A little over a week later, Mike dropped the newspaper on the new desk that he was home to. However, this time, he was working by himself. He discovered that Jeremy was in jail for murder- he was dead set on hiring a good lawyer. He brushed his hand along the top of his bald, scarred scalp and sighed, seeing how ragged and run down everything was. The place was no longer a children's paradise. This was now hell. He glared at the fan that sat on his desk, remembering Jeremy complaining about how much he hated that fan.
"It makes too much noise," he said, "It gives me a headache."
Mike smirked at the thought of Jeremy. He missed his Dad. If only he knew he wasn't dead. He looked down at the white desk phone with the blinking orange light, indicating that there was a voicemail. He pressed the button and listened to the voice giving him instructions:
"Hey! How's it going dude?"
"I could be better." Mike shrugged in response, but continued listening.
"Here's a couple things you should know about the place- it is based off of the haunted pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear's, but here's the twist: we only have one animatronic here. And whoever programmed him made him mean, and I mean mean... the guy's name... uh, I think I saw Springtrap on his nametag? But uh- the thing is, dude... keep him away from you. Just a warning."
"Oh, good. Something I'm already used to." Mike shrugged and began looking at the cameras.
"There's two sets of cameras. One shows the building, the other looks at the vents."
Mike toggled between the two.
"You have the ability to close off certain areas of the vents, because the guy likes climbing through them for some reason. In the halls or other rooms, you can also use the little interom system to send out a noise to distract Springtrap and have him go running to check it out." the voice chuckled, "We got that creepy Balloon Boy audio to play for you."
Mike rose an eyebrow and looked down at the button that had a taped-on label printed with 'BBD' in someone's sloppy handwriting. Mike coughed for a moment, finding it suddenly difficult to breathe.
"There are also systems you need to keep an eye out for. The visual, which you need to see where Springtrap is." he voice began, "The audio, so you can distract the bunny thing."
Mike glanced up and gasped, seeing Foxy standing in front of him, charred and glaring at him with one glowing white eye. The animatronic crouched and leapt at him. Mike screamed and flinched, but felt nothing. The room began flashing red and an alarm was blaring.
"...and the ventilation system to keep the air flowing so you don't see any trippy shit."
Mike let out a shaky breath and glared at the machine. He checked the control panel and reset everything. He then checked the cameras, seeing a torn-up bloody animatronic staring straight at the camera he was looking through.
"Springtrap's got a history. We don't know what his deal is, but apparently everyone that used to run the place told us to scrap him. But we like him and... frankly, he's not theirs anymore. So... whatever, right?"
"Whatever my ass, dipshit." Mike growled and switched to another room, playing the audio and seeing Springtrap wander to check out the noise.
"Oh! And we found these old cassette tapes from... probably the 60's, I'm gonna leave them to play for you. Later, man. Good luck!"
Mike took a deep breath, then studied the Springtrap suit, "Why does he look familiar?" he watched him climb into the vent. "Fuck- nope, nope, nope." He cursed and switched to the camera vents, sealing off the nearest seal to him. He sighed, "Mother of god, this is gonna be a long night." He said under his breath and checked the other systems. His vision doubled in doing so. He reset the ventilation system and checked the cameras again. The Springtrap suit was now approaching him though one of the hallways, staring into the camera lenses, right at him. His eyes, though they seemed like voids and didn't appear to have any life in them, they followed the camera and blinked. He knew something was in the suit, and it wasn't just an angry spirit. Mike flipped to a different room and set off the noise, watching Springtrap wander into the room. What made Mike nervous, however, was the fact that Springtrap seemed to know exactly where the other camera was in the new room. He walked into the room staring at the camera.
Me let out a shuddering breath, "I'm in over my head with this job…" he whispered under his breath. The suit walked up to the camera and stared closely into its lens. His motions were choppy and forced, as though…
Mike froze, remembering how difficult it was to move when he was put into the Golden Freddy suit. The motions were a combination of robotic and puppeteered. The next noise that caused Mike to jump was slow, distorted laughter. He recognized the voice.
"Wait a minute…" he gasped. "Gerald jumped into the-" he looked back at Springtrap who was now starting to leave the room, his eyes not leaving the camera, but transferring to the next camera as Mike switched over. He took a deep breath, "I can do this." He growled and set off the noise in a separate room. The screen went to static. He growled, "Fantastic." He went to reset the video system, but as he switched over to that particular monitor, he locked eyes with an old model of Chica. She jumped forward and screamed. As Mike flinched, she vanished. He moved his arm out from in front of his face and checked for her. He coughed, and checked the systems, resetting all three of them. He quickly checked the cameras and looked for Springtrap. "Where…?" he panted, "Where is he? Where is he?" he flipped though the cameras. He finally glanced up and almost screamed.
Springtrap now stood at the window and stared right at him, slowly walking toward the door.
The bell rang, which was music to Mike's ears. He smirked, "Can't touch me after six, can you?" he taunted.
"The game…" Springtrap started, "Has barely begun…" he said and walked off.
Mike watched Springtrap leave and gathered his things, quickly making his way out of the building. On his way out, he crashed into a young woman just two years younger than he was. "Oh- sorry ma'am." He said, helping her pick up the folders he knocked out of her hands. He read a few of the labels, "Are you with inspections?"
She shook her head, "No- I was just taking these to the office before the boss gets here." She said, "Are you the new night guard?" she asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, just finished up here." He answered. "Name's Mike." He held out his hand.
She shook his hand, "Nightre…" she introduced, "It's nice to meet you, Mike." She smiled. Her eyes were a deep, dark blue, and her hair was dyed black with bright purple streaks. Mike studied her for a moment and saw that she was almost dressed exactly like the puppet from the old pizzeria. The marionette that Jeremy's possessing spirit seem to care a lot about. Mike didn't want to pry at the moment, but all he gathered from it was that 'Mary' was the puppet's mother. She wore a black jacket with white sleeves with a button that had the puppet's face printed onto it. She wore a black skirt with white leggings and tall black boots with white laces.
"Pleasure to meet you." He nodded. "I should be getting home now." He said, "I forgot to feed the cat before I left last night."
"Oh- alright then." Nightre nodded. "Have a nice day, then." She waved and allowed him to leave.
As Mike walked in the door, he fed Star and collapsed onto the couch, relaxing every muscle in his body and groaning in doing so. There was a knock on the door shortly after. "Who's there?" he called.
"It's Ray." The voice announced outside the door.
"Come in." Mike groaned.
Ray let himself into the house. "Hi." He greeted, "How was your first night?"
Mike sighed, "I've never seen anything so creepy in my life." He said, "Hey- didn't Dad say that Gerald went into the suit and killed himself?
Ray shrugged, "You'd have to ask Mom about that." He sat down at Mike's feet.
Mike sat up and relaxed on the couch, "The suit's alive."
"What suit?" Ray rose an eyebrow.
"The suit I was guarding last night." He yawned loudly. "That bastard freaks me out." He shuddered, and closed his eyes.
"What happened?" Ray gave him a strange, but concerned look. "Oh…" he saw that Mike had fallen asleep. "I'll just let you sleep then…" he stood up and went home to Olivia.
**So there's Mikey's first night! And I'll be honest, I freaked myself out with Springtrap staring at the cameras like that. Your thoughts? Nightre is not my OC. She belongs to Marrionette AKA Puppet. Ray and Olivia belong to WarHusky2000. Let me know what y'all think! Stay awesome folks!**