Just a warning, Mike drops the F bomb in this chapter, he is steeeaaammmmeddd
Mike clutched his dead mother's body to his chest, running his hand through her hair as he cried silent tears. He shook with anger at himself, for not being more forceful to Brock. He sat there for countless hours, blaming himself and whispering apologies to his mother, before he stood, clutching his mom gently, as if she would shatter if he held her too tight. He put her back onto the bed gently, promising to be back soon and walked into the kitchen, flinging open a cupboard and searching around until he pulled out a jar of money.
It was a decent amount of money, in a large, old coffee jar, labeled with a peeling sticky note,"For mom's surgery." He walked back into the bedroom, still clutching the jar and then picked up his mom's limp body wrapping her in her sheets, walking into the back garden, that had since overgrown. Over by the corner, there stood a grave, marked with the words,"Steve Lop, Father, Loyal Security Man." Mike put his mother down gently on the ground and began to dig beside the other grave, a painfully slow process.
Eventually, when it was just past midday, there was a deep hole, deep enough and big enough for a body. Mike picked up his mother gently, biting back tears as he put her down into the grave, placing the jar of money beside her, muttering a silent thank you, before starting to pile the sand and dirt in. Eventually, after a long day of work, the grave was completely filled, and Mike was standing just before the end of the grave, looking down. He looked around, stone faced and went back inside, grabbing his keys off the bench. He marched down the pathway to Freddy's, for the final time.
Mike pushed past Brock, ignoring his fake smile and surprised look as he fell back against his shiny car. He pushed the door open, shooting a death glare in the direction of the playing band, sticking his finger up at them, he brushed past Foxy's stage, anger radiating from him like heat from a blazing inferno. He stormed into his office, slamming the board with the posters as hard as he could, sending the newly pinned posters scattered. Finally he slumped into his chair, glaring at the clock.
Foxy peeked out from between the curtains, hearing the clammer from the office, looking over at the band, thinking to himself,"Wonder what got up his nose..."
Mike slammed his fist impatiently against the arm of the chair, flicking through the screens,"Come get me fuckers, Come on, come get me!" At that very moment Freddy began to move, swiftly making his way towards the office.
Mike grinned and waited, sitting back and shutting his eyes, hearing the sound of Freddy's jingle come closer and closer and closer still till it was in the room, right infront of Mike. He felt the bear's paws close in on his waist and he grinned, waiting, waiting to see them again, waiting for the pain that would end all of his pain.