Chapter 9: Nothing much to say
The chapter is what the title says. It's a filler again, ugh.
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I waited on a bench outside of the pizzeria. It's chilly today, so I'm wearing the scarf Foxy gave me. Clyde was hidden under my hoodie. I checked my phone, and it was almost one in the afternoon. Mike told me to meet him here last night. He wasn't in the building, so I know I'm here first. I really hope I'm not meeting a crazy person. Well, knowing me, Mike might be the one meeting the crazy person. I saw a few families walk in and out, but other than that, nothing else was going on. The door opened to reveal Rutherford. He saw me, greeted a family, and walked to me.
"Good afternoon, Cathy," he said. "Waiting for someone I see?"
"Yeah." A breeze hit us, making the short-sleeved Rutherford shiver.
"Oh damn. I was not a genius when I left the house without a jacket. Do you want to come inside?" I clicked my tongue.
"Sure. I don't think he'll be here anytime soon," I said as I got up. We entered the building, and Rutherford seemed relieved of the warm air. The band was playing and families were eating pizza while their kids watched and danced. The smell of pizza hit my nose and made my stomach growl. Rutherford noticed.
"I swore that was an earthquake," he chuckled.
"Just a little hungry. Maybe I'll eat when my…friend gets here." We walked closer to the stage and leaned against the wall.
"If you don't mind, who are you meeting?" Should I tell him that I'm meeting Mike?
"Well, I'm-"
Rutherford raised a hand to silence me as he looked passed my head. He had a discerned look on his face. I turned to see a young man with puffy brown hair walking through the door. He looked at me, and we were in a deadlock stare. Was that…Mike?
"Do…you know him?" I asked Rutherford.
"Yeah. Someone who worked here." I turned to him.
"Mike Schmidt?" Rutherford's emerald eyes darted at mine.
"Is he the one you're meeting?" he asked. I recalled Mike saying he got fired for messing with the animatronics. I don't know how he did it. Mike said he shot them, but I knew Rutherford probably wasn't pleased.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Rutherford shook his head, the stern look still on him.
"No. I'm just not happy to see him here." He checked his watch. "Well, I gotta work. You two have fun," he said as he walked off. I turned at the sound of footsteps, and saw Mike standing beside me. He was a head taller than me (dammit), and he had baby blue eyes with fading bags. He seemed tired. Depressed even.
"I take it you're Catherine?" he said, his voice sweeter than it was on the phone. I nodded.
"Mike Schmidt?" he nodded.
"Glad to see you made it another night." I chuckled.
"Yeah. I'm glad too." My stomach growled. Like most people do, Mike noticed.
"Here, let's discuss this over some food." I smiled and agreed.
Mike and I sat at a corner table away from the stage. We were already eating pizza when the conversation started.
"So, why did you want to meet me?" I asked while wiping some sauce from my mouth.
"You sounded like you wanted to when you asked for my name. If I actually talked to the guy who worked before me, I would've wanted to meet him too, but…"
"But what?"
"He's dead. He left me recorded messages when I was the night guard. One of them clearly showed he was attacked, and I assumed he was shoved in those costumes," Mike said as he thumbed the band.
"Oh…" I gazed over at Foxy's closed abode. "You said you tried to talk to them?"
"Yeah," Mike nodded. "They actually listened at first, because they were talking back, but…I don't know. It was the bird that snapped first. She just tackled me suddenly, but Freddy and Bonnie pulled her back from me."
"They saved you?"
"Yep." He took another careful bite of his food. "Who did you talk to the last couple of nights?"
"Just Foxy on both nights, but Chica waved to me when I poked out into the halls last night." It was silent for a bit.
"And Foxy didn't try to kill you or anything?" I shook my head.
"No. He gave me this last night," I said. I held up the ends of the scarf.
"That's awfully sweet." I half smiled.
"It was." Foxy's mentioning of an incident popped in my head again. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure?"
"Foxy said something about an incident that he was involved in. He seemed surprised when I didn't know about it. Do you know anything about that?"
"Um…" Mike turned around and scanned the area. His head stopped when he saw Rutherford coming out of the hall. He gave us a disturbing eye when he saw us before walking into the kitchen. Mike turned back to me and leaned over the table. "Ever heard of the Bite of '87?"
To be continued...
Yeah, I wasn't too sure on how the scene with Cathy meeting Mike would go, so I literally typed whatever the hell popped into my head the next second. Hope that's okay .-.
Well, I know that the next chapter will be better :)
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