Mike sank back into his armchair. There was nothing good on TV. Well, I guess that means it's time for the only channel left that is tolerable. The news. Mike daydreams for a little while the news is running on his television until they say something that grabs Mike's attention.
"The horror attraction created by the Fazbear's Fright Company has burned down. We are informed by the company that it probably had something to do with faulty wiring. Only a couple things were found at the scene. These items will be sold at an auction," says the lady on the news channel.
Mike stands up quickly and screams. It's obviously a scream that symbolizes victory. He jumps up and shouts, "It's gone! That stupid place is gone! Finally, after all this time! The devil's name is Fazbear and he is dead!"
Doll comes downstairs. She peeks through the entrance of the living room and smiles. She says, "Mikey, what is going on? You're jumping around and screaming. Did something happen?"
Mike runs over to Doll and passionately kisses her on the lips. He breaks off and hugs her. Tears stream down his face as he speaks, "Doll, it's gone. The hell I had to go through. The thing that drove me insane, the place that ruined my life. It's all gone. It burned down."
"Mike! That's great! I'm so happy for you. I know how you felt about that place. It's okay. It's all gone now. Everything is going to be better now," Doll states, "but maybe you shouldn't be jumping around and screaming. You are getting a little old for that Mikey."
Mike laughs, "Sweetie, I'm never going to be too old to celebrate the death of that hell hole they called a pizza place."
Doll goes back upstairs and Mike sits back down in the chair. He picks up the phone and calls Jeremy.
"H-hello," Jeremy answers.
"Jeremy! Did you see the news?" Mike questions.
Jeremy replies, "Well, I read the newspaper. Does that count?"
"Jeremy, look, all I need to know is if you heard about Freddy's frickin' horror attraction?" Mike asks.
"Oh yeah, I did hear about it. Wow, the place is gone. It's quite interesting," Jeremy states.
Mike asks, "Really? That place could've been the death of us and the only thing you can say is that it is interesting?" Mike face palms.
"Well, I guess…" Jeremy responds, "Do you want me to be overjoyed, or something?"
"Never mind," Mike answers back, "Ok, I'll talk to you later."
"Bye Mike. Talk to you later," Jeremy hangs up.
Mike just shrugs and lies back in the chair. Life is going to be pretty sweet now. Mike knows that he doesn't have to stress about that stupid horror attraction that made fun of his old job he hated. He might still flip off the building when he drives by it just for old time's sake.
Suddenly the phone rings.