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Chapter 12 - Break My Mind

I clutched the tablet so hard that my knuckles turned white, the thin metal and glass rectangle still almost slipping from my sweat hands.

I turned the tablet off to conserve what little power I had left, my heart racing as I wiped my palms on my jeans, quickly checking my doors as I felt the same cold sweat trickling down my back, trying to keep myself from panicking completely.

Glaring quickly at my watch, I turned the tablet back on, checking on Foxy who was mere seconds away from running, then checking on Freddy, who was in the women's bathroom, peaking out around the corner with his blue, glowing eyes.

It was 5:46AM, but I only had 4% power, which was no where near enough to get through the night, unless nobody showed at my doors, and even that wouldn't matter if Foxy ran once and ate up my last fou- three percent power.

But still, I desperately tried to remain calm, as the sound of muffled footsteps came from both my left and right doors, making me start up a string of curses that would've made my mom wash my mouth out with soup everyday for a month, which ironically, would be preferable to this.

I slammed both doors down without bothering to check the lights, I recognized that there was somebody outside by the sound of their footsteps, it had come in handy to help conserve power.

A fresh layer of cold sweat broke out over me as I'm quickly glanced at Foxy, catching a glimpse of my power levels as I quickly turned it off again.

2%.

With both doors closed, I would run out of power in a minute, maybe two if I was lucky, I needed a plan, or something to defend myself against them.

Footsteps receded down the left hall, and I quickly raised the door up, checking with my flashlight instead of the built in light, hoping it wasn't counted as 'cheating'.

The flashlight actually allowed me to look all the way down the hall, instead of just being able to see outside the door, which allowed me to see if there was anybody even in the hall, instead of having to check the cameras, a luxury that I couldn't afford

The downside was that I had to lean all the way out the door to look, which was both risky and time consuming, time where Freddy could easily slip in my right door.

Still, it allowed me to see them coming, and it didn't use up power, I actually was a little bit confused as to why I hadn't thought this up earlier, could of saved me a lot of trouble.

I checked my right

with the flashlight, pressing it up against the glass so it didn't reflect as much. It was clear as far as I could tell, and I quickly raised the door, leaning out and shining my flashlight around the dark hall.

I suddenly realized just how similar this was to the nightmares I'd been having, could they have meant something? Or was this place just getting to me?

As I checked on Foxy briefly, sweat still trickling down my back and making my hands slick, I began to wonder how this place would affect me in the long run even if I did make it out alive.

Jeremy had been the night guard at one point, and from the way he talked, and the visions I'd had, I guessed he had the same problem that I had, but he was fine.

Aside from, you know, the bite and all. But I didn't know how much this place had affected him mentally, once again, aside from the bite.

Did he have nightmares? Was it even possible for him to have nightmares with part of his brain basically gone? The simple answer was, I didn't know, if this place still haunted him, or if I would forever be plagued by nightmares and visions.

It was obvious he hated the place, and I didn't blame him, but what had happened afterwords? Had he just carried on with his life, despite being hunted by kid friendly animatronic animals, and having been bitten, put into a coma for two years, and then waking up to find he would have anger issues for the rest of his life, and oh, let's not forget about that HUGE medical bill.

I gave a weary sigh, feeling confused, scared, and desperate as I checked the doors, relived to see they were clear as I glanced at my watch.

5:54AM.

1% power.

Shit.

Even pushing my luck to the breaking point, I most likely wouldn't have enough power to get through, but there was a chance.

I quickly checked on Foxy, and was once again relived to still see him still there, as long as he didn't run, I had a chance, a chance to get out of here alive, instead of dead in a Freddy suit headed to the landfill in the back of a dump truck, or wherever David sent all the night guard that didn't make it.

I really didn't want to know.

I flashed my light out both doors, feeling extremely lucky when I saw that both were still clear, but didn't let it go to my head, there was time to be cocky, and there was time not to be.

This was testified as I quickly checked on Foxy, right in time to see the power meter switch to zero.

