Cabin Fever
Original One-shot by: arseyman
"...And heavy snow is predicted for tonight over the mid-western United States, with occasional showers here and there, followed by..."
Security guard Mike Schmidt buttoned up his navy blue uniform and pinned his nametag to his breast pocket, absent-mindedly scratching his cheek as he listened to the weather forecast, the noise from the TV set in his apartment filtering into his bedroom. Stepping into his slightly scuffed black shoes, he strolled to his humble abode's front door, noticing the scrapes on the wooden floor and around the door handle. These were evidence of the time Foxy spent in his apartment after the kitchen fire. Which led to Mike and the aforementioned fox getting kidnapped. And Mike getting shot. And Christina being killed...
No. Do NOT go down there again, Mike thought, shuddering at the memory of Trout's hitwoman slumping to the floor after being 87'nd, turning the door handle and shoving the key in the lock once in the hallway. The floor in the corridor was lined with the same scratches, more evidence left of Foxy's presence. Mike stepped into the elevator and strolled to the bus stop once it had descended.
Ten minutes later, the bus pulled to a stop, brakes hissing, as Mike disembarked. The bus pulled away, the fumes from the exhaust turning into wispy clouds the second they hit the cold night air. Keys in hand, he walked up to the front doors of Freddy's, leaving fresh prints in the light snow. Flakes drifted down, given an orange hue by the streetlights overhead. The guard turned the key and pulled the double doors open, and was fairly surprised to see the Fazbear Four standing together in the dining area. Their eyes glowed dim in the moderate darkness, telling Mike that their night vision was turned on. A small, wind up radio, left behind from when the solar storm had occured, was set up on one of the tables, broadcasting a news channel. The dials and buttons showed slight signs of damage, which the guard guessed were from Foxy operating the device with his hook. "Hi, guys," Mike greeted, "what are you up to?"
"Hello, Michael," Freddy returned.
"Ahoy, Mike lad," replied Foxy.
"Hey," said Chica.
"Hi, Mike!" said Bonnie, beaming as per usual.
"Well, Michael," continued Freddy, "we heard guests talking about a large snowstorm heading our way, and I thought we should listen to a radio to see if we're going to be okay. After what happened with that solar storm." Freddy let out an imitation of a chuckle.
"Well, seems like a good idea," Mike said, "are you guys worried or anything?"
"Not much." Freddy said with a smile.
"Are you used to extreme weather?"
"Sorta," came Chica's reply, "apart from that weird solar storm a few months back we had a butt-ton of rain a few years ago."
"Aye," confirmed Foxy, "ye coul' almos' sail in tha floodwater."
"The pizzeria is built in a dip in the ground, so when it comes to weather like rain and snow it can get fairly bad, but not too much." Freddy reassured.
"Eh," said the guard, disconcerned, "I saw the forecast a half hour ago and it probably won't be as bad as it says it'll be." He unslung his bag and dumped it on the table. "Now, onto what we'll do tonight." He ducked his hand into the bag and pulled out a rectangular, dark gray games console, along with a tangled mass of cables, four controllers and a copy of Mario Kart 64. Placing them on the table, Mike walked towards Pirate's Cove and walked out a few seconds later with a TV on a trolley that sat in the corner. The guard picked up the wiring and a minute later the console was plugged in and running. He sat down, cross-legged, and picked up a controller.
"Ready to play?"
Thirty minutes later, awkwardly holding the controller in her large paws, Bonnie emerged as the victor of the first few races, although Chica wasn't far behind. Mike came in third, and surprisingly, Freddy came in dead last. Foxy, thankfully, had decided to opt out, given his unpredictability when it came to games.
"Jeez, Bon, since when were you this good at stuff like this?" Chica asked incredulously.
"I don't know," the rabbit answered rather honestly, "maybe I'm just a natural."
"It is our first time doing this, Chica," reminded Freddy.
"Yeah, but what if she's tried it before but you don't know?" said Mike.
"Fair point."
Foxy spoke up. "Aye, I wan' a try."
"Okay," replied Mike, "but if you're a sore loser you can't join in for the rest of the night."
"Don' worry yerself, Mike," said the pirate, 'Ol' Foxy won' be mad this time."
"Bet you he won't last ten minutes," Chica said to Bonnie, lowering her voice so it was barely audible.
