One good turn deserves a pizza
By Cosmic Gerbil
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Five Nights at Freddys.
Part 1
It was a peaceful (?) day at Team Galactic HQ. Cyrus was writing up a complicated scientific report, Saturn was painting a remote controlled woodchuck and Mars and Jupiter were playing Cheese Wheel Hockey online.
Suddenly, the afternoon's tranquil peacefulness was shattered, as the phone rang out very loudly and urgently.
"I'll get it Boss," Saturn said because he loved to help Cyrus.
"Thank you, Commander," Cyrus replied. Saturn lifted the handset and listened to the reply.
"Oh, it's for you Boss," he said, passing the handset over to Cyrus. "It's some guy called Mike with a cold".
"Hm, I don't know anybody named Mike With A Cold," said Cyrus. "Good afternoon, this is Mr Agaki speaking. Oh! Hello Mike".
"Well, 25% of his name correct isn't bad," Mars said to Saturn.
Cyrus continued to speak on the phone. "Yes, that is unfortunate," he said. "I agree with you, it would be unwise, as important as your work is. You could leave behind a trace of the rhinovirus, which could then spread and infect other people".
Saturn blinked and looked across at Mars and Jupiter. "Rhino virus?" he said. "It that some kind of zombie infection that causes people to turn into rhinos?"
"Saturn, you play far too many video games," Jupiter said. "Shush and let the Boss finish his call".
"Yes, of course," Cyrus said. "My Commanders and I could handle it without any problems at all. We shall aid you in your time of infection".
"Is Mike gonna turn into a rhino?" Saturn asked in a worried tone. Jupiter helpfully covered up his mouth.
"Certainly. Well, good bye Mike and I hope that your lymphocytes will create a suitable number of strong antibodies to help destroy the infection as soon as possible". There was a click at the other end of the line and Cyrus put the headset down.
"Who was that Boss?" Saturn asked. Mars and Jupiter also looked curious.
"It was Mike Schmidt," Cyrus replied. "The Night Guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He has a nasty cold so he cannot go into work tonight, as the cold virus could spread and infect customers the next day".
"Oh dear," Mars said in a concerned tone. "I hope he will feel better soon".
"Who is covering his shift?" Jupiter wanted to know.
"I am glad that you asked that question, Commander Jupiter," Cyrus said. "That is why Mike phoned up. He wants us to cover for him".
Saturn, Mars and Jupiter all stared blankly at Cyrus. Then Mars spoke up.
"Do you mean we get to work at the place with the adorable robot animals?"
"Yes," said Cyrus.
"And we can go in the super-cool office and play with the automatic doors and the fan?" Jupiter asked.
"Yes".
"And we'll get free pizza?" Saturn said eagerly.
"I can work on that," Cyrus said. He called up Mike again, to ask him this most important and crucial question.
"Hello again Mike," Cyrus said". I am sorry to have to call you back while your white blood cells are valiantly battling against the rhinovirus but I have an important question, courtesy of Commander Saturn".
Saturn smiled hopefully at Cyrus.
"Yes, will we have free pizza? We will? Excellent!" Saturn beamed and flung his arms around Cyrus in delight. Mars and Jupiter giggled.
"Commander Saturn, control your emotions," Cyrus said.
"Thanks Mike, that's great!" Saturn yelled down the phone.
"And now Mike will have temp deafness to go with his cold," Jupiter said to Mars.
"Yes, thank you and I wish to apologise for my over exuberant Commander," said Cyrus. "Good bye Mike". He put the receiver down and Saturn finally released him from his hug.
"So, it is settled then," Cyrus said. "We shall go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Restaurant tonight at midnight and take the night shift".