Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

3)...on camera?

"Hey...open up!" Randy shouted at the large, metal door. He brought one hand up and knocked on it. Somewhere deep inside I could feel something was off but I pushed it aside and ignored it.

A second later the door opened, revealing a guy a year or two older than me. He had somewhat short locks of dirty blonde hair, which were shoved half hazardly into a cap that read 'Security' in bold letters. To be honest...he wasn't that much of a looker (especially with his scrawny physique). He glared at me with his deep blue eyes and didn't seem very amused about the fact I was in his office.

"Whatcha got Randy? Come to give me another soul-selling contract?" He snorted with sarcasm. Obviously he knew that wasn't the case at all by the way he was eyeing me.

"Ha ha. No." Randy said in a monotone voice. "In fact...this is your new intern Mike. Have fun."

With that, Randy left, leaving me alone with Mike...the irritable security guard. I swallowed and sat down in an empty leather chair. Mike leaned over and touched a button that closed the heavy metal door. I gulped and sat back uneasily.

"God, I hate that guy." Mike growled under his breath while slumping back into his chair. He flipped up a tablet thing and began to ignore me. About ten minutes later I'd had enough.

"Um...excuse me? You're not going to introduce yourself?" I asked with a frown. I didn't think he'd be this rude. Mike grumbled again, but put down his tablet with a sigh.

"The name's Mike Schmidt. Nice to meet you...uh?"

"It's Eleanor, Eleanor Bates. It's nice to meet you Mr. Schmidt." I said in monotone, shaking his hand. He didn't seem to be very impressed. I rolled my eyes and slumped back into my chair.

"Just call me Mike. When you say 'Mr. Schmidt' it makes me feel old." he smirked, giving me a small playful look. I nodded and sat back in my chair, feeling a bit more comfortable.

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A few uneventful hours passed and I began to lose my mind. Being trapped in a cramped office with a stranger who seemed to hate me was very sickening. I do have a small amout of claustrophobia.

"Mike..." I whimpered weakly, "Can I...stretch my legs for a bit?"

"Why?" He asked, unamused. "Going out there is a dea-is a bad idea"

"Look. I...get claustrophobic." I pointed out, while glaring at him. "I can't be trapped in small places for long periods of time."

"And that means what to me?" He smirked, reclining back in his chair. What a jerk.

"That means I might get sick...all over you and your stupid tablet." I glowered, crossing my arms. To my surprise, Mike put down his tablet and looked me straight in the eyes.

"You haven't heard any rumors about this place? Have you?" He murmured, his tone smooth and serious.

"I can't say that I have." I said with a bored tone. "What does this have to do with me wanting to go to the bathroom?"

"Eleanor. Going out there..." he murmured again, motioning towards the right metal door. "...is a death sentence."

"I don't care. As long as I'm out of this crappy office with you, I'll be fine."

Mike seemed to ponder this but eventually made up his mind. "Fine. Go ahead. But I'm not going to your funeral..."

"Whatever." I growled, slamming my hand against the door button on the right side. It opened with a loud 'bang', making both Mike and I jump slightly.

I walked out into the hall, just as the door slammed abruptly behind me. I cursed at Mike and his jerkiness before walking down the dark hall. Even in the near pitch black darkness I felt like I was being watched.

A/N:

So Mike was watching that camera. Sorry if I'm making him sound like a creepy stalker but he's really not. He's just very...observant. Comment and vote for more!

-Gberryb