Ten Minutes Later
"Blasted game!" Foxy shouted, swiping his hook through the air. He furiously handed the controller back to Mike and stormed off back to the Cove.
"Well," quipped Chica, "That lasted long."
"Oh, really?" said Mike, his sarcasm level parallel with Chica's.
"Well, back to the game it is, then," said Bonnie cheerfully, breaking the awkward silence that followed. The group, minus Foxy, sat back down on the floor, cross-legged in Mike's case, picking up their controllers.
"Great. Time to lose again, I suppose." Chica said as the gripped her controller once more.
Three Hours Later
"Fucking hell, Freddy, another blue shell?!" cried Mike as the guard was blown off the track for the third time that race.
"All part of the game, Michael," the bear returned with an imitation of a smug grin, "don't be like Foxy now. And such language."
"I HEARD THA', FREDDY!" yelled Foxy, still sulking in the Cove, his voicebox slightly muffled by the curtain and walls between them.
"Freddy, if you pull another one of your tricks out of your hat again I'm not talking to you for the rest of the night," Chica griped, frustrated. She was now in third place, just edging ahead of Mike who was predictably still lagging behind in last. Now that the bear had gotten the hang of Mario Kart, much like with Monopoly, he was shredding the other two, but Bonnie was just hanging on to the lead. Just before the finish line, Freddy appeared from nowhere and practically rammed the rabbit's kart off the track, securing his first victory of the night.
Bonnie looked pretty downtrodden, but she warmed up.
"It's about time you won," she said with a smile.
"Dang it, Freddy," grumbled Chica.
"Well done, Freddy," congratulated Mike before it was swallowed by a yawn, "I think I'm about done. I'm gonna be asleep in my office if you need me."
The guard stumbled off to his booth, and soon dozed off to the noise of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica laughing and shouting from down the hall.
Mike's phone alerted him that it was ten to six, and the bleary-eyed guard got up and strolled back to the dining area, surprised to see the animatronics still playing Mario Kart. "Guys," he said, rubbing his eyes, "it's gonna be 6 AM in a few minutes, so go back to your places or whatever while I pack this stuff up."
The three rose, as Chica lightly punched Freddy in the arm and rolled her eyes, to which the bear just grinned. Mike unplugged the Nintendo and stuffed it back into his bag, watching the animatronics return to their show positions.
"Bye, Mike!" Bonnie called and waved, to which the guard waved back.
"Bye, guys!" Mike called back, and unlocked the door. He gave it a push, but for some reason it wouldn't budge. He gave it another shove but it still wouldn't move. Mike only just noticed that he couldn't see anything out of the doors, which he just attributed to the streetlights being off. He grabbed his flashlight and shone it at the door, which just illuminated a white wall against the door. Mike realised and stepped back in shock. "Uh, guys," he said with uncertainty, "did anyone check the snow?"
The three on stage shook their heads, and Foxy popped his out of the curtains. "No' me, mate," the pirate replied with a similar shake of the head, "I was in tha Cove. Why?"
"Because I think we're snowed in."
Mike tried and ultimately failed to push the door open enough to get out; the snowdrift was just too deep and the guard was too weak. The emergency exits in Pirate's Cove and the kitchen also seemed to be blocked too. He had tried for thirty minutes and was just about to give up when he had an idea.
"Hey, Freddy!" he shouted across the dining area, "Come and give me a hand!" The bear complied and walked over, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
"What do you need help with, Michael?"
"You don't reckon you could help me with this door, could you?"
"I don't see why not," Freddy replied, "after all, it's just snow." The bear pushed against the door with all the strength his servos could handle. The glass and metal frame groaned under the pressure of Freddy's massive hands, but it still wouldn't give way.
"Well, I guess we're stuck here." said Mike, defeated by the immovable wall of frozen water. I wonder how the rest of the town is getting on, he thought.
The First Freddy Fazbear's
BB grinned once he had finished charging, and ran over the windows as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him. After the nice man Nathan had connected him up to the glowy thing on wheels, he could move around during the day too. BB loved the snow (as much as he loved the sun and rain); the miniscule balloon vendor loved watching the snow coat the houses and streets in a thick white blanket. BB didn't know what snow was, exactly, but that didn't matter.
But this time, it was different. BB couldn't even see out of the window, the snow was that deep. The small animatronic grabbed a sturdy chair and eagerly scrambled onto it, but he still couldn't see over the mound of snow. He ran off to tell the others. "Guys!" he shouted with immense glee, "It's snowed!" Toy Bonnie widened his eyes and leapt off the stage, with his bandmates following soon after.
