"Hey Mike," Jeremy greets, "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed a little… umm… S-so, how are you doing?"
"Hi Jeremy, come on in," Mike offers.
Jeremy walks into the house and stands in the middle of the room. He turns around and sees the blanket. He jumps and yelps. Mike looks at him with confusion.
"R-right, the robot. That's kind of why I came here. Jeez Mike, I didn't expect it to be in your living room," Jeremy scratches his head, "So, I was wondering if you were okay. I mean, well, it's just, I didn't think that you of all people would buy an animatronic, especially one from the Fazbear Company."
Mike asks, "Jeremy, why don't you sit down and we'll talk."
Jeremy nods and sits on the couch. Mike sits in his favorite armchair next to him.
Mike starts, "Look Jeremy. This may sound weird, but I don't know. I don't know why I bought that stupid robot. Trust me, I didn't want to. I feel like there was something, a force, which made me buy it. I couldn't put my hand down. I couldn't say no. It didn't make any sense at the time and it still doesn't. Also, before I ever saw this animatronic I had a dream, and this same robot was in it. I'm sure of it. It doesn't add up. If you want me to be truly honest then I will. Jeremy, I'm scared. I'm scared and I don't know what to do."
Jeremy frowns. He states, "Mike, I believe you. About the force and the dream and all that. It's just, this just seems so supernatural. I don't know if anyone else will believe you. Are you going to get rid of the thing? Are you just going to let it haunt you forever? What is your plan?"
"I don't quite have a plan yet. Do you think anyone in their right mind would want to buy a broken down, old, ugly, animatronic? What, do you expect them to keep it in their bedroom and have it their when they sleep at night? I surely don't." Mike lets out.
Jeremy and Mike just kind of sit there for a moment. They think the situation over. Eventually after some thinking they give up.
"Mike, I want to help you, but I don't know how," Jeremy pipes up.
Mike replies, "It's fine Jeremy, don't worry. I'll get through this. It'll all work out in the end. It always does."
Soon, after some more talking, Jeremy goes home and Mike is alone once again. He doesn't dare fall asleep. No matter how comfy his armchair is he won't even blink for more than 5 seconds. With that thing right there, can you blame him?
After some sitting and thinking Mike decides that he may get too tired if he just sits there. He gets up and goes over to the computer. He's going to look up some stuff.
