"So you're basically supervising us working?"
Mike questions, leaning further back into his office chair.
"Something like that.."
The man agrees, his figure towering over the table. His eyes averting from Jeremy then to Mike as a smile crawls upon his face.
Mike worryingly looks over to Jeremy, to see if he is alright with the situation. Jeremy nods hesitantly.
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MIKE SHMIDTS POV:
"Just pull up a chair here,"
I motion him to sit down next to me, as I don't think that he would stand for six hours.
My eyes strangely follows the man smoothly pull up a chair beside Jeremy instead. He sits smoothly with elegance. From where I am sitting, I can not get a good view of the man. I then hear the man begin to talk to Jeremy. My stomach swirls in a direction that makes me queasy. It wasn't pleasant.
Dismissing the thought, I try to focus on the hallway adjacent. I flash the light multiple times, bored of the conversation that Jeremy and the man were having. I tuned in and out, usually hearing Jeremy cutely stuttering and answering nervously.
"Could I ask you about your sexuality?"
I stop, as the question is asked to Jeremy. A cold sweat runs me down, my stomach flipping unpleasantly. I instantly swing my arm around Jeremy's chair, and lean in to look directly at the man.
"He is defiantly not into your type," I growl lowly, clenching firmly onto Jeremy's shoulder.
At the corner of my eye I see Jeremy flushing a dark pink, he begins trembling. The man amusingly slouches over closer to me, and his eyes darken. The edges of his mouth tug up, revealing a disturbing smile.
"Oh, Is that so?" He mockingly purrs, his eyes dangerously locking onto mine.
Taken back by his captivating stare, I knit my brows together whilst anger floods my mind. I know I've only been with this guy for.. What, less then ten minutes? But the his guy is really tugging my strings..
"T-That is so.."
I recollect my thoughts as I hear Jeremy's sweet voice speak beside me. Reassured, I mentally smirk. My eyes glint, as I see his smile retract away sluggishly, but is immediately returned as he moves back into his chair.
"What a shame, I wouldn't want to see you go to waste.. Jeremy,"
I watch as he glides his finger tips lovingly over the tip of the pen in his shirt pocket, before picking it up. He directs his pen to the sheet of paper in front of him, then elegantly writing numbers onto the piece of paper. Finished, he tears off the piece and places it into Jeremy's lap.
"Text me," He demandingly says.
Jeremy hesitantly stuffs the paper into his pocket, nodding obediently. I could tell Jeremy's nervousness was growing, as he was trembling with a flushed face.
I unknowingly huff. An unknown feeling piercing my heart, mentally telling me that the guy should piss and leave Jeremy alone. Fuck I don't even know the guys name. Pissed, I lean forwards again and avert my gaze at the man.
"I didn't get your name," I loudly state, capturing his attention immediately.
"Since when did you want to know my name?" He questions, he manages to pull off a confused look blended with the smirk plastering across his face.
"Since never, now tell me," I impatiently say back.
"Mike, his name is Vincent.." Jeremy quietly adds in, looking at me with a troubled expression.
BEEP BEEP
The clock chimes it's unpleasant noises, as the awaiting 12:00 had finally arrived. The room falls silent, as the shine continues to ring.
During the faze, my mood drops to a shit one. Dealing with 'Vincent' is plenty, but with killing animatronics? So glad it's only Monday, easiest shift of the week.
"M-mike..?" Jeremy stutters, recapturing my attention.
"Yeah I know, I'll work the flashlight and vents, you can do the cameras," I instruct instantly, knowing that preparation was a top priority.
A thought hits me as I see Jeremy hesitantly rush over to the desk, in search of the tablet which controlled the cameras in each room.
".. Are you alright with cameras?" I add, remembering that I shouldn't pressure Jeremy into anything that might make him too anxious. Never again would I do that.
"Uh.. Y-yes.." He reassures with a quirky smile upon his face.
I send a sweet smile back, hastily grabbing the flashlight about to leave my chair. Lastly, I steal a quick glance of the Vincent relaxed him his chair, watching Jeremy creepily.
Nope, I don't want none of that.
My face distorts into a disgusted look. The feeling pricks again, brushing it off, I mischievously scrunch a file of paper up, and aim at the bin on the other side of the room which Vincent was seated. I quickly shoot it, but not at the bin, but purposely at the guy.
The ball of paper scratches past the brink of his nose, and crashes onto the floor. He doesn't even flinch, he only blinks then turns his head to look at me. His face is unreadable, but his eyes glint darkly, as if he was hiding something. He cocks an eyebrow up, and a mocking smirk spreads on his face once more.
"You missed."
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To be Continued..
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Just to be clear, this is not exactly according to the canon of the game.
I don't know how long it will be till the next chapter
Just support by keeping the ship floating c:
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