A/N: Hi guys! Finally got away from Vixxey so I could write this. I just hope the others don't find out... Anyway, another thank you to my reviewers. Here's chapter 5 of The Story Begins!
OK, I'm gonna apologise for the long wait, I've just been busy with my last two weeks of my exams, but I'm done, so I don't have to go to school anymore, Yay! So I hammered this one out, and I should be able to concentrate more on writing this. Thanks for supporting me in this endeavor, I'll see you on the other side (of the chapter)
Mike walked along side Emma to the front entrance of the pizzeria, both of them shaking like leaves. After making it outside, Mike flopped down onto the ground with his hands in his hair, thinking about what just happened in the security room. Emma was looking down at the floor, a nervous habit of hers. "Mike..." Emma started "who do you think Vixxey was talking about when she said 'we are not your enemy?'" Mike blew out a breath that he hadn't realised he was holding, and ran his hands through his hair before answering "I don't know, Emma! We can assume it means Vixxey, but apart from that... I have no idea. To be honest, I don't care-just two more nights and I can leave this place forever!" Emma was going between looking at the ground and looking at Mike. He noticed how nervous she looked. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" Mike moved her head back up so she was looking at his face.
"Umm, Mike? I forgot to tell you something earlier..." she was stepping from foot to foot. "Two... Two men from Fazbear Co came to see me a few hours before the shift today, and... they found out about me doing the nights with you, so they... Kicked me out of the flat they provided..." she trailed off, and at that moment, Mike was thinking those stupid fucking idiots (A/N: There was actually a lot more going through his head, but the amount of profanity involved would make the Bible look like light reading) But they still want me to work for them because... You know... Anyway, can I ask you a massive favour? Could I stay with you for a couple of nights?" Mike's jaw dropped at this. It was lucky that she was staring at the floor again, so after taking his jaw off of the floor and putting it back in place, he decided he'd better start talking."Ummm... OK"
"I wouldn't be any trouble, so pretty pl- wait,what?" It was her turn to be suprised-she'd thought that he was going to point blank refuse her request, since he hardly knew her. "Really? But you don't know me!" Mike picked up on how excited she seemed to be getting. "Sure you can! It'll be nice to have someone over for a change. And anyway, you might have only known me for three days... Or nights... I think when you've got your lives on the line you learn a lot about a pers-"
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She squealed, jumping up and hugging him. Mike took a step back with her still latched onto his midriff "umm, Emma? Could you please let go? You're, er, making me feel a bit uncomfortable" she sprang away from him.
"Oh, sorry!" she replied with a smile still on her face. I guess she likes giving out hugs Mike thought, a smile creeping onto his own face. And she does look cute when she's smiling.He tried to hide the embarrassment from that thought by turning towards his Mondeo. Opening the passenger door, he shouted over to Emma "Your Ladyship! The carriage is ready!" she jumped as if she'd been shaken from a daydream, before smiling and running over to the door. She bent down to get in the car, whilst Mike averted his gaze, before he shut the door and ran around the car to his own side. Switching on the engine, he looked at Emma "Right! Off we go then!"
Time Skip-20 Minutes Later
As Mike pulled into his driveway, he thought about the girl sat next to him. He was worried because she hadn't spoken a word during the trip to his house, which was completely different from the way she usually was: Loud, talkative and happy. It seemed like she kept retreating into herself. Maybe the nights at the freakshow Pizzeria are finally getting to her he thought, making himself more and more worried about her. Switching the engine off, he turned off the engine before turning to his passenger "Come on, we're here". She gave the briefest of smiles before stepping out of the car. They both crossed to the front door, with Mike unlocking it and stepping through into the hallway. Emma was just stood outside the door, looking at him. She looks terrified Mike thought. Walking back to her, he took her hand "It's OK Emma. I don't bite!" This seemed to snap her out of it, and she stepped into the house. After shutting the door behind them, Mike walked in front of Emma "OK, let's start the tour! I guess the roles have reversed since the first time we met, but still..." he said looking back at her-he noticed how quickly she looked away. Walking through the open doorway at the end of the hall, he stretched his arms out, indicating the space they were in. "This is the living room. Couch there, TV there" he said, pointing at opposite sides of the room to the beige three seater couch and the 40 inch LCD TV. "If you'll step through here..." Mike led the way to the next room "This is the kitchen, the place that I prepare food... not that I have much at the moment... Anyway, let's go upstairs!" He led her up the carpeted stairs to the landing, thinking I'm such a crap tour guide. Even though Emma has never been here before, she could probably do a better job. He pointed to the door at the end of the landing "That's the bathroom. Got a shower and a bath, you can use any of them if you want to. And now, the final room..." He opened the door off to the side, revealing a bedroom with a queen sized bed and a small plasma TV on a cabinet. Mike turned to Emma "You can sleep here Toni-I mean today! God working the nightshift is so confusing... I'll be taking the couch downstairs." For the first time of the entire tour, Emma spoke
"No, I can't do that! I'm a visitor in your home, so I'll take the couch. I'd probably get lost in the bed!" she laughed a bit at the end of the sentence. But Mike was having none of it. "Emma, I insist. A guy must treat his guests well, so you're having the bed..." Emma looked like she was going to interrupt, so Mike placed a finger to her lips "And that is that! I recommend closing the blinds, there'll be a storm at 2PM." With that, he left her standing in his bedroom while he headed downstairs, deciding he'd make them something out of his dwindling food supply. Gathering pasta swirls, sauce and two cans of tuna, he was about to start when he realised he didn't know whether or not Emma liked Tuna. So he put down the ingredients and trudged upstairs to his bedroom. "Hey Emma, do you li-" he almost laughed when he stepped into the room. Emma was spread eagled across the queen sized bed, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept. "Not even two minutes!" he whispered, amazed. Guess the nights really are getting to her he thought, as he headed back down stairs. She wasn't even using the blanket. After putting all of the ingredients back away (he decided to make it later for when she woke up), he laid down on the couch, his feet going over one of the end cushions slightly, he sighed before trying to sleep.
