Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

4) Stalking...

My body was sick...even though I felt fine. I wasn't sure if it was because of the stress of being in that cramped office, or if it was because I didn't really want to be there in the first place. Either way....I lost my dinner...and my peace of mind.

"I can't believe he made me do this!" I glowered, rinsing my mouth out with some water and staring into the mirror above the sink."I didn't even have to do this!" I growled bitterly at my own reflection.

Staring back at me was a girl that I didn't recognize. Her hair was light brown with highlights of dark and blonde. Her eyes were a deep brown with shiny circles of contacts, which covered them. She wasn't cute, pretty, or tall, but she was average. Average....

"I HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!" I screamed, slamming my hand against the glass with enough force to shatter it. I hissed in pain as the realization dawned on me that my fingers were probably broken.

I jumped in alarm as a loud screech filled the empty restaurant. It sounded like a chair was being dragged against the floor in the hallway. My heart rate began to increase as I slowly walked over to the doorway.

"Mike? Mike...is that you?" I whispered quietly as I inched out if the bathroom. I felt on edge, and I was almost positive it wasn't Mike that had made that sound.

"M-Mike...th-this isn't f-funny." I stammered nervously, holding my injured hand in my good one. I glanced around the dark hall and swallowed as I saw nothing. I sighed and leaned up against the wall...which was surprisingly soft.

"Huh?" I murmured, looking behind me. I was standing in the empty doorway of the ladies bathroom. "I could of sworn-"

"Eleanor!" Mike called from the hallway. Relieved, I ran around the corner and bumped into Mike who was sweating lightly, his complexion very pale. He looked around with his flashlight before sighing in relief.

"I thought I saw..." he trailed off. He turned off his flashlight and pushed me aside. He then knelt over and picked up a black piece of cloth before glancing up at me.

"What's that?" I asked, taking it out Mike's hand to examine it. "This wasn't here before."

"What do you think it is?" He whispered. I could see on his face that something was wrong. I looked at it and swallowed a lump of fear in my throat.

"Ha! Ha! Very funny Mike. This is Foxy's eyepatch. You're just trying to scare me." I growled with annoyance, my fingers tightening around the cloth.

"You're not going to believe me anyway so why try to fight it." He sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat. "And for your information...I thought I saw Foxy behind you."

"Of course you did." I hissed, walking back towards the office. Mike was right behind me. "Wait? Do you hear that?" He whispered.

"What? The sound of me not giving a shit, or-" I was cut off by the sound of metal pans being tossed around in the kitchen.

"C'MON!" Mike shouted as he grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of the office.

A/N:

So did Mike try to mess with Ellie or is something else going on? If so, why was Foxy's eyepatch laying in the bathroom? Once again, I'm sorry if Mike still sounds like a creepy stalker but he's supposed to make Ellie uncomfortable anyway. Comment and vote for more!

-Gberryb