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Mike woke up with an alarm clock ringing annoyingly in his ears, why the hell did he buy that?? Sighing heavily, he lifted his body and turned around sitting on the edge of the bed, memories of his nightmare filled his head, he didn't quite understand what was happening exactly. Rubbing a hand over his face, he softly closed his eyes, focusing on such memories, he noticed how everything around him was blurred, how his vision was low, probably from a very young child, Looking up, the dream him looked happy as a yellow blur crouched down to pick him up. The him of now hated it, opening his eyes with a startled gasp.
“What was that?”. He doesn't remember that, he doesn't remember being excited by the yellow blur or whatever it was. I need to ask Henry. He thought getting up from the bed and yawning.
After leaving the bathroom, after finishing everything he needed to, he went to the kitchen, grimacing at the coffee pot on the table, probably from yesterday, he took this and threw the coffee that was inside in the sink, there was no need to make a new one if this was going to end up like the previous ones, down the drain. Sighing, he sat down in the chair, putting his head in his hand and turning towards the window that was above the sink, a view of a small garden, a mixture of his and the neighbor's, the idea Evan suggested, as much to distract him as to decorate the boundary between lands.
He was thoughtful about how he was going to spend the day, he had at least -looking at the clock on the kitchen wall- 13 hours until his night shift, the killer animatronics and an asshole golden rabbit. Deep in his thoughts, that when his cell phone rang, he almost fell out of the chair he was in, mentally and highly cursing whonever had called him, Mike took his cell phone and answered it.
“Yes?...”. He mumbled rubbing his eyes, is nine in the morning, why the hell someone is calling him?
“Mr Emily?”. Said the voice on the other side and Mike had to hold back a groan, it was his future boss, he must be calling after the conversation they had yesterday.
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"Mr Emily, your contract is exactly 5 days to complete, or rather five nights." Said the man across the table, with a sickly sweet smile. Mike was in that man's office, a simple place like any office that appears in movies, with a small table, the chair where the man is, behind him there is a book shelf and no windows apart from the window on the left side that opened onto the rest of the office. And no, it wasn't inside the pizzeria but in an office FAR from the pizzeria itself.
“Only five? I thought they needed more days ". Mike said raising an eyebrow and relaxing more in the chair he was in. The man in front of him chuckled as if Mike was the best comedian in the world. I'm starting to hate him.
“No no, we are moving! Shutting down the place, as your investigation came to nothing". He said now in a more serious tone and Mike had to hold his breath. Granted, the investigation didn't go very well, but that's why he needed those nights! He's got a living murderer trapped in there for the hell of it! And he doesn't even know it. But the only thing Mike managed to say was a simple:
“I see”. He then proceeded to look down at his legs, feeling pathetic, he didn't have the courage his father had, Henry would be so disappointed in him now.
“So, do we have a deal?" He said holding out the contract paper, which Mike had to read to make sure he was going to go.
He read the contract carefully, $120.50 a night isn't much but it's all he needs right now, before reading the final parts, Mike held back a shudder.
We will not be responsible for deaths or injuries while working.
Swallowing hard, Mike slowly with shaking hands signed the contract. It's done, no more turning back, it's all or nothing.
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“Hello? Is anyone there?". The voice made him almost fall out of his chair in fright, when did he get distracted?
“Yes! Yes... I’m here”. Mike gulped and straightened his posture, even though no one was around, it was a habit he couldn't remember where he got it. “What do you want to talk about?... Sir"
“Glad you asked! Remember when I said about it being only five nights?”. His boss said in a voice too excited for his liking.
“Yeah, I do remember, why?”
“Turns out, maybe we have some unforeseen circumstances, you know?" Mike doesn't like the sound of that, the question of why was on the tip of his tongue, but before he could say anything, his boss continued to talk. “So wait for us to increase the nights, I hope that's not an issue since you complained about having too few nights?"
“Oh no no it's not a problem at all" Mike responded quickly, more nights are more investigations done, are more days for him to find Charlie.
“Perfect! I will call back if there is any problem, have a nice day and a nice weekend". Before he could respond, the boss hung up on him. Huh, Rude.
Something he said piqued his curiosity, weekend? What day was it today. Putting his cell phone back in place, he looked at the corner of the wall, under the clock, was a calendar, which marked it as Sunday, huh... Sunday?!
“Urg, no”. He growled irritably and banged his head on the table. Today was Sunday... Sundays are made to spend with the family, what does it mean? Evan will drag him into this.
It's not that he was avoiding his family, no, on the contrary, he likes them! But, he is the eldest son and still doesn't have a steady job. Working as an investigator only helps with the basics and he rarely gets calls. Henry isn't a very strict father, but Mike can see his disappointed face everytime someone ask about his job. He's the old brother, for fuck's sake! Evan already has a great job for someone his age.
Sighing, he needed to get through this day normally, as normally as he could. Rising from the chair, he made his way over to the sofa and sat down, putting a hand to his face in exasperation. It hasn't even been 30 minutes since he woke up and there are already so many things for him to think about, the family dinner, how he's going to spend the day, the night shift and... The notebook he took.
No, now is not the time for that, maybe later. He thought, as he sighed softly, today is going to be quite a day. He spent a good part of his day watching television and checking the garden, it wasn't productive at all, but it helped to distract him and when he least realized it, it was time for the family meeting.
As usual, Evan was at his door, knocking and waiting for his older brother to answer. With a sigh, Mike walked to the door and opened it, coming face to face with the blonde and his damn red glasses, he wouldn't be the same without them, what looks awful with his green tone clothes.
“Evan”. Mike said without emotion, his clothes were simple, dark blue jeans, a light blue dress shirt with dark blue stripes and a watch on his wrist, gift given by Evan. “You know I'm against it, right?"
“Of course you are, big brother". Evan said with a smile and putting his arm around Mike's shoulder, well, as much as he can, because Mike is tall as hell. “Let's go, I'll drive us!"
“Amazing”. Mike said rolling his eyes, turning back, he closed the door of his house with a click and put the key in his pocket, when he turned to Evan, he was already in the car.
Looking down with a tired sigh, Mike walked to the car, opened the door and sat down. Bitterly he said to Evan. "Thanks for waiting me". Which resulted in the same laughing and turning on the car.
The car ride was relatively quiet, if you count the fact that Mike and Evan didn't speak to each other the entire ride, just listening to the happy pop songs that Evan liked, Mike wasn't the type listening to songs, but he had one that stuck in his head and he found himself humming it every now and then, The Toreador’s March. Mike felt his heart race and flutter, or what it should have been. He recognized the neighborhood, the houses and the Aftons' residence, a haunted house that Mike had avoided going to since he was a child, there was something about that place, something horrible.
William Afton... What kind of horrors did you do there?
Evan stopped the car in front of a random house and both got out, walking towards their childhood house, their Father’s house. It was a two-story house with light wood, a porch with a stool and the tiles were a pale yellow, which used to resemble gold. An interesting fact was that they had a guest quantity that was purple, but the color was changed to red for Mike.