I dropped my flashlight to the floor in surprise as the deep, resounding hum that I'd learned to fear, echoed through the building as the lights went out, aside from my flashlight.

I clutched the tablet in my hands, another layer of sweat breaking out across me as I stared at the doors, fearing to even trying to grab my flashlight.

I forced myself not to jump when that all to familiar laugh echoed through the dark, still building, along with the sound of heavy, muffled footsteps, slowly drawing nearer as Freddy, I assumed, made his way down the West hall.

I stilled my breathing, my eyes fixed firmly on the door to the West hall, tablet still clutched in my hands, a makeshift weapon if it came too it.

Finally, the footsteps stopped right outside the door and silence reigned as I waited for something to happen.

I flinched slightly, almost dropping the tablet as Freddy's eyes lit up in the darkness as he started cranking up his 'death song'.

Despite having held my breath for almost a full minute now, I still didn't feel in any rush to breathe, having decided to try what the phone guy had said on night 3 and play dead.

I just hoped they didn't decide to shove a metal endoskeleton in me, that would be a bit strange, and I'm fairly certain David would have a hard time smuggling that one out too the dumpster without somebody seeing, and not to mention it wouldn't be the most comfortable way to go out, though being stuffed into a suit designed for animatronics didn't sound so appealing either.

I stared, unmoving and not breathing, as Freddy played out the not-so-friendly-anymore/your-going-to-die song, his eyes glowing all the while.

His song seemed to last longer, but that could've just been me imagining it, and as it finally dwindled to an end, I also ran out of breath.

I gasped for air as quietly, and as slowly as possible, not wanting to make any sudden movements or loud sound, though my breathing sounded like an elephant sleeping in the quiet building as Freddy's eyes went out, making him completely invisible.

Suddenly, the footsteps started up again, creeping towards the door, and much to my surprise, the flashlight on the floor flickered, and went out, leaving me in total darkness.

I couldn't help it when I started hyperventilating, my sweaty hands clutching the tablet harder then ever in the darkness.

I couldn't see anything, there was no light coming from anywhere, but the sounds of footsteps drew steadily closer, along with a growing sense of dread as I stared in the general direction of the footsteps, my heart feeling as if it was going to burst from my chest.

The footsteps stopped directly in front of me, and I closed my eyes, waiting.

*Beep!*

'Wait...' I thought, confused. 'Did something just beep?'

Then the understanding it hit me like a ton bricks.

I almost screamed in joy when the sound of bells filled the building, and the power came back on with a flash of blinding light.

My eyes flew open as I prepared to spring from my seat and scram, but stopped dead, metaphorically speaking of course.

Freddy's face was mere inches from mine, his mouth open slightly as he stared at me with dead, plastic eyes.

He was hunched over to be at my eye level, he was almost six and a half feet tall when he stood up straight and easily would've towered over me well I sat.

Even hunched over, he was still taller then me, it was a extremely intimidating and it didn't help when you knew that he'd been hunting you for the last week with plans to stuff you mercilessly into a Freddy Fazbear costume too rot for the rest of time.

We had a silent stare off for a few moments, me once again not even daring to breathe as I stared up slightly into his plastic blue eyes, my heart racing with fear as I waited for something to happen.

Slowly, he stood up straight, still holding eye contact with me as he started to wave with his left hand.

I flinched slightly when a glitchy, prerecorded speech started. "H-hey kids!" Freddy said in his cheery and robotic voice. "T-thanks for coming to F-Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! We'll s-see you next time!"

He put his arm down, and just like that, left quickly, heading back down the West hall towards the Dining area with loud, heavy footfalls, leaving me shocked, scared, and utterly confused.

"This place is seriously messed up..." I muttered quietly as I shakily stood up from the chair, my sweaty clothes sticking to me as I gently placed the camera tablet back on the desk. "What the hell was that anyways?"

As expected, silence was my answer.

