Even though he decided to give his new job a chance, doubt still festered deep in Mike's heart. Though nothing bad happened to him the day before, he still harbored some fear over the animatronic girls he was hired to watch over.
He tried his hardest to ignore that feeling ever since his first shift ended but, in the end, he would discover that he should have abided by that fear. Now he tightly bound by rope and stuck between a bloodthirsty robotic pirate and a short, but deadly fall.
"So, what be ya fate boy?" Foxy asked with an evil smirk. She raised her sharp hook towards him and slowly caressed his face. The feeling of the cold, metallic weapon rubbing against his skin accentuated his fear. "Shall ye give your heart to me or to the depths of the locker?"
Neither of those options sounded too appealing to Mike.
"Can't there be a third option?" he requested.
"A third option?" Foxy roughly tapped her hook against her chin as she pondered the question that has suddenly been weighed against her. Sneaking glances between each tap, she asked. "...Would you choose that option?"
"Considering the other two, most likely."
"Hmm..." Mike's heart started to beat in time with Foxy's taps. After waiting for what seemed like forever, the female pirate turned towards him and smiled. "Okay then: Forfeit."
"Forfeit?"
"Aye. You forfeit your chance to choose and I get to choose for you."
The captured human cried out in pain as he felt something sharp pierce his flesh and enter his innards. All he could do was close his eyes and wait for the ringing in his ears to stop.
Ringing?
Mike opened his eyes, suddenly finding himself at the foot of his bed next to his ringing phone.
"A dream?"
He immediately checked his body for injuries, sighing in relief when he found none other than the bump on his head.
"Not the best dream to have before returning to my job with living animatronics..." he muttered.
Even though Mike was fairly certain that Foxy would not put him in such a situation in the first place, that small fear and the doubts that remains in his heart couldn't stop him from wondering. In fact, when he thought about it as he got dressed, while he could understand his lingering doubts, he could not understand why he still possessed any form of fear towards the girls.
He now knew he shouldn't fear them at first glance and yet the fear slightly remained. But he had no time to give himself a therapy session for it was time for him to leave for work.
...
Once he arrived, he found his boss leaning against her office door with her nose in a book.
"Hey, Mike," she greeted, her eyes still glued to her novel.
"Evening, Charlie," the night guard replied. "Hey, um... Can I ask you something?"
"What's up?"
"Well, I was just wondering how come I wasn't given a uniform last night."
Closing her book, Charlie calmly looked up at Mike and chuckled. "Actually, we stopped giving prospective night guards uniforms since they tend not to return them after they runaway forever."
"Ah," Mike could understand the reasoning behind his boss' stance. "So, when can I expect to get a uniform?"
"Do you really want to wear a uniform?" she asked, perplexed.
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FNIA: Soul
Ficțiune științifico-fantasticăMike is a down on his luck young man with no prospect in life. With no family to rely on and on the verge of losing his home, Mike goes out and takes up a job as a night guard at a local anime convention. But just as Mike may have found a way to get...
