𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 | 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋

(𝘺/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦

because it was night and most people weren't around, i shapeshifted into a bat and flew into circus baby's pizza world. i transformed back into my natural form and listened for mike. i heard him in a room underground. i took the elevator and followed the sounds i heard.

i eventually approached him inside the room. he was fixing an object; a remote of some sort. "hey mike i—" i started, only to get cut off.
"screw off (y/n). i'm busy."
did something happen when i was gone? because mike was in a much better mood a few hours ago. "why are you acting so differently all of a sudden?" i asked.
"boss has cameras everywhere upstairs to see if we are good role models or some crap like that. there aren't any in here though. go watch the animatronics. just leave me alone." mike elaborated, keeping his focus on the thing he was fixing. i left the room and began walking around. to be honest, i really wanted to see what was up with circus baby.

i have been present for thousands of exorcisms, including the famous ones, so i know how to speak with the spirits. they wouldn't be able to hurt me anyway, so i have no need to fear them. i can easily outrun anything or anyone.
i started walking to circus baby's stage. i listened for any sounds, but i did hear a faint whisper.
"i know you can hear me."
"yeah," i said aloud.
"please help me," the voice hushed again. it belonged to a little girl.

i found the stage and climbed on it. circus baby was probably behind the curtain, because she wasn't standing on the stage like she was earlier. i had already disabled most of the cameras, so i can do practically anything.
i lifted the curtain to reveal circus baby, in her 7"2 ft tall glory.

"what happened to you?" i asked, looking up at her. "i just wanted to play with her, but then the robot ate me." the girl's voice cried softly. "how long have you been here?" i questioned.
"i don't know. but she's not what she seems. don't trust her." the voice said.
"don't trust who?" i asked. "don't trust—"

"(y/n)! holy shit what are you doing? get out of there!" i heard mike yell as he yanked open the certain. circus baby deactivated.
"i was trying something," i said as he grabbed my wrist and ran towards the elevator, dragging me behind.
"these animatronics are dangerous and you need to be careful!" mike scolded as he pressed some buttons on the elevator door and brought me to the office he was in before by going through some vents.

"you told me to go watch the animatronics so i watched the animatronics." i muttered under my breath.
"yeah, on the cameras! not in person!" he went back to fixing whatever object he was previously working on.
"how did you even find me?" i asked. "i disabled the cameras."
"no you didn't. i was checking where you went and i saw you talking to the robot. why were you talking to a robot?" mike asked, reaching for his screwdriver.

"do you think circus baby gives off bad energy?" i questioned, trying to reword that as good as possible.
he paused, squinting his eyes at me.  "what?"
"so you don't feel that energy?" i asked, tilting my head.
"i don't know what you're talking about. just check the cameras through the ipad over there and don't leave the office this time." mike said sternly.
i huffed as i walked over to the ipad and began flipping through the cameras. i'm so glad electrical technology was invented. lighting candles all the time became a bore. plus most of my income was spend on candles.

"uhm, mike? the pink bear moved." i panicked.
"that's fine. just make sure he doesn't come inside." mike sighed. i can tell i was annoying him, but i don't actually know what i'm doing.

mike was doing some sort of controlled shock thing that i didn't really understand.
"what time is it?" he asked. i checked my phone. "5:25 am," i responded, flipping through more of the cameras.

"what year were you born in?" i asked.
"'76. how about you?" he responded, still focusing on his work.
"depends on what year it is." i laughed, but he didn't.
"it's 2002."  he scoffed. "did you really not know the year?"
"i was joking. i'm 25." i lied. i don't actually remember how old i am, but i know i'm at lowest 1,000 years old. "so what are you doing after our shift?" in a way, i'm sort of asking him out. i've had so many relationships with men and women, that romance had became a little game for me back in the 1800's.

but now i'm more mature and know my limits.
actually, that's not entirely true.
sorta.

"after this bullshit job, i'm gonna go home and watch tv. have you ever heard of immortal and the restless?" mike asked.
"you mean that vampire show that plays only at 8 am and 9 pm?" i questioned.
"it was a yes or no question." he scoffed.
"then yes," i scoffed.

for a guy who has never met me before, he is a bit of a douchebag. maybe i have met him though.
"well what are you gonna— shit!" he yelled, pulling his hand away. he had cut his finger on some metal. his terribly enticing dark crimson red blood dripped down his finger.

i purses my lips in internal panic. the overwhelming urge to drink his blood stressed me so much that i ran inside the vent.
"where are you going? get back here!" mike called after me.

"don't follow me! i'm gonna go to the bathroom! you really should clean that cut though!" i shouted, my voice echoing around me as i climbed further into the vent.
the animatronics were the least of my problems. i couldn't care less about them finding me. i just wanted to get away from the temptations. i sat on the little birthday benches, waiting at least 4 minutes before going back.

once the metallic scent was gone, i went back into the vent. just as i had crawled back into the office, michael was about to enter.
"our shift is over." he said.
"oh okay." i got out of the vent and he went through it.
if i waited for him to leave, i could just turn into a bat and fly away. i gave mike a 5 minute head start before i flew back into the vent.

apparently, mike wasn't actually out of the restaurant yet, because i accidentally flew into him.
"oh shit!" he panicked as he grabbed a broom and started whacking me out of the air.
"what the hell?" i thought to myself as i struggled to escape the technician. but i managed to distract him long enough to fly out the opened window.

as soon as i entered my apartment window that i left unlocked, i remembered i forgot to ask mike for his phone number. oh well, i can ask later tonight. i decided to take a nap until i needed to go back to work.