Michael sat in one of the cheap chairs at Freddy Fazbear's; the restaurant his father owned. He looked out the window with a small grin on his face, watching his best friend Charlie bang on the door, her expression angry.
About 10 minutes ago Michael had dared Charlie to stay outside until closing time. Charlie of course agreed and left the restaurant, making faces at Michael through the window— which Michael of course countered with faces of his own. If it wasn't for the rain thats what they probably would still be doing.
Michael had locked the door after Charlie had left, and he was now simply watching his friend get soaked; amused.
He saw her sigh and stop knocking, entering what looked like deep thought. her face rested in a light frown.
He stood there watching her for awhile, wondering what she was thinking about. He then noticed a purple car that was driving by stop behind her.
Michael thought that was weird. Purple cars aren't very common. The only person he knew with one is his dad. Weirdly enough, the car looked like his dads too.
This observation made a lot more sense when he saw his dad step out of the car. Though if he was being honest this just confused Michael more. What was his dad doing here? He knew reasonably that his dad was probably just there to pick him up early; but something about his dad made him suspicious.
Then he noticed it. Something metallic and shiny in his dads hand. His eyes widened.
Before he had any more time to react he saw his dads arm shoot forward into Charlie's back. Her eyes widen and her quickly turn around. Michael then noticed the red hole in her back, more red dripping out of it and staining her grey sweater.
His dad had quickly gotten back in his car and driven off.
He watched Charlie's knees buckle and her fall to the ground, after a while starting crawl off towards the ally by the pizzeria weakly. If Michael had been able to move his limbs or been able to think clearly he would have rushed out to door.
Michael was completely frozen in place. He could feel his body shaking lightly and his eyes starting to water. He couldn't think straight— no; he couldn't think at all. Millions of thoughts ran through his head yet he wasn't able to process a single one.
He must have sat there for a while because next thing he knew his dad was here to pick him up. As left he looked back and saw Henry looking around panickedly.