Time Skip: 7:28 PM
Mike woke up to the smell of food. Specifically, tuna. Wait... Tuna... He raised his head off of the couch to look into the kikitchen-he was greeted with the sight of Emma pulling a dish out of the oven. After closing the oven she noticed him "Good morning! Or is it goodnight?" she giggled. Mike tried not to think about how cute she was when she laughed. "Good evening to you too, Emma" he said, standing up and looking at the clock; it was 7:28PM. I slept for over twelve hours! he thought. "You do realise I was going to make that, but you kinda... Passed out-" He was cut off by Emma laughing out loud "Working nights does that to you. And anyway, you did the same!" Mike had to laugh at this. Then he noticed something "Umm, Emma... Where did you get those?" She was wearing her signature white blouse, but that wasn't what caught his attention. Instead of her skirt, she was wearing a pair of pink shorts that didn't even reach her knees. "Oh, err..." she looked really uncomfortable, so Mike was about to tell her it didn't matter when she continued "When I was eighteen, a guy said he wanted to sleep with me haha, so we event back to his college dorm... Long story short, he stole my clothes, some girls put him up to it. Nothing happened, he was just a... Bit of a dick... So I always carry some light clothes in my bag!" she seemed to brighten up when she finished her story, and Mike just thought about the bitches, guy included, who stole her clothes. Emma decided she'd move the attention from herself "So Mike, when you were asleep, I did a little exploring-sorry if you didn't want me to-but it looks like you have a lot of rugby kits... Did you play for a team?" Mike was a bit surprised at her rooting through his stuff, but he answered her anyway "Yeah, I played for a few actually. I uum, kept getting kicked off 'em, for fighting with people from other teams... and a couple from my own, hehe... He rubbed the back of his neck as he said this. "Why would you fight someone from your own team?" Emma asked-not in an accusing way like most people though. "Well, I didn't just punch out my teammates for no reason. Some of them were bullies and the rest of them were... Assholes..." He tried to think of a better word before realising that 'asshole' was probably the most suitable. Emma looked at him with, what? Pity? Compassion? She soon snapped him out of his thoughts "Hey, Earth to Mike! We should probably go eat that food now, I'm starving!"
"Me too, Emma. Me too."
Time Skip: 11:37 PM
Mike and Emma both stepped out of the car into the dimly lit carpark, not in a hurry because they knew they had more than twenty minutes until they needed to be in the office. Mostly they just sat around, until Mike decided to end the silence. "So, Emma... What are we doing about Foxy and Vixxey?"
"Nothing" there was no hesitation-she probably knew he was going to ask. "I reckon we should trust them-let them come into the office. We'll keep an eye on the others as usual."
"I don't know... I think we can trust Vixxey, but Foxy... I'm not so sure..." he said, in obvious objection to Emma's thoughts. ""Uum, hello? Didn't you see the way Foxy helped Vixxey last night? Helped us?"
"It could be a trap." Mike didn't know why, but he didn't think they were trying to set the two guards up.
"Hey, we've got five minutes to get to the office. So, lead on Mr Schmidt." Ema said with a smile.
"After you, Miss Livingstone!" he said, a grin on his face as he held the door open for her. They walked past Pirate Cove on their route, and saw Vixxey in her usual spot, her eyes tracking them across the open space, and Foxy, his eyes visible through a small opening in the purple curtains. The night guards reached the office, Mike taking the chair and Emma perching on the desk. "OK, another night of the killer care bear and co. Let's do this."
OK, sorry for ending this chapter without any action taking place, but wait! It'll be here next chapter.
Without further ado, this is- Wait Foxy! No, she came onto me! She came onto-
