Uh, Hello, Hello? [Help Wanted/Gameverse – no pairings]
It was sheer luck that Paul was awake at this hour. His broken arm had started throbbing bad enough to wake him up and lead him to seek out his painkillers. Now standing in his kitchen, he'd been debating over having an early breakfast or going back to bed when his doorbell rang.
Heading to the door, he peered out the peephole spotting a brunet man standing at his door. Odd, but maybe he had the wrong apartment? Opening the door, he could now see that the man was around his age, wearing a disheveled t-shirt and jeans with messy brown hair and dark circles under his blue eyes.
"Hello, hello! Can I help you?"
The man flinched like he'd been struck from the greeting, then stared at him with wide eyes.
"You…you used to work at Freddy's, right?"
Paul nodded, now wary about where the conversation was about to go, but unwilling to lie.
"You're the guy who left the training tapes? The ones they play through the phone?"
Another nod.
"Thank God!"
Before he could blink, the phone guy found himself wrapped in a desperate hug from the stranger.
"I-I thought you were dead! After that last tape-" he squeezed tighter, making the phone guy hiss in pain. Releasing him quickly, the brunet jumped back with a horrified gasp. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"
"It's all right. You-uh avoided my arm just fine. Heh. You can't really see the damage on my back unless you-ah look for it." He could see the brunet, who clearly had just finished a week of working Freddy's nightshift, floundering for something to say. "C'mon in, we can talk over coffee."
The brunet smiled, "All right. My names Mike, by the way. Mike Schmidt."