FNAF: Things Are Never What They Seem (6)
Mike
My lunch break was at 1:00, so who ever called me can wait for fifteen more minutes.
A little girl with curly blonde pigtails tried to run past me and get into Foxy's cove. I crouched down and stopped her.
"Hey now little one. Foxy isn't ready to see you guys yet," I say.
The little girl looks at me with wide green eyes. "But... How come?" she asks innocently. She had to be at least seven years old.
"Well, he'll get so excited about being around you kids again that something may go wrong and he could stop working," I explain.
The little girl looked saddened by these news but she seemed to understand. "Okay... Tell Foxy I say hello," she says before running off to join her friends.
Someone taps on my shoulder, making me jump. Jaycie stands there grinning. "Why so jumpy Mike?" she chuckles, "just wanted to let you know that it's your break time," she says.
I nod. "Okay thanks Jay. See you in an hour," I tell her before going to the break room. As I sit down with my bag of chips, I listen to the message left from the unknown number.
"Hey Mike, it's Bunny. Remember how I asked about a backstory to Freddy's Pizzeria and you said there wasn't one? Well I think I've found one. See you tonight."
The message ends. Well that's interesting. I wonder what she could have found out that I didn't know... Maybe there was a backstory. For some reason this thought made me shiver and I felt like I was being watched. I shake it off and call Bunny back, leaving a message on her machine.
"Hey there Bunny. Even though you're going to keep me up through my nap time thinking about this, I would love to know what you're found out. See you tonight."
I hang up and finish my chips. What was really behind this pizza place? Was there truely a backstory, or did someone start spreading rumors? And if there really was a story... Could it be a dark one? Hidden within this walls, could there be a sinister message trying to break through? The feeling of being watched had returned, but the room was empty save for the dark box shoved into a far corner.
But was the room truely empty?
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Bunny
I woke up late. Two hours late to be exact. Which meant I got no coffee. Which also meant that I looked like the walking dead. And felt like it too. Dragging myself (almost literally) to my car I yawn yet again. This was going to be a long night.
I pull into the parking lot at 11:50. Through the windows I could see Mike sleeping in the cushy chair behind the counter. Looks like he did get his nap after all. I chuckle and get out of the car, walking to the doors. I take a deep breath then open the doors and...
"GOOD MORNING WORLD AND ALL WHO INHABIT IT!"
Mike jumped and fell out of the chair. "God dammit Bunny! Don't fucking do that again!"
I collapse to the floor laughing. Mike got up and glared at me from behind the counter. "Oh hahaha. Aren't you a funny one," he groans while rubbing his lower back. "What time is it?"
I stop laughing long enough to look at my watch. "It's 11:53. I got here a little later than expected."
Mike nods. "I see..." he looks at me closer. "You feeling okay? You look like crap."
I sigh. "Thank you for noticing... I woke up late so I didn't get any coffee therefore I am not fully functional yet."
He nods again. "Well, anyways... Let's get on back to the office. Shift starts in a few minutes."
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12:10 am
99% Power
Mike leans up against the desk and continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "So... What was your backstory you came up with?" he asks with a yawn.
"Well I haven't quite come up with any... But I talked to Mr. Thompson and he seemed... Unwilling to tell me about a siries of tragic events that caused the other location to shut down..."
Mike looked interested and was about to ask something, but Chica knocked on the window. She had starteled us both but I didn't bother closing the door. Well... Unless you count the fact my hand shot out to the button instinctively.
"Hey there Chica. Need something?" Mike asks.
Chica smiles. "Well I made some pizza and I was wondering if you two would care to join us in the party room?"
I nod. "Yeah, sure thing Chica. We'll be in there in just a second," I tell her with a smile. She giggles and skips away down the hallway.
"Well that just happened. An animatronic chicken made us pizza," Mike says with a small chuckle. "We can talk about the story later, because I don't know about you but I'm starved."
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2:04 am
92% power
"... And he said he didn't scream that loud. Like, seriously, he shattered four of my windows and made my ear bleed from screaming one time," Mike said with a hiccup. Apparently some worker had stored two twenty-four packs of beer in one of the kitchen fridges... And Mike was on his thirteenth one.
I set down the one I had been drinking on. "What did you say it was that scared the hell out of him again?"
Mike hiccuped again. "It was a spider... The size of a fucking quarter... And he screamed like a little girl."
All of us laughed. Granted that I felt like the living dead, tonight wasn't as bad as it thought it might have been. Chica can make some awesome pizza, Mike was a funny drunk, Foxy had his stories of the high seas, and Bonnie had a couple of stories of the birthday parties here at Freddy's. Freddy himself didn't speak much, a few sarcastic comments here and there but not much. It was a fun night.
And no one ever mentioned one thing about the sound of a child's lullaby filtering from down the hall.