"Well, shoot, I gotta tell Mangle!" The rabbit ran off to Kid's Cove, his plastic footsteps soon diseappearing into the distance.
"I gotta tell Eddy!" Toy Freddy gasped, his uncannily-goofy voice echoing around the dining area. The bear burst into Parts and Service, scanning for the grouchy endoskeleton with his night vision. "Eddy!" he said, once locating him, "it's snowed!"
"Whatever, tell me when I care. Leave me to rot in peace." Freddy rolled his eyes, and walked back out to the sound of "And that's not my name!"
Bonnie almost slammed open the door to Kid's Cove with excitement, but was dismayed to find the decimated fox nowhere to be seen. He searched the entire room with earnest, but the rabbit could not find Mangle anywhere. Glumly, he walked back out but was surprised to hear a quiet rumbling from overhead. Straining his auditory receptors, he couldn't hear any explanation until one of the ceiling panels burst open and Mangle herself crawled out with haste, letting out a incessant, frightened screech. Seconds later snow poured out of the hole and heaped upon the floor. Once the discharge of snow had stopped, Mangle whimpered from her perch on the ceiling. The fox was soaked with snow, but thankfully none of her exposed wiring had been damaged.
"Are you okay, Mangle?" Bonnie asked, concerned.
"Bzzyrznowbzzrxyxx" she said, shaking like a leaf.
"There's snow on the roof?"
Mangle nodded and crawled off, leaving Bonnie to awkwardly step around the congealed mass of snow.
Downtown Police Headquarters
Officer Reuben sat in a battered and ripped swivel chair in his office, on the top floor of the building that housed the town's police department. He rested his feet on one of the desks, absent-mindedly spinning a pencil in his fingers. His colleagues,Sergeant Polk and Officer Galloway were in the same room, sat at different desks and ready to answer calls from the receptionist. The three had been there all night, there to respond to calls from distressed residents.
"Say, Reub, how many calls do ya think we're gonna get over the snow?"
"I dunno, Gall, probably not much. I bet we'll only have to shovel it off the driveway." Polk walked over to the window, drumming his fingers on the sill, when he looked down and saw the ground, wide-eyed, making an odd strangled noise. Reuben and Galloway noticed and ran over, eager but at the same time anxious to see what had gotten Polk so worked up.
"Polk, buddy, what's the matter? Something wr-"
Reuben stopped talking when he took in the state of the snow. The level of the white stuff had piled up so much that it reached the windows of the patrol cars in the parking lot.
"That's gonna be a pretty big shovel, Reub." Galloway observed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Adventure Park
Sir Drake wandered out of the unfinished Globetrotter and stopped in his tracks when he saw the snow. The dragon had never before experienced such strange things before; it was almost as if someone had laid a white blanket over the park. Even in the pitch-darkness, the snow was still visible as it fell heavily onto the ground. "Ah! Herr Drake!" called Baron Von Pizza, "Vhat is zhe matter?"
"By my troth," murmured Drake, looking at the flakes flutter to the ground, "what is this unworldy material?"
"I do not know, but maybe somevone else vill." He imitated clearing his throat. "Herr Dalton!" he shouted. A moment later the guard emerged from his post; he was still on duty in case someone took advantage of the weather to endulge in some thievery. Dalton had been positioned permanently near the Globetrotter after the park's security team learned of the three robots' sentience, since Jeremy was in charge for that department. Dalton wouldn't admit it to anyone on the team, especially not Jeremy, but he actually liked the ex-Pizza Baron animatronics.
"What is it, Baron?" the guard asked, appearing from the direction of his station and shaking snow from his thick jacket.
"Was ist das?" replied Baron, his German filtering through again, pointing at the thick layers of snow.
"That's snow, buddy. Schnee."
"Yeah, but what is it, exactly?" asked Maxwell, who had by now joined the discussion.
"It's just really cold water. People are fine with it, but you robots ought to stay away. It'll damage your circuits or something like that, so don't touch it." And with that, Dalton returned to his station, leaving the animatronics still pretty puzzled.
"Water? I don't believe such lies." huffed Drake, turning away. Maxwell and Baron shared a look.
"So, Mikey, what is snow?" Chica asked, using Mike's childhood nickname and earning herself a glare from the guard in question.
