He giggles. "I'm a security guard." The merc with a mouth readjusts his security hat before getting comfy on the rickety chair. He scoots Mike's body to the side so Deadpool can scoot his chair closer to the screen.
*Click*
*Click*
His eyes droop as he circles through the cameras. Eventually letting boredom take over and letting his head clunk onto the keyboard.
He's startled awake when the phone rings. He pays no mind to the drool spot on his mask when he picks up.
"My name is Deadpool. They're all dead. Can I leave a message?"
"Hello? H-Hello? I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settle in on your first night." Deadpool raised an eyebrow. How did he know it was his first night?
As the voice droned on Deadpool was looking at the various drawings on the wall in front of him. Something about these children drawings in particular made him shiver.
The phone guy kept talking. Something about legal things, entertainment, bleaching carpets. Yada yada. The man in red made a duck figure with his hand. He pretended to talk to the duck hand. Then made the duck bite at his neck, him making a muffled choking sound.
Once the man on the phone mentioned something about 'free roaming' he lost interest and hung up.
"Shuddup. No one needs tutorials. It's just a point and click game for fuck sakes."
Deadpool stretches his arms over his head with a yawn and settles back into his chair.
He places his legs on top of the desk and leans his chair back. He fiddles with a plush cupcake he found when a sudden laughter caught his attention.
He looked to his left.
As he held the plush close he leans over to click the light on.
And sees a pair of eyes gleaming at him.
"JESUS CHRI-OOF." He falls off the chair and scrambles to the red button.
He lets out a huff. Safe.
"What the hell?" He straightens himself, looks at the metal door in front of him with curiosity.
Hmmm.
He clicks the red button again. The thing is still there. He closes it.
He opens it, stares at the purple animatron again and presses the button again.
Footsteps echo behind him.
"Not now sugar tits, can't you see I have a guest?" He tosses the cupcake over his shoulder, it hits the red button on the opposite wall which closes the other door.
When he tried to close the door on the left for the fourth time, it didn't close.
The clicking continued as the merc mashed the button. "Why won't it close now? Is it broke?"
He takes a step back and kicks the wall to make the door work, but all it did was shut off all power to the room, leaving the mercenary in darkness.
"….oops."
*the next morning*
"Ehh….yo, security man. Can ya help a brotha out? Get me outta this suit it's poking me in places I don't wanna be poked!"