Cynthia came back at one and continued her day shift as normal until Mike arrived. The whole time, she kept her eyes on Eva and ran over to Mike when he got through the door. "Woah! Calm down." He said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through to the security office, what they didn't notice was Eva glance over at them both and contort her pretty, innocent face into a menacing, evil frown.
"Thank god you're here." Cynthia said in a hushed tone. "Why, what have you done now?" Mike replied sarcastically. "Have you noticed Eva has been acting strange recently?" "Apart from her practically ripping my balls off with her words, and lecturing to me about worker on worker relationships being bad I thought she was totally normal." Cynthia cringed at this statement then widened her eyes. "What was that last part?" "Worker on worker being bad?" He said, confused by Cynthia's sudden change of expression. "She told me that was allowed, seeing as her and Danie....the boss were together." "That's weird." "I know right, are you sure it was Eva, she'd never be that mean?" "Well it looked identical to her so who else could it be? It's not like she has a clone or and identical twin." "Maybe she has a split personality." Cynthia pondered. Before they could continue their investigation any further they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They both looked up in synchronisation to be met by Eva, arms folded, staring down at them both. "Hello, sorry to bother you both, but you're both needed in the manager's office." She said sweetly. Mike and Cynthia both got up and hurried off. "How much do you think she heard?" Cynthia asked, looking back at the oblivious Eva. "Not enough to rip our throats out, so I'm sure she didn't hear anything." They both entered the office and sat down, awaiting their punishment.
The manager was on the phone. "Uhuh, yeah, I know. Well I'm sorry but there's nothing we can do about this sometimes. Things like this happen, but I'm sure we can get around this. OK, I need to go now, I have to talk to my night watch, yes, it's that night watch. OK, goodbye." Cynthia and Mike both looked at each other nervously and turned to see the manager looking at them both. "Now, you two." He started. "Did either of you see anything strange last night? Any shadows or shapes moving apart from the animatronics?" "No sir, why?" Mike replied. "Well, the three main characters have been tampered with, it's thought that they're going to be a lot more aggressive tonight. So aggressive that I don't think it'll be safe for you to work tonight even with your experience Mike." Cynthia and Mike both looked at each other briefly and back to the manager. They were both thinking the same thing. "Now you both are ex used for the day but will still be getting played as usual. I know it isn't your fault but I do know it's an inside job and when I find out who them they're going to feel my wrath." He said angrily, standing up slamming a fist against the table causing his blonde mop of hair to fly up into the air. Mike and Cynthia were both excused and awkwardly walked to the door together. "Sooooo." Mike said, clapping his hands together. "Sooooo." Cynthia repeated. "You doin' any thing tonight?" Mike asked. "Eh, not really. I might just have a bath then eat ice cream while watching Mamma Mia, you?" "Me? I'm probably goin' to be out with some mates, down the Three Lions." "Yeah, it must be expensive ordering for imaginary people." Cynthia joked. "Hey!" Mike replied, jokingly punching her arm. "Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow then." He said. "Okay, bye." Cynthia waved back before jogging down the darkening street. She got into her apartment and did as she had planned. After singing through the end credits of mamma mia, she lay there on the sofa, covered in a blanket and stared at the ceiling. She felt empty, more importantly, she felt bored. Cynthia pulled her phone out and flicked through people to talk to. She only had a few contacts, Eva didn't pick up her phone so she scrolled down a bit and stopped at M. Mike. She sat thinking of all the outcomes. "he takes it the wrong way, he's busy with his 'mates', he ignores me, he says yes." She hoped for the last one as she clicked enter and the phone started to ring. "Hello?" He answered and she dropped the phone in fright. She picked it up again and held it to her ear. "Hello Mike, soooo, I was just wondering. If you're not too busy, if you'd possibly let me come down to have a drink with you. You know, chat, I guess." "Sure, if you don't mind meeting my 'imaginary' friends." He laughed. "Oh thanks, I'll be right there, the three lions, right?." "Yeah, see you in a bit." Cynthia hung up and giggled excitedly, she didn't remember her previous friends but she assumed she didn't have any because she felt like she'd have been lonely back then too. But Mike, he was different, they were complete opposites in personality, happy and optimistic, sarcastic and grumpy. But at the same time they were identical, Cynthia thought they were going to become the best of friends. She slipped on her black skirt and silver matching belt and let her freshly washed, mango scented hair down. Cynthia couldn't be bothered to get completely made up so she just put on a bit of foundation and left with her purse and keys. She carefully trod down the stairs in her heels and walked out into the well light street, the orange street light shone down on her and made her belt look like a miniature disco ball as she strode down the street. Eventually Cynthia made it to The Three Lions and she stepped inside. The place itself was a lot more civilised than Cynthia had expected, there was a traditional bar of to the right but the left had tables and chairs and food was being served here. She noticed Mike waving to her and she waved back, then she realised who she was sat with. The Scottish receptionist, one of the chefs, and, and the guy who'd saved her life and she'd never got his name. She walked over awkwardly and pulled out a seat between Mike and the receptionist. "Och, hi lass, thank god there's another girl 'ere! This lad talk was killin' me. I'm Lizbeth." "Hi, I'm Cynthia." Cynthia said then turned to the guy across from her, avoiding eye contact with 'the guy.' "Oh, me? I'm George." The black haired cook said. After there introductions they had a few drinks and socialised. After a while Cynthia decided it was time ago so she said her goodbyes and headed home, what she was met with was quite disturbing. She openied the door and looked over to the couch that was moving quite violently, a pair of male and female legs popped out at the end and Cynthia was glad that was all she could see. Eva's hand appeared over the sofa and waved Cynthia off as she slowly closed the door and went down to sleep in the lobby.
