Another puff of smoke absorbed into the night. Hands in pocket, Mike made his way down the darkened street. His clothes smelt of liquor as did his blue beanie. A car flew by splashing freezing puddles of muck onto his long sleeved shirt.

He ignored it.

Mike had a special gift you see...not giving a fuck. He lost his will to care a long time ago. Probably along with his sanity but that's another story.

Mike traveled farther down the street before nearly colliding with a rusty door. He stepped back and glared down at the perpetrator.

"Watch where you're going man." He shouted. A little too loudly but it was too late for anyone to care.

"Ah Mikey~"

Mike froze. Sure, he didn't give a shit about anyone but...he still know a disaster when it slapped him in the face. Literally.

Mike held his cheek and narrowed his steel blue eyes. A man painted in hues of purple waltzed into his line of sight. Great. The giant grape. Mike crossed his arms. Small red dots formed against his pale skin and dripped onto his shoulder. Pain pleaded Mike to turn and leave but he knew better.

The man wrapped a violet arm around his shoulder. Two bright white eyes stared him down and the man's after shave brushed up against his cheek. Mike shuddered.

"There's a thing called personal space ya know." Mike lifted his arm up and whacked the disaster on the side of the head. Vincent shrugged and pulled Mike closer much to his dismay.

"It's been a while Schmidt. What ya been up to~?"

Mike sighed. "The usual."

"Hmm..that's no good. You got a lighter?" Reluctantly Mike tossed his beloved lighter over to the perpetrator. The hand unwrapped itself from his shoulders allowing him to side step back to the safety of his side of the ally. Vincent took a puff of smoke. His own cloud out doing Mike's inexperienced one easily. "I'm glad I ran into you actually, I have an offer for you. Interested?"

"No." Mike crossed his arms. His back fell against the chilling bricks of the shop behind him.

"That's a shame. The pays pretty good." Mike raised a brow.

"Pay?"

"You wanna job Mikey~ Think of it as returning the favor."

"Favor? I don't remember doing anything for you."

Vincent smirked. "I would hope not." He sang. Mike narrowed his eyes. "The job's real easy too. You just sit in a chair for six hours and stare at cameras. Simple am I right?" Vincent explained.

Mike stared him down. "Sounds like a shitty job."

"Ah but it's better than dressing up as a giant taco no?" Mike shuddered at the memory. He was in his first year of college and was already in debt. His aunt had cut him off due to his 'bad habits' and 'wrong choice in friends.' With no way to pay his bills Mike had to take the worst of jobs and out of all the humiliating things he had gone through the Taco suit was the icing on the cake.

"How much did you say the pay was?"

"One hundred a week, so you interested~" Vincent hummed.

Well, he had nothing left to lose. "Fine." Vincent smirked and tugged on Mike's arms.

"Great, you start tonight."

The two wandered back inside the building Vincent had left prior. Vincent tugged the reluctant Mike foreword as the wandered farther down the hall. Mike shivered. Damn the place was cold. He scanned the small drawings clearly done by children taped onto the dirtied walls. Most consisted of weirdly drawn humans and, animals?

Mike had to crane his neck to get a better view of the coloured blobs. The purple one, had two long ears and a bow. Ok, what animals have two long ears? Rabbits. The brown one had a small black top hat on the top of it's head. It looked more like a blob but Mike was able to make out a large black nose and two circular ears that sat on either side of the hat. It was a bear, with two beady black eyes that stared into Mike's soul. Then there was a yellow one. Mike had to stop and lean closer to make out the sloppy writing along its stomach. 'Let's eat.'

…..Mike's heart dropped. That phrase, reminded him of something. His nose picked up on the distant smell of pizza and his ears flinched at the sound of children screaming. Not the good kind. He stepped back and hit the wall on the opposite side. A few papers fell alerting his attention elsewhere and bringing him out of his daze. Mike reached down and examined the paper which had dropped due to his clumsiness. The typing was rather small and barely readable with the lack of light.

"Mikey?" Mike shoved the papers into his pocket. Standing back up he turned to see Vincent waving in his direction. "In here." Mike huffed and walked down and into a small office. The purple man held his hands out and did a small circle. The smile of his face looked as if it was about stretch past his ears and grow as large as inhumanly possible. "Welcome to your new office."

