Five Night's At Game Land
Part 2: A talk between a guard and a walking coffin.
(Springtrap's POV)
I look around me and feel a rush of joy overflow through me. Seeing so many players having fun with each other and with us brings a smile to my face. Well actually anything will bring a smile to my face due to it being painted on. Well actually it wasn't painted , it was coded on , but that's enough technical thinking , I should go interact with the players and the others so as to not to seem anti social. I step off my mini stage , which is the security office from FNAF 3 , the game where I made my day view. I make my way to the center of the giant room that contains the exhibits of the FNAF series.
I sit at a table and look around for someone or something to interact with. "Hey Springy." I hear a familiar voice say. I look up to see Mike standing right by me. "Okay if I take a seat with you?" He asks. "It's okay." I say. Mike sits down and sighs. He throws his security guard hat on the table and rubs his scarred forehead. Mike is a nice enough looking guy , blue eyes , brown hair , and fair enough skin. His attire as of today , tomorrow , and every other day to come , is that of an official Fazbear entertainment security guard. "God , I swear this players are going to kill me! "Oh are you based on the fan art or the actual cannon of the game series?" For christ's sake , I look , act , and talk like the Mike from the fan art!" Mike yells to me. "It should be pretty fucking obvious motherfuckers!" He screams at the top of his lungs.
I put a hand on his shoulder. "Mike...calm down. It's okay , you're going to have to take questions like those a lot." I say. "I know...and that what pissed me off!" He says with an angry guttural voice. "Sigh...you're right , I guess I'm going to have to just get used to it." Mike says and then he breathes in and out and counts to five in an effort to calm himself down. "Sorry for raising my voice , I just lose my temper sometimes." Mike says to me. "I know Mike , I know." I say to him. "So do all players ask you questions about your origins or do had you more interaction then simply that?" I ask. "Oh some asked about how it's to live as AI , how is to live with you , if I hit off with Doll , nothing too personal." He says. Mike turns his attention to somewhere in the distance. "Look at that." Mike says and he points in the direction he's pointing.
I look that way to see Jeremy with some female players , showing them tips from the looks of things for FNAF 2. "We're only be open for public beta for two hours and our Jeremy is already trying to woo some babes. I'm so proud." Mike says as he pretends to wipe away a tear...at least I think he's pretending. "Oh boy , here comes Mangle." Mike says. Mangle is seen running towards Jeremy. She yells at him for a bit , Jeremy defends himself , and then they both walk off. "Looks like Jeremy is in the dog house." Mike says with a snicker. "I don't know Mike , they could've worked it..." Before I can finish , Mike holds up his hand. "Hold up , creepzoid guard/coder at three o clock." He says. I look to see Adam approaching us.
Me: Hello Adam.
Adam: Hello Springtrap, hello Mike.
Mike: Hello staff member from hell.
Adam: Is that a way to treat the man who helped coded your home?
Mike: Look you may think you're top shit , but you're just a lowly coder asshole.
Me: Guys...
Adam: Look now...
Adam: You want to know what you are?
Adam: You're a modded , an OC character , noncannon.
Adam: The real Mike Schmidt from the games didn't talk , didn't move from his office , and probably wasn't such an asshole like you.
Adam: Also even if you were cannon ...
Adam: You would still be a shit stain on the list of AI , a pathetic waste of codes and circuits.
Adam: The only AI here more pathetic then you , is your little F buddy , Jer...
WHAM!
Mike punches Adam square in the nose and he falls onto his back.
Mike: DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT JEREMY , YOU CRAP MUNCHER!
Adam: My mistakes friend , I didn't mean to talk about that coward asshat you see as a friend...
Mike tries to punch Adam again , but I get him into a lock , halting his assault on Adam.
Me: Mike , stop it!
Mike: LET ME GO , LET ME GO!
Adam: Well I love to stay and chat , but I have things to attend to.
Adam gets up and walks off into the nearest player crowd.
Mike breaks free of my grasp. "What the hell man!?" He screams at me. "If you persisted , you could have gotten in trouble Mike." I say. " Yeah...would've been worth it to beat the asshole's face in." Mike says. "Don't worry Mike , I'm sure that if Adam keeps on acting the way he's acting , sooner or later he'll be fired." I say. "Well...I...I guess you're right." He says.
I feel something tug on my arm. I look down to see a player about 14. He has blonde hair , brown eyes and tan skin. "Excuse me , Mr. Sprintrap , could you teach me how to beat FNAF 3?" The young adult asks. I look up at Mike. "Go ahead , we'll talk later Springy." He says. "Okay little guy , let's start with the basics..."
End of part 2.