My Life as a Security Guard

by The Wolf Of Paris

Mike Schmidt returns to a new and revamped security job at a new location. However, he is quickly thrust right back into the horror as his tormentors return to haunt him.Will he survive? Will he go insane?

11. Mike's Dream

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I opened my eyes and I sat up in a narrow hallway. The floor was covered with alternating black and white tiles, and the normally drab gray walls were covered in crude drawings of the animatronics. My eyes were drawn to one in particular, however. It was the puppet, standing beside his box.

Then it started to move. Suddenly, I could see myself in the picture. I was walking from the right side of the paper to the left. As I walked past a certain crazy clown robot, it reached over and pulled a small yellow circle out of me and threw it in the box, but I kept walking. The words "It's Me" flashed on the paper, and the puppet turned to me and smiled even wider. It jumped out of the drawing, straight into my face, screaming.

I woke up with a start, screaming, sweat pouring down my face. I looked around, and the circus tent was completely lit up, but empty. I looked down at my watch, showing 12 am the next day. I had slept for 18 hours, but they hadn't laid a finger on me. I looked down and heard some paper crinkle. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a very dirty slip of paper. I held it in front of my face and read "You have until 6 to play my song, or I will play it on the dead remains of your little golden friend. Hurry, Mike."

Cliffhanger, I'm a dick, bye!