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ABSOLUTION
CHAPTER TWO- THE SECOND NIGHT
The first night, while unsettling, was nothing that Mike couldn't handle. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was feeling far more confident when he arrived for his shift for the second night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Mike knew that getting cocky or playing it cool could sometimes come back to bite you in the ass, just like that time that he was playing hockey with his friends. He remembered when he was finally invited to go out and play with the cool, big kids in his neighborhood. Mike and his younger brother were looking forward to joining into their game, but the kids thought that his brother was a bit too young to play. We don't allow babies on our team! So, he was forced to choose between being a good brother or playing it cool to impress the other kids. Grimacing as he thought back on this moment, Mike knew that he had ultimately made the wrong decision by adopting a cocky attitude and berating his little brother. It was still somewhat painful to relive that moment and witness his brother's tears streaming down his little face before running off back to their house.
Mike shook his head as he pulled open the front door to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The sound of his footsteps echoed down the empty hallways as he proceeded toward the security guard office. Mike spied Olivia in the office, so he greeted her politely and she smiled at him in return.
"Good to see you're back for another night, kiddo!" Olivia said as she patted Mike on the back with a hearty slap. "See? You're a natural!"
Mike coughed, momentarily having the wind knocked out of him by the pint sized middle aged woman.
"Thanks," he wheezed.
Just as she did in the night before, Olivia grabbed her personal belongings after popping the second cassette of the training tapes into the audio system.
"I set it up to midnight, just like before," she told Mike before heading out of the office. "See you tomorrow, kiddo!"
Olivia departed the office and Mike once again prepared himself for the second night of this undeclared war he waged against the animatronics. He flopped down into the desk chair and quickly pulled up the camera control panel, ready to begin his shift. Just like clockwork, the phone rang at the stroke of midnight and the second training tape began to play.
"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses..."
"More active?" Mike repeated, murmuring to himself as he flicked through the different camera feeds. "Bring it on."
The previously recorded message continued to play while he monitored the establishment through the camera system.
"So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique..."
Mike froze at the mention of Pirate Cove. He knew exactly to whom the Phone Guy was referring to: Foxy the Pirate. Well, shit. Mike ran a hand through his hair as he considered this new element that was just introduced to him. He certainly hadn't expected yet another memory of Freddy Fazbear's to torment him on a nightly basis now.
It wasn't that he hated Foxy. On the contrary, Mike had once been a big fan of the pirate fox. He remembered watching Foxy on the Freddy Fazbear cartoon show while he was growing up. Foxy had some pretty awesome scenes, with plenty of swashbuckling action that all of the kids Mike's age were immediately enthralled with. He had some fun times as a child putting on a Foxy mask and pretending that he was the furry sailor of the seven seas. And, of course, though he was no longer proud to admit it, Mike had used the mask a time or two to scare the daylights out of his younger sibling. While it was funny at the time, he now recalled these instances of childhood pranks with a bit of guilt. Well, there was nothing that Mike could do about it now. Instead, he knew that his attention was needed elsewhere. Specifically, on the homicidal animatronics that were roaming the halls of the pizzeria at present.
For the most part, Mike considered himself to be pretty fortunate. The animatronics hadn't been too troublesome for him. Freddy had been staying in his rightful place on stage. Foxy hadn't peeked out of Pirate Cove quite yet. Bonnie and Chica had been active, but hadn't really ventured out by the security guard office too much. Instead, they just seemed to enjoy taunting and unnerving him by leering at him with their beady endoskeleton eyes in the cameras. Seeing the animatronics in this light, all these years later, made Mike really question himself about how on earth he had been a fan of this franchise. Ah, the bliss of childhood ignorance. If only he didn't know what the animatronics were truly capable of...
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