Hi guys! I'm back with Chapter Seven of The Story Begins, hope y'all like it. You'll find out how Emma knew Matt, and possibly a couple of other things... Anyway, I'll see you guys on the other side (of the chapter-you know what I mean!).
Mike stepped through into the living room where Emma was sat with her legs beneath her on the couch, her head in her arms, resting on the arm rest. She looked as if she was about to cry (which, to Mike, seemed understandable) but she held onto her tears. Mike didn't know what to do, so just stood leaning on the living room wall, not sure of what he should say. She sniffed once, and then looked at him "OK... What do you want to know about Matt?" she said quietly, barely above a whisper. Sighing, Mike thought about it for a few seconds before answering "This Matt, who exactly was he?" Emma sighed herself, appearing to take a couple of moments to consider her answer. "Matt worked at the old establishment at the same time as me. He worked as the security guard during the day even though the Toys had facial recognition software and were programmed to deal with any criminals. At the time, I was working as a waitress, because I'd only just joined the company. One day while I was working, a gang of guys, came into the Pizzeria and started causing trouble. You know the people I mentioned who bullied me in college?" Mike nodded, so Emma continued "Yeah, well the leader of the people who came to the Pizzeria was a relative of one of the girls. He'd decided it was all my fault when everybody realised she was a bitch and stopped talking to her. So he turned his attention to me. I could barely understand what he was saying, but I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Then Matt walked up to him and told him that he and his friends had to leave. So the guy thought it would be a good idea to drag me out with him. Next thing I know, there's nothing holding my arm anymore, and there's the guy on the floor with a busted nose and Matt stood over him. The other guys, four of them, jumped him, but he beat them all to the ground. Afterwards, he told me that he did it because he had a crush on me!" Emma laughed. "I mean, this guy, who didn't talk to anyone and just stood there as if he was cut from stone, said something like that! So I went out with him for a couple of months until he said he had to move to a new job. We had a huge argument and he dumped me. I never saw him again..." She stopped for a minute to compose herself. Mike could see that she was on the verge of tears. "Now I know why. Even the dates match up. He took the night guard job. After everything he'd heard, he still decided to take it. Why? He's dead now because of it!" Now she was crying, quietly with her head down. Mike sat down next to her and put his arms around her. "Hey it's okay. We don't know if he's dead. The guy sounds like a hard ass, he could've found a way out." She looked up at him, stopping her quiet sobbing.
"Do you think so? Could he have got away from them?" Mike nodded. "I don't know what it is about you Mike Schmidt, but I trust you." She craned her neck up and kissed him on the cheek "Thanks for listening"
"Emma, it's not like you made me do it. If you remember, I asked you about it! Anyway, I'll leave you alo-" he said this as he started to stand up, only to get pulled back onto the couch "Mike, could we... stay like this? Just for a little while?" Emma asked, trying to snuggle into him. Mike answered by putting his arms around her again, and she rested the right side of her face on his chest. They both sat there long enough for one of Mike's arms to go numb, since it was trapped behind Emma. Finally Mike was about to move when he noticed she was breathing softly-she had fallen asleep on him. Guess that rules out moving he thought. He yawned, and realised that sleep might not be such a bad idea. So he closed his eyes and slowly drifted off...
Time Skip (?)
...And woke up at the time of 11:12... PM. Mike almost jumped to his feet, before feeling the weight on his chest and left arm; and looking down to see Emma still curled around him. With his free arm, he gently shook her shoulder "Emma!" he whispered. "Emma! We need to get up now!" She stirred below him, slowly stretching her arms out before opening her eyes. In one rapid movement, she was stood in front of the couch looking down at Mike. "Did I fall asleep this morning? Oh, God, sorry Mike, I didn't mean to sleep, I was just-" Mike was off the couch due to a movement that was similar to a bounce, almost matching Emma in speed (but not in grace) and had a finger over her lips. "Stop! Relax, it is not a problem, you were just tired. Anyway, you don't have to say sorry about everything. Now, we need to get something to eat, because it's now..." He checked the clock "11:15. So let's get some food in us and get to the Pizzeria."
Time Skip: 11:50
Mike and Emma were walking through the front doors of the Pizzeria with ten minutes to spare. The Toys followed them with their eyes as they passed the main stage. In response both Emma and Mike turned around as they left the room and flipped them off. Passing by Pirate Cove, they could make out a yellow eye peeking out from behind the curtain. "Mike, I don't see Vixxey anywhere." Emma said. Mike stopped for a minute to look over the deck of the ship for the white vixen. "Maybe she's in the cabin?" he said with a shrug. Walking down he right hallway, Mike kneeled down. "Emma, I've got a loose shoe lace, just go in the office, I'll be there in a sec!" He finished just as Emma stepped through the door. Emma screamed, causing Mike to sprint into the office, almost smashing his head on the reinforced frame. "Emma, what's-" Emma was getting up off the floor, glaring at the white face laughing at her whilst dangling down from the vent. "Hey, Mr Mike! I jumpscared yah partner, hope you don't mind!" Vixxey said in a cheerful, sing-song voice. Mike laughed "I don't, but I think the person you scared might, cos she looks like she's about to explode!" Looking over at Emma, he told her "Take a minute to calm down." She sat down in the chair crossly, running her fingers over the edges of the tablet. Vixxey was hanging upside down by pressing her legs into the sides of the vent. "So, Vixxey, why are you..." he began, before sighing. "Vixxey, could you please come down from there, so I can speak to you without getting a headache?" Vixxey giggled before answering "Sure! I'll be right down!" Letting go of he vent, she dropped and rotated in the air so that her feet were pointing downwards, and landed softly on her feet. She tried to take a step forward but instead staggered towards the desk. Mike took two steps forward and caught her by the shoulders. "Haha! Guess all the blood has gone to your head from being upside down!" Mike laughed. Vixxey just straightened up before speaking. "Yes, I'm an idiot! It's my own fault for hanging like that for the past twenty minutes." Mike laughed again.
"Vixxey, you don't weigh a lot for an anima-" he was cut off by Vixxey laughing. She took a few seconds to compose herself before speaking "Have you seriously forgotten already Mr Mike? Remember, I'm a living being, not an animatronic! Anyway, you've only got a couple of minutes, so I'll explain this quickly. Foxy is going to be in the left hall, and I'm gonna be in the right. Whenever one of the Toys are going for the doors, we'll knock on the window twice to let you know when one of them is approaching, just in case they move too fast for you to see on the cameras. That doesn't mean you can slack off though!" Emma and Mike nodded to show they understood. "OK..." Vixxey watched the tablet with the two guards waiting for midnight. When the clock changed, Mike said "OK..." And the others said the last part with him, Vixxey running out of the right hand door "Let's do this... Again!"
A/N: Yes I know, same ending line as a few of the other chapters, hopefully I'll stop that trend soon. Anyway... IMSOSORRYITSTAKENSOLONG IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY I've had a few technical problems while writing his, but it's here now. Sorry for the wait. Next chapter is Night 5, Mike and Emma's last night (or is it? Mwahahaha! Sorry, thought I'd throw that in there)
This is MattyJones, Signing Off!
