See You On The Flipside

Night To Day

Now that he thought about it, Mike Schmidt realized he hated life. He didn't even try to struggle as he was dragged along the floor by one of the animatronics, his blood soaking into the carpets and leaving bloody streaks against the floor tiles. He folded his arms in defiance, waiting for his entire shitty life story to end.

He didn't give a fuck. Maybe he was high right now or something because he just didn't care about the fact he was going to be ripped apart by rabid, vengeful dead children stuffed into fursuits for no reason except being small brats in the wrong place at the wrong time. Why did he even keep coming back to this goddamn pizzeria every night? Five nights was enough but working for a sixth and seventh? Did he really care that much about getting a little extra cash?

The answer was yes. He needed that fucking cash to live and he couldn't be bothered to go searching for another low paying job. He had a specific skill set that only included strangling people, swearing at people, not knowing how to make pizza, getting only low paying jobs and being a drunk, depressed sociopath who needed to take pills to try and feel emotional.

These animatronics were sure taking their time to kill him though. Did they just want him to bleed out and die before they stuffed him in the spare Freddy suit? Honestly, some people.

Mike realized that by folding his arms, it wasn't really doing anything so instead, be let them hang limply from his side. He just wanted to die already. Ugh, why were these dumb robots so tedious when it came to killing people? If it were him, he'd make the death be swift so they could hide the body in time. He checked his watch. He had ten minutes until 6am and they weren't even close to parts and services.

"Hey Mike. You don't look to good." Mike rolled his eyes at the sound of a familiar voice. Sure, he was used to spirits in the morning but he almost hated this employee as much as he hated everyone else because of the brief moments they've spoken when he was heading out of work. Plus, he was pretty sure she had been plotting to kill someome for the past two weeks.

"Hey Kira." Mike sighed. Kira laughed. By now the animatronics had stopped lumbering and were watching her. Mike sighed. Kira really was just a pain to be around. Also, why did she have a baseball bat?

"Alright Fuckboy Freddy, Bitch ass Bonnie and Cheap Butt Chica, I've already dealt with Foxy and I would advise you to let Mike go or you're gonna need new heads!" Kira began playing with the bat.

"You wouldn't dare." Bonnie growled since he was the one dragging Mike at this moment.

"Eh, you shouldn't say that to someone who has a long history of violence and attempted suicides." And with that Kira swung the bat at Bonnie, right on his face. The face broke, the upper jaw just falling off. Bonnie instantly let go of Mike, reaching to kill Kira but she was already beating Chica's hands off as well as dodging any blows aimed at her.

"Get up you concussed and half dead idiot." She growled and Mike dragged himself to his feet before stumbling back to the security office. Kira stopped beating up Chica and ran after him. "You didn't close the door in time, I presume." She sighed as she took a first aid kit out of her rucksack, having shut the doors. "We have at least six minutes before Phoney gets here to open up. I hope he isn't too mad about the employee door. I did kind of beat it upon to get inside. I'll pay for any of the damage to the animatronics. I doubt they'll remember it was me who broke them. I'll blame Dave when he gets here."

"You destroyed the employee door?" Mike asked as Kira began wrapping a bandage around his head. "You know what, I don't even care. I just wanna go home and sleep. I fucking hate this goddamn job." Mike sighed. Kira laughed slightly.

"Yeah, don't we all. I don't even know why I came here. I think I just felt something was wrong and armed myself for war. Oh god what if I can't pay for everything. I mean, I'm pretty sure we can fix Chica's hands but Bonnie's face is gonna be hard." Kira sighed. "Fuck it all." Mike was just glad she wasn't asking for anything at the moment. He didn't even think she cared if he thanked her or not.

"Since when did you have enough strength to hit robots with a baseball bat?" Mike asked. Kira smiled.

"I don't know. I hate having to do anything that physically demanding. I prefer mentally messing people up and more elaborate ways of torturing them. But you can pretend I never said all of that. I could ask Phone Guy to move you to the dayshift. He probably wouldn't care. He needs more security guards so he doesn't get beaten up by the kids as much." Mike laughed at that. He checked the time and how much power they had left. 2% and two minutes.

"Eh, thanks for saving me earlier."

"Okay, don't thank me. Just don't. Go back to swearing and shit or I will personally give Dave your pills to meddle with and who knows what he'll swap them with. Yes, we all know about the pills." Kira rolled her eyes as she finished treating Mike's injuries.

"You're probably still concussed. What do you say about getting out of this hell hole? Actually...since we're here early... What do you say we borrow a bit of cash from Phone Guy's secret stash?"

"We could be fired."

"We could be rich enough to afford actual pizza." Kira smirked and leant against the office desk. She reached under it with one of her hands, pulling out a little box covered in ductape. Her baseball bat was leaning next to her. She unraveled the ductape carefully and opened the box, taking out all the money, counting it, and putting half in her jacket pocket. Mike hated the fact that as much as he hated her, be hadn't eaten actual food in two months and he was starving and what she was proposing seemed fairly reasonable.

"Deal. If PG asks, we were robbed in the middle of the night, they beat me up and destroyed Chica's hands and Bonnie's face. He'll be too poor to check the finger prints."

"I like your style Mikey." Kira chuckled, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger and handing the other half to him.

"Call me that again and I'll tell Phone Guy what you did." Mike growled as he pulled himself to his feet, putting the cash under his hat and moving to stand next to the girl. "Then you'll definitely end up in debt. It's a surprise you haven't already been fired."

"I miss Jack." Kira mumbled, not looking at Mike, "He had more...flair in his threats." She seemed to think he hadn't heard her.

"Who's Jack?" Mike asked as he opened the doors. The 6am bell rang and Kira shut up, looking at Mike with a blank face.

"Who's who? I don't know who your talking about. Come on, I'll lie to Phoney, he could probably see right through you...if he had eyes. Seriously, why does he have a phone in his head? I think Dave said something about springlocks going off and Afton robotics and some crap like that. Now shh, here he comes." Kira smiled as she stuck the box back under the desk.

At that moment, Phone Guy walked in and he, for a guy without a face, looked furious.

"WHO BROKE THE EMPLOYEES ONLY DOOR, GOT BLOOD ALL OVER THE FLOORS AND CARPET AND WHY ARE BONNIE'S FACE AND CHICA'S ARMS ON THE FLOOR!? AND WHERE THE HELL IS FOXY!?"

"Hey dude." Kira smiled, waving from out behind Mike.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THIS EARLY EMPLOYEE!?"

"Oh, Mike called me. There was a break in. A load of money is gone but Mike managed to fight the guy off. He got his head bashed for it as well as quite a few other cuts. Came back here and rang me up to come over. Apparently the scummy thief just started beating the shit out of the animatronics. I don't know where Foxy is though. If you want, I'll go check the safe room in case he's possible tied up with electrical cables that could short-circuit and cut out his power with one wave of a powerful surge of currents if he moves too much or cried for help."

With that, Kira left before Phone Guy could say anything. Mike and Phone Guy just stared at each other, neither wanting to speak first. Mike was acutely aware of the lump of money on his head. Phone Guy seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

"Sorry I couldn't stop the thief."

"Employee, get out, rest up and come in at one. You're joining the Dayshift."