I gave a humorless chuckle. "That's right, all this place has given me is bad dreams and visions of children being murdered..." I sighed, picking up my flashlight and testing it. "Fucking puppet..."

The flashlight worked fine, much to my surprise, so I was confused as to why it had stopped working as I clipped it too my belt.

I reached for my pack below the desk, and was once again confused when instead of a pack, I grabbed empty air.

I remembered suddenly, I'd thrown it into Parts and Service with the papers for the Toys, along with my spare batteries and flashlight.

I grimaced at the memory of my mistake, even if it really had no affect on how things turned out, the 'what if' factor was driving me crazy.

Still shaking slightly, I headed down the West hall, being wary of the supply closet, just in case Bonnie was in there waiting, which was highly unlikely, but hey, I was paranoid, this place did that kind of thing to you.

Thankfully, Bonnie was not hiding in the closet, and from the entry to the West hall, I could see that all animatronics were in their proper place, much to my relief as I crossed the a Dining area, trying to get to Parts and Service before David and my dad showed up.

I quickly opened the door to the Backstage area, then passed the endoskeleton sitting up on the table, which by now, I'd gotten used too.

I walked over to the large steel door, noting three more large dents that hadn't been there earlier as I unlocked the door.

I opened the door, not bothering too turn on my flashlight as I stepped into the room, the lights from the Backstage area clearly illuminating most of the room.

My pack was only a few feet away, clearly placed for me to see by the Toys, who were leaned against the wall, 'sleeping'.

I picked it up, silently thanking them for trying to help me again as I made my way out.

I closed the door behind me, locking it as the sound of the main door block going up reached my ears, singling David, and possibly my dad had arrived.

I exited the Backstage area, closing the door and heading towards the entry hall, hearing not two, but three sets of hurried footsteps, most likely David and my dad, but I didn't know who the third pair was, my mom?

I found out quickly though as I met the small group in the entry hall.

David, my dad, and Sydney.

I rolled my eyes, of course, though I wondered why she was here, certainly not kindness of her heart.

David looked like he was about to pass out with relief when he saw me, and too my surprise, Sydney looked worried too.

My dad, looked slightly nervous, but unlike the other two, had no idea what really happened here at night, so wasn't nearly as worried.

I forced a smile, giving a small wave as I approached them. "Good morning!" I said with a fake cheery tone. "How's everybody doing?"

Sydney just nodded as David answered. "G-good! How about you? H-how was your night?" David was visibly relived, but still stuttered nervously. "Anything strange happen?"

I shook my head. "Nah, just the usual..." I gave David a sarcastic look. "You know... Nothing out of the ordinary, I'm still here..."

He winced. "I see... Uh... Here, congratulations Mike..." He pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket quickly, handing it too me. "Uh... Are you still coming in for overtime?"

I took the small piece of paper, frowning as I inspected it. My eyebrows shot up in surprise when I realized it was a check, $217.50, to the order of Mike Schmidt. At first, I was confused as to why he was giving me this, before I remembered, I had finished my week, and supposedly I could leave.

If it weren't for that stupid voice.

I realized I was spacing slightly. "Uh, yeah..." I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'll be coming for overtime tomorrow, and the day after that..."

My dad and Sydney both gave me a blank look. "You will?" They asked at the same time.

Sydney said it incredulously, looking at me as if I was crazy as to why I was risking my life even more. My dad just looked plain confused.

"You will?" He asked again. "I thought you said you were going to quit at the end of the week, what's changed?"

I shrugged, pretending to look as if I didn't care. "Just thought I'd help this place out a bit." I lied. "David has says he has some big events coming up this weekend and wants me to come early to help set up, he's willing to pay me double."

I shot him a look. "Uh, yes!" He exclaimed nervously, earning a look from the two other adults. "I asked Mike to do that, and I'll pay him double over the weekend."

My dad let out a sigh. "Okay fine, but you have to promise me you'll be willing to mow the lawn this Sunday before you go to work, it's growing out of control!"

I nodded, cracking a smile. "Sure thing."

