I am sorry for posting this chapter late, school decided to load me down with work...but enough excuses, on with the story!
Mike once again found himself inside his office. Oh Great, here we go again. He thought to himself as he picked up the tablet, which seemed thicker than usual. As he taped around on the screen, he stopped at the main room and stared into it. What caught his eye was the man that seemed to haunt his dreams what's with this guy? Walking out of the office and down the east hall, Mike hoped nothing would jump out at him.
As he opened the wood-style door, Mike saw the curtains to the main stage where open. Being more curious than anything, Mike walked up to the stage and stood there. "Hello, my wondering guest." Came a voice from behind mike causing him to jump up and spin around to face the speaker. I see you have taken an interest in the stage, but sadly the performers are gone" stepping back, and falling onto the stage with a loud 'thunk', Mike said "ouch" as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head, he asked "what do you mean they are gone? And why are you smiling?" wiping the grin from his face the man said "They have long since moved on, leaving me to wonder these halls alone" lifting his arms, the man's golden robe caught and reflected the sunlight streaming in through the window.
Looking at him, Mike asked "who were the performers? As he said this, Mike got off the stage and stood up "who are you and where am I anyways?" chuckling, the man replied "so many questions, and so little time. But I'll oblige you and answer them." reaching up, the man started to stoke a beard that clearly wasn't there before "the performers are names you know, but they belong to others. My name is" trialing off in thought for a moment, the man continued "well, you wouldn't know my real name, so you may call me Vincent" Mike almost missed it, but for a quick second, the man's golden robe was replaced by a purple uniform that looked like the uniformed he was currently wearing. "And you are in a place, long gone and forgotten, it doesn't exist in the physical world. As far as I know"
Shaking his head in hopes of clearing it, Mike looked around and saw the sorry state that the building was in and asked "so, are we in hell?" Shifting uncomfortably, and chuckling at the same time, the man said "No, this is not hell. You are still alive, after all. This, my friend is somewhere between the land of the living, and the dead. It is a bridge between the two" with a blank look in his eyes, mike simply stared into the face of the man before him before asking him "what are the names of the performers?" tugging on his beard, Vincent said "Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. Of course I can't forget Foxy, I love all my beautiful creations!" as the man's face lit up with glee, Mike though the man meant the androids he was familiar with. So he asked "your creations? They were made by several of the brightest people in the world, not some crazy old coot." The moment Mike said those words, the man's beard disappeared, his robes changed into the purple uniform, and the thing that haunted Mike the most, was the fact that his pupils disappeared, enveloped into the white of his eyes, leaving only a black pinprick.
"How dare you, you insignificant insect." As Vincent said this he seem to grow, until he towered over Mike. "I was not talking about those pathetic excuses for robots, I meant my creations, the ones I made with my own two hands. If you had to survive their onslaught, you wouldn't make it past night two before they showed you the Joy of Creation" as the man's voice grew more demonic, mike's survival senses kicked in. He ran, towards the only place of safety that he knew.
As Mike dashed into the office, He slammed both doors shut the moment he entered. Collapsing into the office chair, Mike thought to himself WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? And what on earth is this "Joy of Creation" Thing? Then Mike felt something, and heard it as well. Giant footsteps, slowly making their way to the office. Oh crap, I just hope these doors hold up Mike thought. As the heavy thudding approached the right side door, they suddenly stopped. And a deep and demonic voice said "Mike Schmitt, I will show you the Joy of Creation, just as I showed those little brats all those years ago" how in hell dose this monster know my Fu*king name? I haven told anyone what it was….ever since Jess- but before Mike could finish his thought, the door came crashing into the room, It nailed Mike strait in the forehead, smashing in his head.
OH my goodness... Is Mike dead? they say that if you die in a dream you die in real life. Well you'll just have to keep an eye out for the next bit of this cliffhanger!
*Mike* but I'm not dead, I am right here
*me* Dang it mike, I was trying to add suspense, and you go and ruin it.
*Mike* -sighs- whatever.
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