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AN EYE FOR AN EYE
Chapter 31: Breaking and Entering
Jeremy paced back and forth in the living room of Mike's apartment, the latter watching him, his glowing white eyes following his friend's every movement. Mike's body was more of a corpse at this point than an actual, living vessel; Jeremy wasn't sure on what to do, how to help Mike, etc. Honestly, he wasn't sure about much anymore.
"You obviously can't go around town like this," Jeremy murmured more to himself than to Mike. "Plus, I'm not sure how long you'll be able to stay in this apartment. I mean, if the landlord sees you, or smells you, I'm pretty sure you'll be kicked out and-"
"Jer," Mike tried to interject before his friend's affliction took over, trying to calm him.
Jeremy stopped, turning around to face Mike. It was painful to see him like that. If only there was some way to help him…
"Mike," Jeremy began to say, a plan beginning to formulate in his head. "What did Baby put you inside of in the scooping room?"
"A spare costume, Spring Bonnie," Mike replied. "You know, the one my father said he used to, well, um, commit his crimes..."
It was at this moment Mike began to come to the same conclusion that Jeremy had.
"You think that would work?" he asked. "Sticking me in a suit?"
Jeremy shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no idea, but our options are really limited, Mikey," he admitted. "If you're in the suit, you'll at least be able to function a little better."
Mike knew his friend was right. He was currently on the couch, pretty much a purple puddle, almost like a stuffed animal without its stuffing.
"All right," Mike agreed.
Jeremy gave Mike a single nod of acquiescence. Checking his watch, he saw that it was still early afternoon; he would have to wait until night fall to venture down to Circus Baby's.
With notes and plans from Mike on the layout of Circus Baby's, Jeremy drove out to the underground facility shortly after the clock struck eleven. Pulling into a space in the parking lot, he gazed up at the building. Its cheery and brightly colored sign, with balloons and confetti painted on it, was quite deceptive; it tried to hide the horrors that lay inside. Jeremy put up the hood of his black colored hoodie and exited his car, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way around the back toward the employee entrance. In the haste of getting Mike off the premises when he was fired after breaching the private room, the other employees never took Mike's key card, which would allow him into the building; it was with this key card that Jeremy was granted access into the facility.
"Okay," Jeremy pulled out some notes he'd written out from his hoodie pocket as he entered into the elevator.
Even though he'd been to the facility once before, to search for Mike when he didn't come home one night when Baby abducted him, Jeremy entered through the main guest entrance, which didn't show half of the deadly and eerie things that the employee entrance did, so coming in through the back was a new experience for him.
"Take the elevator down to the bottom floor and crawl through the vent into the Primary Control Module. To access the Parts and Services room, you will need to head through Funtime Auditorium," he continued reading. "This is one of the places that the suit may have been stored. If not, go back through Funtime Auditorium and turn right (if you're facing the Parts and Service room) toward the scooping room."
The elevator began its descent and Jeremy leaned back against the wall as the metal tube whirred and hummed with life. He glanced around at the different posters of the animatronics hanging on the walls.
"Welcome to the first day of your exciting new career,"
Jeremy jumped as a yellow handheld module popped out in front of him from the darkness. He relaxed when the device explained itself.
"Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad in Screws, Bolts and Hairpins, or if this is the result of a dare, we welcome you. I will be your personal guide to help you get started. I'm a model 5 of the Handyman's Robotics and Unit-Repair System, but you can call me Hand-Unit. Your new career promises challenge, intrigue and endless janitorial opportunities," the unit must not have recognized him, thus thinking Jeremy to be a new employee. "Please enter your name as seen above the keypad. This cannot be changed later so please be careful."
Not entirely sure what to do, Jeremy typed in a generic name, John Doe. The unit, however, didn't understand his answer.
"It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad. I see what you were trying to type, and I will auto-correct it for you. One moment. Welcome: Caesar Salad."
Jeremy sighed. Not even remotely close, but it could have been worse. The unit could have named him Dead Meat, which was exactly what he felt like as the elevator came to a stop on the designated floor.