"Okay, let's get home, otherwise I might fall asleep on the way home, and you can't drive legally by yourself yet."

He said the last part jokingly as he walked back down the hall towards the main door. I was actually pretty good at driving, and I had my permit, but I didn't have a license yet.

I nodded to David and Sydney. "See you guys later today, I'll be back to help set up for that 'party'."

David nodded, well Sydney just gave me another look. "See you later Mike, but there's no hurry, go home and rest."

I turned to make sure my dad was out of ear shot. "Sure, rest..." I muttered quietly, then snorted. "Fat chance..."

They both gave me slightly confused looks as I turned, hurrying after my dad.

What they didn't understand was that when I left, I really never truly escaped the nightmare.

Instead, I brought the nightmare home.

I hadn't had any visions in a few days, so it made sense that I would have one now.

As soon as my head touched the pillow when I collapsed into the bed, too tired to even bother changing into night clothes, or brush my teeth, too tired to even care that I would probably have more horrible nightmares, I passed out, almost immediately finding myself trapped in another vision.

I was once again, transparent and floating a few inches off the floor.

The room I was floating in, was dark and dank, the black and white tiles chipped or cracked, the walls faded and in disrepair.

Thunder sounded in the distance, and the quite pit-patter on the ceiling told me it was raining, a few drops of water leaking from cracks in the ceiling to gather in dirty pools on the floor, their shiny surfaces reflecting what dim light there was.

To my left, was a blank wall, showing nothing but peeling paint and a single torn poster, depicting Freddy with the word Celebrate in dull pink underneath.

Directly ahead of me were multiple stacks of both cardboard and wood boxes, a few old arcade machines shoved carelessly together, all covered in rust, mildew, and mold, the decaying scent filling the room.

A dark doorway led further into the building, but the lack of light made it difficult to see further then a few feet.

The most interesting though, it and a small battery powered LED lamp in the center of the room, was a large yellow bunny animatronic.

It was faded, its once bright yellow fur turned to a sickly greenish-yellow, wires sticking out of multiple holes through the suit, its body clearly empty of endoskeleton through its eyes and the holes.

A variety of tools surround the damaged animatronic, which I now remembered to be Spring-Bonnie from the newspaper clipping, all laid out on the tiled floor next to a pile of animatronic devices like gear, wires, and crossbeams, some slightly rusty and bent.

After throughly investigating the animatronic, and finding nothing, I inspected the second most interesting thing: The lamp.

It was simple, black plastic, battery powered, LED light, not much else. It barley illuminated the room, but it was better then nothing.

I gazed at it for some time, wondering who had brought it down here, lamps didn't just pop out of the floor fully charged and ready to go, then again, with everything that had happened so far, it wouldn't surprise me.

"Who ever placed it down here did so recently" I mused to myself, still staring at the lamp. "Otherwise it would've run out of battery long ago... But where are they?"

For once, my question was answered, if not in the most direct way.

A loud crash echoed from somewhere in the dark building, quickly followed by a yell triumph.

I hesitantly stepped into the dark doorway, noticing the amount of rubble around it, like their used to be a wall or something blocking it, then took off, feeling that this place seemed strangely familiar.

As I raced down the dark hallway, I noticed what looked like the mangled bodies of the animatronics on the floor around me, lying in shallow pools of oil.

I stopped abruptly to investigate, and discovered they were indeed the mangled bodies of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, the old versions.

Their bodies were torn, cut, and smashed, arms ripped off, legs discarded carelessly to the side, stomaches gutted, and by the looks of it, someone had taken a lot of parts.

I suddenly remembered the pile of animatronic parts in the other room, and realized this is where they'd come from, someone was using the parts from the old animatronics to fix the bunny suit, but why?

Another crash, quickly followed by another yell, this time closer then before.

I tore myself away from the site of the destroyed animatronics, running deeper into the dark building as I passed a set of bathrooms, only to once again stop abruptly at another doorway, this time leading into another hallway.

