At 6am, Jeremy unlocked the door and opened it, lightly knocking as he entered. Unexpectedly, Mike was awake, leaning over the paperwork on his desk. Blinking, his rubbed his eyes and stood up. Mike glanced to the monitors, double checking the footage quickly. Nodding once, he walked over to the door. Both slowly began walking toward the exit.
"Say...The guy who voices those phone calls. He's just an actor, right?" Jeremy breathed out as Mike nodded absently. Both looked toward the animatronics as they passed. Opening the door, Mike held it open for Jeremy. Stepping outside, Jeremy paused and looked toward Mike.
"Good luck with your brother." Jeremy raised an arm in farewell as he left. Mike leaned on the door, smile plastered on his face. As soon as Jeremy was out of sight, it fell, and he sighed as he lowered his head. Footsteps behind him, and an animatronic hand was gently placed on his shoulder.
"What I'd give to be in my brother's shoes. Heck, I'd just be happy to be able to spend time with him." Mike leaned backward and looked up at the bear above him. Freddy said nothing, Mike chuckled and stood up properly again. Turning, he walked inside, letting the door swing closed. As he passed Freddy, he patted the animatronic's chest twice.
"Don't you worry, I'm going to make sure you all are properly taken care of. You deserve that much for the horror he put you through." Mike walked back to his office and picked up his papers, closing the door and locking it as he returned to the office he used during the day. Sitting down, he leaned over the papers, putting a hand to his chin.
'All I can offer him is a chance at a normal life. It's better than what our parents left us.' Mike narrowed his eyes, growing bitter for a moment as he remembered them. Walking out on two teenagers, not to mention leaving a hefty debt under his name. Mike softened his gaze and sighed, looking over his funds again.
'Oh well, I guess I will have to buy the item I wanted another time.' Mike crossed out something on the piece of paper, and leaned back to grab the phone. Picking it up, he called his brother's number. Eventually, a voice answered.
"Hello, it's about the college thing. Yeah, I can pay for you to go. No really, I want you to. Look if you don't accept the money, I'll pay for it in secret. You're welcome bro. Goodbye." Mike placed the phone down and placed the paper back into the folder, opening a drawer and placing it inside. Pausing, he opened another one and pulled out a picture of a guard that looked exactly like him.
"I wonder what you're doing with your life now that the real culprit is behind bars," he commented to himself. Chuckling, Mike put it away and opened a third drawer, pulling out the papers he had to sign for today. Stifling a yawn, he began to work.
Jeremy opened the door, and blinked. Mike was currently kicking chairs around the room, swearing profusely. Strangely enough, almost all the animatronics were out, save the puppet and one had had yet to meet. Jeremy took a step forward, but Mike didn't notice him. Approaching Mike, Jeremy began to hear the one-sided conversation.
"This is what I get for having faith in today's government. I should have just let the bastard choke. Now he's out there! And you know as well as I what his next target i-" Mike cut himself off, noticing Jeremy as he turned to glare at Freddy. Jumping slightly, he put a hand to his face and groaned. Instantly, he was back to a pleasant smile as he walked over to Jeremy.
"Sorry about that, little misunderstanding with uh…stuff." Mike's excuse was only made believable by the smile still on his face. Jeremy had to admit, Mike was very good at a poker face. Jeremy raised an eyebrow, showing Mike he wasn't buying it. Mike's expression changed, eyes narrowing as he sighed, and picked up a seat. Sitting down, he leaned onto the table and buried his face in his hands.
"Who's out there?" Jeremy sat down as Mike stiffened, and then sighed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a newspaper and slapped it onto the table. Jeremy leaned over, it read: 'MURDER ON THE LOOSE, PRISON RIOT HIDES MASTERMIND'S ESCAPE.' At first Jeremy was confused, but as he skimmed the article, his expression soured. Fritz Smith, the old manager of the pizzeria.
"Don't worry, it won't affect your experience on the Night Shift. Just, if you see anyone, get me the second you do. You don't want to know what happens when he is in the building." Mike was deadly serious as he looked to Jeremy, Freddy walking over to stand behind him. Jeremy raised his head and gulped, wondering just what implications that was supposed to mean. After all, the animatronics were just for a game, right? They weren't actually real, right?
"Alright, I'll be sure to do that." Jeremy nodded and Mike relaxed slightly, standing up as he put the newspaper away. Mike picked up the chairs and put them back in position. Looking around, he sighed and looked toward Jeremy. Pointing toward where the puppet was, he began to speak.
"Listen, I need to-uh- perform repairs on the Mannequin, so I'll be borrowing it for tonight. However don't think it doesn't mean game over if you don't keep the music box wound. The game will continue, but I'll be checking the footage." Mike waited to make sure Jeremy understood, before turning and grabbing the box. Pulling it out, wheels on the bottom squeaked to life and he pushed it toward the office. Pausing at a poster of Freddy, he tapped it three times before pushing the box entirely into the room.
"Alright, you know where I am if you need me. I won't be sleeping tonight, so you don't need the key." Mike waited as Jeremy sat down awkwardly, and turned the chair to nod as Mike. Turning, Mike closed the door, locking it a moment later. For a moment, Jeremy could have sworn he saw something sitting on the left side of the room. Blinking, it was gone, so he prepared to do night 3, knowing it would be much more difficult.
