Mike clocked in at exactly midnight. He'd learned very quickly not to dawdle around. Much like the mysterious stranger had warned, the animatronics were getting more aggressive as time progressed.
But he had more dirt on them.
And he knew who it was. It had to be…
Ugh, one more night, and he'd have them nailed with evidence.
He just needed security tapes or something, anything that could catch them in the act, like missing footage at specific times, or...
Mike checked on Foxy. He stayed put in front of the pirate themed laser arena, ready to herald in guests.
One, two, three animatronics were missing from the main stage.
Mike had this.
Jeremy was rudely interrupted in class because Mike did not, in fact, 'had this'.
Oh well, Jeremy left it to voicemail.
He might have been stoned.
Like, not that much, but like, probably. He couldn't really tell anymore, seeing as he was always in his own personal haze.
It was 2 A.M. He had things to do.
Like steal from the cash register at his second place of employment, Dairy Park.
Jeremy let it go to voicemail.
"Look, I'm really sorry for pulling you in. I really didn't wanna, but-" Mike's voice was interrupted by a loud music box playing some off key song from a play Jeremy hadn't cared enough to see. "Look, the power is out. I'm hiding under a desk. You have to save them. I know who it was who did it. The one who took those kids, Jeremy."
Jeremy put down the unlit blunt interest grabbed.
"I have everything you need in the security office. I need you Jeremy." Mike sounded frantic at the sound of metal on metal, "I have the report binder just stuffed with this shit!"
'I need you?' Jeremy thought to himself. That was weird, usually Mike tossed him out of the building to sober up before work.
"I know who did it, all th'disappearances! It was... oh holy mother of-"
Jeremy leaned into the speaker.
Then jerked back, startled by the unholy sounds gurgling through the cheap phone.
Jeremy looked at the blunt on his battered table and gulped, interest unintentionally peaked.
Well, he had nothing better to do today. It was a Sunday morning. His roommate Fritz was out after an argument about uuuuh, dishes or whatever. Maybe toilet paper.
He didn't really know or care that much.
Jeremy had the day to himself. He looked at the number taped to his phone. He looked at his calendar to make sure it was a Sunday. Sometimes you really couldn't be sure of where or even when you were. He picked up the receiver and dialed for a job switch.