.

Naturally, much of their energy was devoted to numbers 2 and 3. As such, they never really had a moment to talk to each other about normal things that didn't have to do with some machine trying to bite their faces off. Sports, TV, even Mike's very existence in 1987, all took a backseat to surviving just one more night of terror.

'Well, what better time to change that than the present?' Jeremy thought as he started winding the Music Box again. "Soooooo....how's your training been going?"

"Pretty good. Beat my record yesterday."

"Cool."

.....

"You into boxing at all, Jere?"

"No."

"Oh."