Okay, Twin Terror time~ Let's see what this misadventure has in store for us, shall we~?


Mike Schmidt leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk with the tablet in his lap. He didn't have to worry about the animatronics coming after him, and hadn't for a while, but he still liked to occasionally keep an eye on what they were doing.

At the moment, Foxy was in his Cove, planning his next tale to spin for the videos the staff played for the children during the day. Bonnie was screwing around in Parts and Services, and Freddy was rearranging the Supply Closet. Mike didn't even have to check the cameras to know that Chica was baking the day's custom pizza orders. The aroma wafting down the hall told him that.

Things were finally both peaceful and stable at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He was safe, the animatronics were safe, and thanks to the idea Mike had had about taping Foxy—inspired by his day job coworker, Lucy—the place was no longer in danger of going under. Of course, Mike's paycheck hadn't gone up at all, because the extra income that wasn't spent paying normal bills was used for repairs. The plumbing in the bathroom had needed some work and parts of the Show Stage were so worn that the staff was concerned the animatronics may fall through during a show. The extra suits were also replaced, as they'd been practically falling apart from all the damage they had endured over the years.

But if that was what kept his paycheck from going up, Mike was perfectly fine with that.

The one disappointment he had, though, was that he still had limited power during his shift. His manager, Valerie Logan, had told him that as soon as they could, they would buy a backup generator, but with the repairs they were currently paying for, it just wasn't possible, so he'd have to wait.

The guard grinned as he heard quick, metal footsteps racing down the hall toward his office. "Hey, Foxy," he said without looking up as the animatronic fox entered the room.

"Ahoy, Mike!" he replied with a grin of his own. "What ye be doin' in here?"

"Not much," Mike informed him, glancing at the tablet. It was 4:37 and he had 70% left, having only glanced at the camera from time to time so far. "What have you been up to? Getting more stories together?"

"Aye!" Foxy replied, nodding enthusiastically. He loved when he got to spin his tales in front of the camera. It was disappointing that he wasn't able to see the faces of the children when they listened to his stories, but from what Mike had told him, he knew he made the kids happy. And that was all Foxy ever really wanted to do. Just like with Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy, he loved children more than anything, and nothing made him happier than to make a child smile. "So, what ye be doing?"

"Not much," Mike informed him. "My job." He glanced down at the camera to see Bonnie switching colored chairs in the Dining Area. "I swear, his life mission is to annoy the heck out of Freddy," he said with a small laugh, shaking his head, causing Foxy to join his laughter.

"Aye, methinks so, as well, laddie," the pirate agreed. Both watched with amusement as Freddy returned to the Dining Area to find most of the chairs out of place. His stern voice carried through the pizzeria, chewing Bonnie out for what he had done. Just as loud, however, was the rabbit's laughter. "Chica's still cookin', so I best be runnin' interference," Foxy said with a sigh. "Be seeing ye, Mike!" And with that, he left, leaving Mike alone in his office once again.

Now that he was alone again, his mind began to wander. This time, its direction was for what would probably be waiting for him when he went home after his shift: any number of calls to his landline phone, all from his parents. With everything that had been going on with the pizzeria, Mike had completely forgotten to talk to his parents very much. The last time they'd spoken on the phone was during his third week of his job at Freddy's, so he hadn't let much slip about his job. His parents would have been furious that he was working a job that could kill him that easily. He always knew that the smart thing to do would have been to leave, but something kept him from doing that. He knew that his sister, Amanda, would tell him he was just being stubborn.

And then, after he and the animatronics had come to a full understanding, he had had too much to think about to let calling them even cross his mind. First was the reeling from the fact that he was safe. Then came the situation involving revealing the truth to his friends, wracking him with guilt. And just recently, he had overcome the desperation for a solution to the financial difficulties that could have closed Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

However, his parents had apparently had enough of him not calling them, so they began to call instead. The first time had been while he was at his day job, so they left him a message asking how his night job was going. He never called them back, since he didn't want to lie, yet couldn't tell them the truth, either. He was the good child. Amanda was the deceitful one, not that she was a bad person. She could just roll a believable lie off her tongue with the blink of an eye. To some, Mike could do that, too, but to his parents… He would break within minutes.

But since he never called back, they called again and again, leaving Mike to never answer. He was going to be in big trouble, very soon.

X

When Mike had gotten home that morning, there was, indeed, a message for him, once again pestering him about his job. They also suggested getting a cell phone, not that he could afford to buy one, much less pay all the bills. He didn't worry too much for the moment, though. He'd been too tired, and he knew that his parents would never barge in on him at his job. They respected his personal life that much, at least.

As he had a habit of doing lately, he arrived at the pizzeria an hour before his shift started. He liked to take a preliminary look at the place and straighten up anything really bad, so that Freddy wouldn't have as much work that he would have to do. The cleaning staff was still there, but they would leave soon.

Picking up an overturned chair near the entrance, he heard the phone ring. Looking around to see no one else, he shrugged and picked it up. He was an employee, why couldn't he answer the phone?

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I'm sorry, we're close right now, so please call back in the—"

"Mike?" a familiar female voice asked.

"Amanda?!" the guard asked, recognizing the voice of his twin sister anywhere. "What the hell?"

"Mom and Dad are getting pretty pissed about you not returning their calls, so I thought I'd look your job up and call myself."

"If I'm not saying anything to them, what makes you think I'll tell you anything?" the man asked, knowing that he was sounding very incriminating, but he had a feeling that this was about to get really bad.

"Oh, I don't expect you to," she replied casually. "But I'll be there in five minutes, so you'd better let me in, Mickey."

Despite the fact that he knew she couldn't see him, his eyes narrowed. "Don't ever call me that, Mandy." His eyes widened when he processed the rest of what she said. "Oh, hell no! Amanda, you turn your car around and—!"

"See you in a few!" And with that, she hung up.

Oh, man… Mike though, hanging up the phone and putting a hand over his face. What am I going to do now…?


Here's the start of Twin Terror, as you can see~ Anyway, important notice: I'd like to say that due to feedback, I'm retracting the 'two reviews per update' policy. One, it makes you feel obligated to do something you may otherwise not want to do. Two, it also makes me feel obligated to immediately work on the next chapter as soon as I get two reviews. So, to make it easier on all of us, I'm taking that back.

ANYWAY, now you see that Mike's twin, Amanda, is on her way to Freddy's! What kind of chaos is about to ensue? Let's find out next time~