Mike Schmidt stood in the dark din of a, cramped, cluttered and smoked filled office, to his right stood a young looking man, short at that, as Mike stood a good 6 foot and the man beside him looked barely 5 foot 5. In front of the two men was a third man, sitting down in a big, black, leather, desk chair behind a stout shabby looking desk, covered with papers and whose name platelet simply read "Boss" and was producing the smoke by puffing on a large cigar, even tho it seem to be throwing the shorter man in to frequent coughing fits. Suddenly the man behind the desk removed his pollution stick and, turning to Mike said.
"This." The Boss flicks a wrist, in a lazy manner to gesture at the other man.
"Is your "ticket" to the day shift you keep begging for. Pausing to take a long drag from his cigar, he enjoyed the mix of confusion looks from both men, and began to speak once more.
"I want you to, train this fellow here." Then giving a sideways look to the other man who, instantly straightened his posture and tried to look professional.
"If, and this is a big if Schmidt, you do a good job, you can be promoted to a day time security guard.
With that out of the way he let his words sink into a speechless, soon to be ex night guard and a confused soon to be night guard. When the words did sink in, the look of joy the crossed Mikes face was one like a child, who was just told they were skipping school and going to Disney Land.
"Sir-I, thank you. Thank you so much I promise I-" Mikes joyful babble was soon cut off by the Boss outwardly, showing his palm to hush the other.
"Now, there is something else you need to know. The animatronics have been sent to storage, until there taken to the new pizzeria, to be keep in a safer place, so your job will be easier, on both you and Jeremy."
As soon as Mike heard those words he wanted to jump up and down and cheer. Moving to day shift, and no robot furries to deal with, this was a dream come true. He couldn't wait to tell Doll. But his celebration was cut short when, he heard.
"Uh, hi, I-I'm Jeremey, the new night watch man you'll be training, but I guess y-you already knew t-that."
These words were followed by a short nervous laugh, and causing Mike to turn to face the man beside him. And fully taking him in, with his messy mop of dark brown curls, gentle face, and scrawny looking body, Mike came to one conclusion and one conclusion only. This kid would never last, against the robot furries.