"It's just really cold water. When it freezes, it just turns into this powder," Mike explained, " and then it melts and turns back into water when it's warm or hot. Sorta like ice. I don't really know the specifics, but you guys shouldn't touch it. Snow could damage your-"
"No, i' won', Mike," interrupted Foxy, "ye need lots o' water to shu' us dow'. I remem'er when Freddy go' hi' in tha face wi' a cup full o' tha stuff and he shu' down.
"That's true," confirmed Freddy, "and I think I remember Nathan saying something like our hands and feet are colder than our torsos and heads, so I'm fairly sure that we can step on it or pick it up without melting it. Even then, our suits will protect us from any snow we get hit by. That incident with the cup of water was because it hit between my suit's head and body." He finished off the explanation with a reassuring smile.
"Bilge suckin' lubbers," Foxy muttered at the memory.
A car's engine was heard passing by through the gap in the snow dug out from the door, and the sound of the car pulling to a halt filtered through as well. Footsteps crunching through the snow soon followed. Mike and the 'bots gathered by the doors, and a frown-covered face framed by red hair was made visible in the gap. "Good morning, Schmidt." she greeted roughly.
"Mornin', Arianna." replied Mike, "Who pissed in your Cheerios?"
"Hi, boss!" said Bonnie, poking her head into the gap.
"Cut the lip, Schmidt," said Arianna, nodding at Bonnie, distressed but still calm, "how the hell are we going to open up?"
"Hell if I know." replied Mike. "Maybe we could shovel our way out?"
"Seems reasonable. I'll go and get some, don't know where from though. Just stay here, keep the animatronics in order, stop anyone unauthorised from getting in, blah blah blah, etcetera, you know the drill."
"Okay, Arianna. Will do." And with that, she climbed back down the snowdrift, leaving Mike to figure out what to do next.
"Well, what do we do now, Mike?" asked Chica. Freddy had returned to Backstage and Bonnie wandered the West Hall. Foxy was crouched by the door, apparently engaged in discovering what snow was like. Upon realising it could be formed into balls and easily squashed, the pirate had a cunning idea.
"I don't really know, Chica, maybe we just wait for-" The guard was rudely interrupted by a snowball slamming with considerable speed into the side of his head. The cold was shocking, almost like burning. Mike staggered back, nearly falling over, before regaining his posture and whipping around his head in shock.
"Snowball figh'!" cried Foxy with glee, sprinting around the tables and into the Cove to avoid return fire from a stunned Mike. A smile formed across his face.
"If you wanna go, Foxy, it's on!" the guard laughed, his voice muffled by the curtains in Pirate's Cove. The fox dashed over to the emergency exit, already forced open by Chica and Bonnie earlier in the morning, and ducked his good hand into the snow outside. Scooping up several handfuls of snow, Foxy set them down on the threadbare carpet, slightly opened the curtains and flung snowball after snowball through the gap with precision only a robot like him could achieve. Mike, who in the same time had only managed to make three snowballs, was pelted by Foxy's ammunition.
"Load tha cannons, lads!" yelled Foxy as more snowballs rained upon the entrance doors. Chica had already ducked behind a table, hands shielding her head, with a worried expression on her face. Mike laughed as he returned fire at Pirate's Cove.
"What's going on, Mike? I heard shout-" Bonnie instinctively crouched as a line of snowballs flew over her head; one of them managed to slip inbetween her ears and the rest disintegrated against the back of her head. She ran out of the way and snuck around to where Chica was sheltered, crouching down to her friend's level.
"Chica, what's going on?" The rabbit seemed scared about the fact that the pirate and the night guard were involved in an all-out war.
"Foxy threw a snowball at Mike, he retailiated, and now the dining hall isn't safe." Chica recited, with an expression that conveyed the feeling that it was just another day at the office. Snow coated the area around the curtains to Pirate's Cove, but the area near the front doors were absolutely swamped in comparison.
"Michael, what is that noise?" Freddy said with a chuckle, emerging from backstage just in time to see a cluster of Foxy's snow artillery land on Mike, almost knocking the hapless guard to the floor.
"Oh. Hi, Freddy." Mike replied, staggering back up from Foxy's latest assault and dusting snow off his shoulders.
"Having a snowball fight, are we? Well, if so, I'm joining your side, Michael. Foxy can't do this any longer." The bear walked over and crouched down next to Mike.
