If you guessed it, you are very open minded about the scenes. I could be making a bunch of mistakes, correct me if I'm wrong. Anyway, on with the story! I love this chapter already! Also, sadly, this story will end, BUT I will make the ending spectacular! After this I may be making amother one unrelated to this. Maybe an alternate ending, if you guys like that.
Ash POV
I sit in Mike's office, waiting. $120 wasn't enough, so I was checking about overtime. He comes in, nervous as I am. I state my question right away, "Is there overtime?" He looks at me like I don't care for my life. "Uh, yeah. 50 cents, same hours." I resist to slap him. I grumble, "Ok." He's sorry, I guess. "I'll come with you if you want." I didn't need his help. But I was bored there. "Sure, if you tell me how you survived." I thought he would say no, but then he mumbles, "Ok then."
Mike POV
Am I crazy?! I don't want to get killed, but I want to see why Ash survives! And sure, maybe I do want to hang out with her. My mind is like split into two, arguing about what I should do. But I don't really have a choice now. So off to see Ash and hopefully not die.
12 am. Never thought I'd be here again. I missed it, but I hate it. Ash seems to be fine. She doesn't even check the camera. "So, how did you survive this job with doors?" She finally blurts out. How to explain this? "You know I was the victim of The Bite? Well Foxy turned up one day, he saw the stitches, and well, ta da, he seems to like me." She looks really confused. Did I explain it good enough?
But then, she asks, "Why are they nice to me, though?" "I never said the others liked me. Foxy had to work out a deal between me and them." Note I didn't say satanic pact. "What kind of deal?" she asked. I answered back with, "Oh you know, I say they gave up killing, everyone comes back to the restaurant. But they had to not kill me. Don't know why they don't kill you. Assume they just want to keep doing what they're doing." She's pretty horrified, I can tell.
"So," After a long period of time I say those words, "what's your favorite color?" What kind of a question is that? "Blue." That's nice. "That's in the top three for me." We sit around for a bit. "Whats yours?" She questioned. "Green," I try to think of a question. "Do you like to travel?" Geez, my conversation sucks. "Anywhere but here. Are you reading these off a flashcard?" I don't have a flashcard, but just to set things right, I say, "Sorry. I just suck at conversation." "Ah, don't worry, I'll keep going," she said.
"Why are you here with me? Don't you hate it here?" Well, she went there. Oh well, guess I have to answer. "I don't know how you survive this job," I said. She looks pretty hurt for one moment, but it rushes back to normal as soon as it came. "So, just the job. Can't you just check what I've been doing through the cameras?" "Nope, there's no camera in here," I squeezed out.
We just sat awkwardly almost for what seems forever. But it's just 2 am. But then she nervously says, "You know that night, where I was running like towards you?" I nod yes, and she continues, "Well, Freddy, when I ran out of power, like dragged me down the hall, and then there were voices accusing me of murdering them. I think the animatronics kept him away from me." That's why Freddy was slightly busted up.
4 am. Though I hate to say it, we only have 2 hours left. Or maybe I'd love to say it. Mystery I can't really solve. "So, about the contract. You survived the 5 days, so what now?" I said. "Not now." She told me. So we went back to menacing silence.
~Not important to the plot chatter~
6 am. I'm pretty sad to say it, but we have to go. She stares at me with intense blue eyes, like she's waiting for me to do something. I couldn't resist, so I kissed her on the cheek.
Ash POV
I'm pretty sure Mike wants to tell me something, so I hear him out. After a few minutes of silence, I tried to stare him down, just so he could say something. Finally, he did something. The unexpected. He kissed me right on the cheek! I just pointed to my cheek and looked at him in wonder. But I had to do something. It's my choice. But I know what's right. It's not the logical right, it's what I think is right. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. But I heard footsteps, and in popped in a janitor. "Am I interrupting something?" She pointed at us like we murdered somebody. But as she left, I saw the tiniest hint of a thumbs up.
I am not good at writing romance, so I put off the scene until I knew what was going to go down. It's not that bad to me. If you had paid attention, there was a hint in one of Mike's scenes. Anyway, about the fanfic after this, it might be an alternate. Like what would have happened if that happened. Or maybe I should stop this and I can do something unrelated to this "thing". In the back of our minds, we saw it coming.