Before Author's Note: For those of you who do not know, I have written a story like this before, however I deleted almost my entire profile due to frustration and personal anguish. So I'm here now to finish what I've started and remake my story so that I can let go of my 5 years of regret. So without further ado I present my remastered story: Mike's Inheritance Prologue. Also strong language and violence warning :P
Prologue: Pre-Night 1
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"
Mike pants, sprinting to his manager's office. Unaware of the glaring eyes of the bear mascot that Freddy's was popular for. Passing the unkempt chairs and tables while running across the soda stained checkered flooring.
"I can't be late! Not on the first day!" Mike yelled in his head, "I shouldn't have drank that heavily! I'm too old to be running like this!"
Mike ran down the east hall trying to make it there on time. Once he made it in the doorway, he held onto the side of the frame to catch himself from keeling over and to regain his breath. When he looked up, he saw a nearly ghost-white young fellow with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair; wearing a light blue button-up and black pants, that seemed too big on the scrawny man, tied together with a gold-yellow Freddy Fazbear shield on his belt. The man turned in the swivel chair he was sitting in.
Mike remembered seeing him when he came for his job interview the day before. He was the dayshift guard, although he never got his name.
Upon a second glance, he noticed a nametag on his chest that read, "Hi! My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald!" in bright red font and neatly written black marker.
"H-Hey-" Mike wheezed having not fully recovered his breath.
Jeremy quickly cut off the 34-year-old, furrowing his brow, "It's eleven forty-five, I was starting to think you weren't going to show up!" Jeremy said in his taut voice, letting out a dilapidated groan. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, Jeremy sighed
"It's fine, It'll probably be taken care of later. Just-" Jeremy let out another sigh, opening his eyes, he looked up at the ragged man who had straightened up a bit and had collected his breath.
He was still leaned up against the door frame, but his stance was cooler, he had his arms crossed and seemed a bit miffed for someone who was late. Mike wore the night guard suit, which was similar to the dayshift outfit Jeremy wore, except for the light grey cap and shirt. Tuffs of shaggy brown hair poked out beneath his hat matching his chocolate iris's. Mike also had a slight tan, in comparison to Jeremy though that didn't say much, his jaw was also scruffy; likely from a hastily done shave. His name tag was identical save for the quickly written Micheal Schmidt in blue marker.
Jeremy stood, glancing at the desk finding it more interesting, he fiddled with his fingers. "-Just if you want to keep the job; don't come in late is all."
There was a short awkward silence between them before Mike coughed, speaking up.
"Hey, man relax," Mike's voice was gruff but kind, "I won't be late again, Scout's honor!" Mike raising 3 fingers in a salute fashion. "Name's Mike, by the way. Nice to meetcha."
He offers his hand out to shake. Jeremy's attention snaps back to Mike as he happily clasps his hand with both of his own, shaking his hand vigorously.
"Hi! Everyone calls me Jeremy. I'm the guy you'll be trading shifts with." Jeremy explained, "Sorry if I seem a bit too enthusiastic, it's just really hard to find anyone willing to do the graveyard shift here!"
Mike chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I bet! The place would look pretty creepy at night, huh."
"Yeah, no kidding, I used to be the nightguard; but luckily I got promoted to the dayshift."
Jeremy offered an uneasy smile, checking the digital clock on the desk. This wiped the smile off his face completely.
"Anyway, I sh-should be going now. Here's some advice if you plan to stay for a while: come in early and stay-" Jeremy caught a whiff of Mike and his face immediately wrinkled up, "sober! Jeez, how hammered are you!?"
Mike smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "Cool your jets, I slept it off, no worries!"
Jeremy sighed once more, defeated. "Alright, there are some recordings on the phone, they explain what you're going to do, and there is a soda on the desk for you if you ever get thirsty."
Jeremy trades a quick farewell with Mike and then turns to leave through the opposite doorway, hurrying down the hall leaving Mike alone to the residents of the pizzeria.
After Author's Note: Apologies if this chapter seems a bit short, the future chapters WILL be longer I can assure you. They may take some time to complete, however, due to me attending school and other projects that I have in store. For instance I'm working a original comic containing my own robot characters and their hijinks. But, for now, you can spot me on my Twitch and Youtube channel where I play some games.
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Until next time, see ya!