Mike had fallen asleep within an hour and was woken up by the steady ringing of his alarm clock around 9 AM. He quickly dressed and readied himself for the day, packing a first aid kit, some of his parents' clothes and various other items and papers he had printed out several hours ago into a suitcase before heading back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and entered the restaurant amidst a stream of children's happy shouts and chatter while playing arcade games and watching the four animatronics on stage. Mike kept his gaze averted from them as he made his way over to the manager who was fortunately not standing close to the stage, but was lingering near the entrance. Chica had instantly recognized the single man who entered the restaurant but made no sign of it and kept an eye on him as he approached their employer. Freddy also saw the man enter. He didn't make any move to signal that he did besides glancing at the chicken animatronic. Chica glanced back at him and flicked her gaze towards Bonnie to see if he knew as well.
The manager stood there with his arms crossed, watching the four robotic constructs. He turned to see Mike walking up to him and raised a brow. "Schmidt. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be home or something?"
The brunette looked slightly nervous but responded steadily. "Yes sir, but I need clarification on some things. The security guard before me said it was under company policy that we're not allowed to talk to anyone outside of this place about our occupation, which leaves me only being able to ask you." Mike sincerely hoped that he didn't worsen the animatronics' situation, as it was already bad off as it was by speaking to the manager.
Bonnie hadn't noticed yet, but looked over at Chica, tilting his head only the slightest bit, feeling quite confused as to what they were looking at. The chicken animatronic looked back at their night watchman before flicking her gaze back at the rabbit one, hoping he'll realize. The manager furrowed his brows and nodded. "Go on. What kind of questions do you have? I may or may not be able to answer them." In all honesty, he was pretty concerned as to what Mike wanted to know, not sure if he could answer it or not. Or if he even wanted to.
Mike could feel the gazes from the animatronics and he silently hoped they wouldn't jump down and tear him apart. "What happened during the Bite of '87?" He knew there was something more to the story. The newspaper clippings on the walls had minimal information, but after delving through countless articles on the web, Mike was certain that the company itself had something to do with it. Foxy couldn't become bedraggled in one night from a single attack, and the news never did state who it was that had their frontal lobe bitten off- whether they were male or female, or more importantly... Whether they were a child or adult and didn't reveal anything about their occupation, family, background history and record if they were.
Bonnie glanced over and saw Mike, before instantly looking back over at Chica and nodded. Signaling that he knew what they were looking at. The manager looked around then grabbed a hold of the brunette's arm, taking him to his office. Chica's eyes widened when she saw the night watchman disappear with the manager and she narrowed her eyes slightly. Freddy also watched the two disappear, and his urge to kill Mike only strengthened upon his doing so. Bonnie looked over at Chica and watched the chicken animatronic closely who tore her gaze away and met Bonnie's own, eyes burning. The purple rabbit one frowned and shook his head slowly, giving her a sympathetic look. She looked distraught for a split second before a little girl cried out their names and Chica immediately plastered a quick smile on her face while Bonnie smiled and looked at the kids.
Once inside the office, the manager turned to face the night watchman. "Mike. I don't know why you want to know about this... But, I guess I'll have to tell you. It was late at night, probably around three in the morning or so. The night guard... He was about a 53 year old man. He was one of the managers for a big animatronic company and he had run out of power. Foxy was the first one here. He uh... Attacked the man, as you heard."
Mike already knew the answer to his next question, but he needed verbal confirmation. "Excuse me sir, but what exactly is an animatronic company? Does this place work under one?" The manager sighed and sat at the end of his desk. "Yes, we do. It's a company where they put together and create animatronics." The brunette sat down on the chair opposite, noticing something peculiar on the filing cabinet beside the desk. It was something small and shaped sort of like a... Cupcake? Mike blinked and looked away, suddenly feeling as if he should leave, and quick. He knew what it was now, there was someone watching the restaurant at night while he and the phone guy before him were busy fighting off imminent death. His hands clenched into fists by his sides and he forced himself to speak calmly. "Sir, you leave as soon as this place closes for the night, right? Is there anyone else besides me who comes here later during late hours?" The manager narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, standing up. "Why are you suddenly so interested? I do leave after this place closes, and there are some workers who come in and... Do some, /extra/ work on the animatronics. They are here for a few hours. Usually until about ten or eleven."
"I figured since I work here that I should know more about the operations that take place during the night." Mike responded coolly, heart beginning to beat faster as he recognized the small lenses in the cupcake's eyes. He could vaguely see the layout of the security guard's office and he forced himself to meet the manager's gaze squarely. "Yes, well... I was actually meaning to give this to you. By you coming in, it saved me the money of calling or sending this to you. The manager walked around to his desk and picked up the paper, walking back over and sitting on the desk, handing Mike the pink slip. "I'm sorry to inform you, but... Your services will no longer be needed. I will need you to leave your key here or drop it off tonight for the new watchman."
"W-Wait, what...?" The brunette took the notice from him and stared down at in disbelief, trying to make sense of why he would be fired and read over the reasons, finding them vague and possibly overused. "... May I drop it off now, sir?" He felt a stab of guilt when he thought about the animatronics before an idea came to mind and he looked up. "I need to retrieve some things from... The office, anyways."
The manager sighed and stood up straight once again, nodding. "Yes, of course. I apologize for this, but... It's really for the best." He smiled sympathetically but honestly didn't care at all. He neither cared no felt any sympathy for Mike and any other night watchman the company had ridden themselves of before. Mike could tell that the smile was fake. After staring into dark spaces with cold, flickering lights for seven nights, the former night watchman could detect the empathetic glint in the other's eyes, but he only nodded in agreement and left the office compliantly, keeping his head held high even as he passed the animatronics where they were standing on the stage and headed into the security guard's office. Chica had glared briefly at Mike when she saw him pass them by, and looked back at Bonnie and Freddy, giving them a look as if to say that yes, he had in fact betrayed them and they should off him when he comes back that night.
Freddy nodded and grinned at her. The brunette was definitely going to pay for what he had done. He was pissed and he was going to take him down when he returned. And he was going to enjoy every second of it. Bonnie also looked over at Chica and had an evil glint in his eye. He knew that the night watchman had betrayed them and he was also getting excited for the night. Chica smirked back at them, already thinking of the many ways they can make the human endure intolerable pain before cutting his life short. In the meantime, Foxy simply sat in the back of Pirate's Cove, just thinking and staring at the wall. He was still really upset about mike. The way he bolted out of there and tore out of the parking lot at high speeds. "Why would he do that..?" He questioned aloud to the echoing room. He couldn't bring himself to understand the man's actions and for some unknown reason found himself actually worried for him.
Mike closed both doors once he reached his former office and quickly snapped pictures of the newspaper clippings, key inscriptions and the wiring for the cameras as well as the generator system. Never knew when this would come in handy. Afterwards, he tidied up the desk and left the key on the center before leaving the restaurant, driving off to a Home Depot-esque store and had a copy of the key made with the picture he had.
The brunette returned home with the copy of the key and began clearing up his two spare rooms and transferred everything he had packed earlier from his car to the trunk of his father's larger car. After going out and purchasing a few more items, he returned home and took a quick nap, unsure about how he was going to be able to avoid the new night guard's notice tonight. He eventually figured that he wouldn't know the blind spots of the camera, rendering him unable to spot him in the darkness that easily and he shuddered at the thought of the animatronics getting to him first. He really wished the guy luck, then thought better of it, knowing that it was going to be someone from the manufacturing company again.