"Pass me some snow," Freddy said, gesturing with his hand. The guard did so and the bear threw his first snowball of the night, landing squarely on Foxy's snout.
"I thought you said that snow is bad if it gets between your joints?" Mike asked.
"Water, Michael, water. The snow should be fine if we don't let it stay and melt," Freddy replied, lobbing another ball that just missed Foxy's ears.
"Well, I'm gonna go join Foxy since he's winning." Chica announced and walked towards the Cove, dodging the pirate's barrage. "Hey, Foxy. I'm joining your side."
"Aye, lass," the fox replied, "I can' do this alone." Foxy grinned as he passed every other snowball to Chica, doubly increasing the Pirate's Cove side's fire rate. Most of Chica's missed, but one slammed right into Mike's face, stunning the guard for a few seconds.
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt!" taunted Chica, her voice echoing from Pirate's Cove and around the dining area. Bonnie still sat behind a table with her ears bent fully down and her hands on her head. She had cringed when Mike got hit.
"I don't think I want to play, Mike." she said quietly.
"It's okay, Bon. You don't-" One of Foxy's snowballs smacked into his face, and Bonnie smiled despite herself as he wiped it off. "You don't have to join in."
"Can I watch from the stage?"
"Yeah, sure, go ahead."
Bonnie eagerly ran off and sat on the stage, her legs dangling off the edge and scraping against the floor. She watched intently as the battle unfolded. A steady stream of snowballs erupted from behind the Cove's curtains, mirrored by a slightly slower volley from Mike and Freddy's side.
"Hold on, Mike, I have an idea." Freddy picked up two handfuls of snow and used his adept stealth to sneak down the East Hall. He crept through the office, making sure not to cause any disruption to Mike's belongings, and slunk up the West Hall. With one hand, he held the snow, and with the other he ever so slightly pulled back the curtains, leaving just enough leeway for his cunning plan. All at once, he lobbed two handfuls worth of snowballs into Pirate's Cove and ran off, his deep belly laugh echoing around the building to the tune of Chica and Foxy's screams.
"FREDDY!" Chica screamed, shaking her fist at the retreating bear, absolutely coated in snow.
"Freddy, ye bilge-suckin' rat!" Foxy yelled as snow dropped from his loose jaw.
And so the battle continued, with several sneaky moves from each side, until all the snow that could be gathered from the cracks in the doors was gone. Eventually, Mike sat exhausted, slumped in a chair and waiting for Arianna to arrive. The animatronics, who couldn't feel fatigue thanks to their metal nature, kept at it.
A half hour later, footsteps could again be heard cruching in the snow outside. Mike strolled over to the doors as Arianna made herself visible in the gap.
"Schmidt, I got some shovels. Do what you can, I've called Nathan to help, maybe get the robots to help." She passed four snow shovels through the gap in the door, which was quite difficult, but eventually all four shovels were in Mike's hands.
The guard turned to the assembled Fazbear Four. "Is there any other way out of the building other than the front doors and the two emergency exits?" The animatronics racked their memory processors, trying to remember if there was any other breaches of the building to the outside world. Bonnie spoke up. "I think there's a skylight in the supply closet, but I don't know if it opens or not."
"Great," Mike replied, "I'll try it, but I'm gonna need some help."
"Mike, are you sure this is a good idea?"
The guard sat awkwardly on Chica's shoulders, one hand as support on the bird's head, and the other trying to grasp at the handle to open the skylight.
"Don't worry, Chica, I've got this all under control."
"Well, obviously you don't, seeing as you haven't opened it yet."
"Shut up, Chica, I know what I'm- ahah!"
Mike had just managed to grab the handle, but he held on tight enough to support him.
"Alright, walk backwards as I pull it open so none of the snow falls on you."
Chica did so as several cubic feet of snow dropped from the skylight and into a conveniently placed tub. The bird nudged the plastic container out of the way and repositioned herself under the open skylight.
"Okay, Mikey, stand on my shoulders to get up." The guard tentatively did so, glaring at Chica, his legs trembling, and slowly but surely Mike had a firm grasp on the edge of the pizzeria's roof, his hands buried deep in the snow.