Mike nodded and awkwardly rubbed the side of his arm. "It looks like a dump" He commented. Vincent chuckled.

"Well the last guy didn't have much time to clean up after his mess. But that's all water under the bridge. Now." The violet adult pushed a large cap onto Mikes head and stepped back to admire his handy work. "You just sit tight until six and then you're free to go. Phone guy will explain the rest."

"Phone guy?" Mike questioned. Vincent ignored him and rushed passed him. "Look at the time. See ya later Mikey~" The young adult blinked in surprise. He shrugged and took a seat in the small office. The Chair swivelled slightly making Mike grab onto the ends of the wooden desk. Something sticky clung onto the skin of his hand. Mike immediately whipped it off thinking it was nothing.

-Time Skip brought to you by Freddy Fazbear's pizza. Delicious and nutritious-

Mike groaned. His head lay against the side of his arms in a makeshift pillow. His eyes remained tightly shut no thanks to the unnecessary light from the classroom.

"M-Mike." He felt a tug on his shoulder. Mike rolled his head to block out the quiet voice. He didn't want to be rude but...oh who is he kidding he just didn't want any social interaction whatsoever. "Class i-is over. We sh-should get going."

He sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?" He mumbled.

"Umm hang on." His brunette friend flipped the cover off his phone. "It's almost f-four."

Mike nodded and unceremoniously threw his papers into the opening of his messenger bag. Jeremy tugged on his sleeve earning a sideways glance from Mike.

"Y-you've been really tired lately." Jeremy started his gaze fell. "You're not-"

"Don't worry." Mike started. His lightly patted the top of Jeremy's head messing his curly brown hair and creating a small tint which contrasted with his pale skin and covered his freckles. "I've just been working."

Jeremy beamed. "Y-you got a j-job?" Mike's smile fell. Oh he got a job alright. All thanks to that purple fuck. Mike threw on his bag and made his way towards the door. Jeremy followed suit.

"I can't believe you f-finally got a job. Did you tell your aunt? I b-bet she'd let you rent out your old room. N-not that I d-don't mind living with you b-but…." Jeremy rambled on. Mike ignored his friend and thought back to the past three nights.

His. Job. Was. A. Living. Nightmare. It was literally hell. No one in their right mind would want his job.

The first night started out just fine and dandy until phone guy called. Mike felt his brow twitch. Recalling the odd message that was left behind. Not only on the first night but all of them.

'The only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.' Mike shivered. Oh they tried alright. He nearly escaped with his life each night. As time progressed that got worse and worse. Even the bear was after his ass now.

Mike tried to quit but was under a contract stating in paragraph three subsection B, he could not quit until he finished the first week and they found a replacement or...he if he ended up in one of those damn suits.

"M-maybe I should get a job. Do y-you think you could get me an intervi-"

"No!" Mike shouted cutting the shy one off. Heads turned in their direction focusing clearly on Mike. He blushed and shook his head. "I mean." He put his hands on Jeremy's shoulders. "You wouldn't want to work at Fazfucks. The hours are horrible and the pay is shitty. You'd be better off at chuckie cheese." Jeremy raised an eyebrow. He pulled his books closer to his stitched green sweater.

"I-if you say s-so, oh, your phone's ringing." Jeremy replied.

Mike reached into his back pocket. His screen illuminated the words Purple Fuck.' He groaned before answering. "What."

"Good afternoon Mikey~" Vincent's voice called from the other side. "You enjoying your job?"

"I enjoy it as much as I enjoy your company." His voice dripped with sarcasm. The purple man laughed.

"Glad to know you love me~ I bet you're wondering why I called." Mike didn't respond.

"The company has been sold. Yay" Mike still refused to reply. He felt a twitch of hope. If the company was sold, then he would be able to quit right? Or maybe they'll get rid of those stupid animatronics. "...and long story short the new owner is having a meeting with the entire staff before the restaurant closes tonight. See ya in an hour bye bye~" The phone went dead.

Mike sighed. He put his phone back in his pocket and smiled at Jeremy. "Sorry Jere, I have to go, duty calls."

Jeremy nodded. He offered a bright smile that made Mike's heart skip a beat. No homo.

"A-alright. See you t-tomorrow"