"Okay, Chica, support my legs, I've almost got it-shit!" Mike had misplaced a hand, and in a futile attempt to hang on accidentally kicked the bird backwards into a shelf of cleaning tools. A couple of mop buckets tumbled off and a broom fell down, but it was nothing major. Mike was just hanging on to the skylight, his legs dangling into the supply closet.
"Hang in there, Mike!" cried Chica, stifling a chuckle at her pun. "I got ya!" The chicken put her wings under his feet, and Mike visibly relaxed as he regained his posture. Using Chica's support and guidance, Mike eventually climbed into the roof of the establishment.
"Pass me a shovel, Chica." The bird bent down and handed Mike a snow shovel, and the guard trudged through the snow, shovel in hand, towards the edge of the roof. Mike recognized Arianna's sedan and Nathan's pickup truck with snow piled in the bed, and the mechanic in question was busy shoveling snow off of the drift that had enveloped the front doors. The snowfall had stopped completely by now, so Mike had the full, unobstructed view of the area, coated in snow. Nathan looked up at the movement.
"Hey, Mike. How the hell did you get up there?" Nathan called
"Supply closet skylight. Nearly knocked Chica over trying to get up. Had to stand on her shoulders," Mike replied.
"Nice. How long you been trapped in there?"
"Since midnight."
"Wow."
Mike dropped down off the roof and landed knee-deep in a snowbank, and made his way to the Pirate's Cove emergency exit. Shovel in hand, the guard attacked the mound of snow, scooping it up and flinging it over his shoulder.
An hour and three cups of coffee later, Mike had successfully carved the way through Pirate's Cove's emergency exit from the outside. He knocked on the door, and seconds later Foxy opened it.
"Ahoy, Mike lad. Need somethin'?" the pirate asked.
"Yeah, give us a hand with the snow, will ya?" Mike replied, offering him a shovel.
Nathan emerged from behind a snowbank to see Foxy trudging out into the snow with a shovel in his good hand.
"Mike, why the hell are you getting them to help? The snow'll blow their-" Nathan began.
"No, it won't," said Mike and Foxy in unison.
"Aye," Foxy continued, "ye tol' us tha' our legs 'n arms be safe from wa'er."
"Okay then, fair enough. Foxy, go help Mike clear out the front entrance. I'll take care of the kitchen entrance." the mechanic ordered.
"Do you want me to get the other three involved?" Mike asked.
"Don't see why not."
Mike ran into the pizzeria through Pirate's Cove, with three shovels in hand. "Guys! Nathan wants you to help clear out the snow."
"Well, if he wants us to do it, then we shall." came Freddy's reply.
The other three grabbed their shovels and walked out into the snow, imprinting large, nearly identical footprints in the white blanket.
Clutching the steering wheel of her car, Brianna Stevens slowly edged along the empty, but icy, road. She hated cold weather, after she nearly wrecked her car last year on the slippy roads, and the year before she watched a frightful accident develop before her eyes.
As her car inched along the asphalt, she passed Freddy Fazbear's. She had been there once or twice as a kid, but she never liked it and thought the characteristic robot band was weird and uncanny. Brianna kept her eyes on the road, but as she threw occasional glances at the restaurant, she noticed four, large colorful shapes that were distorted and warped by the frosty window; one brown, one purple, one yellow, and one red with hints of dark grey. The odd shapes seemed to be engaged in what appeared to be digging snow.
"I really need to cut down on my coffee intake," she said to herself, and kept driving.
Two hours later, the main entrance and the two emergency exits were clear of snow, with the excess shoveled onto the sides around the doors, creating a valley of snow, almost. Arianna whipped out her phone and dialed the restaurant's staff, telling them to all turn up for work. She went inside the building and walked out with three signs, promoting the pizzeria's open doors.
"Arianna, you're seriously not opening now, are you?" Mike asked, bewildered.
"Can it, Schmidt," she replied immediately, not looking at the guard, "Remember the solar storm?"
Mike paused. "Fair point."
Arianna turned to face the guard. "Anyway, Schmidt, what was last night like? How the hell did all this snow get inside?"
Mike paused, before exchanging knowing smiles with the animatronics onstage.
"Just another night, boss. Just another night."
Hey guys, it's Delta! This lovely story was written by the fantastic "arseyman." He/she's one of the awesome folks that helped and continues to help make the "Just Another Night at Freddy's" TV Tropes page! I also think he/she does other stuff too, so definitely hit him/her up! As you can see above, he/she's a talented author. Thanks again, arseyman!