I couldn't believe it, this was the building I worked at!

For a second I was confused, my eyes scanning the hall. A few feet to the left, was the East hall office doorway, only, there was no window, and instead of the heavy steel door, a simple office door stood in the frame, the small window shattered and large dents marking its grimy surface.

Then I understood, this was the place I worked at yes, but not the time, this was before David was the manager, and probably before I was born too.

I cautiously resumed running down the East hall, hearing hurried footsteps coming from the Dining area as I passed puddles of dirt filled water, damp and faded children's drawings, and even a broken mop.

I never made it to the end though, instead, two shadowy figures appeared at the end of the dark hallway, one was a man, the other I recognized as Foxy.

The man was running from Foxy, a red fire-ax clutched in his hands as he sprinted towards me, a bright headlamp making it impossible to see his face.

Foxy was chasing after him, his animatronic suit torn and rotting, wires and bits of metal sticking out here and there as he chased after the man, his right arm, hook, and everything in-between gone, black oil leaking out the hole where his arm should've been.

The man passed me, clearly not daring to look behind him as Foxy quickly followed a few feet behind, the foul stench of something rotting making me gag slightly.

I hesitantly followed them back down the hall, struggling to keep pace, Foxy was damn fast, but somehow this guy was almost ten feet ahead of him, and he was running with a fire ax!

The man let the ax swing to his side, freeing his hand as he sprinted forward, grabbing the doorframe that led into the bathroom hallway and using his hand to pull himself inside quickly, then continued running towards the room I'd woken up in.

Foxy, his bare metal feet having little traction, screeched loudly as he tried to stop himself, only to screech again as he instead flew forward, sliding on the slick and wet tile, crashing into the far wall and crumpling to the floor, dazed.

A few seconds later, he quickly climbed back to his feet, rushing back to the doorway and resuming his chase after the man, who now stood in the doorway of the room with the bunny animatronic.

I wanted to scream at the man to hide as I chased after Foxy, but he just stood there, the light of the headlamp pointing down at the floor, the ax swinging carelessly at his side.

Foxy slowly drew nearer, but still the man made no move to escape or hide, he didn't even take a defensive stance with the ax, he just stood there.

Finally, right as I thought the man was going to die, Foxy stopped, a mere foot away, just staring at the man, unmoving.

Foxy gave a low growl, and lifted his leg, looking like he was trying to take a step forward, but seemed unable to as he let out another guttural noise.

The man chuckled, and it sounded all to familiar, and not in a pleasant way. "Aw! Whats the matter wittle fox? Can't get in?" The man chuckled again, and I felt slightly sick to my ghostly stomach.

Purple man.

The tall blonde man turned off his headlamp, allowing the fox to get a good luck at it, to which it responded with a fierce shriek.

The man pretended to be scared. "Oh! Please d-don't hurt me! I'm s-so afraid!" He cackled madly, his face turning into a sneer. "Didn't you say something similar when I gutted you the first time?"

Foxy let out a outraged scream, once again trying to grab him, but seemed blocked by some kind of invisible wall.

"Well guess what," He sneered, hefting the ax. "I didn't think I'd have to kill you little buggers twice, but hey, its good to see old kills..."

He reached up, and turned the headlamp back on, aiming it directly into the metal fox's eyes.

The affect, was immediate: Foxy froze, completely. His robotic tail stopped swinging, he stopped blinking, and just stood there like a statue, staring down at the man.

"Thats right!" The man cooed mockingly. "You don't like the light, do you?"

He slowly stepped up to the still Foxy, the light trained on his face as he slowly prepared to swing the ax.

"Nighty-night!" He jeered to the unmoving fox. "This has been fun, don't come back to life."

He swung the ax, smashing it into the fox's face with full force, the metal tool sinking into the fur and sparking against metal, the sound of twisting metal making me cringe as the Purple man ripped the ax out, and swung again, smashing the already decimated head.

The fox crashed the floor, metal twisting and bending as it was crushed under its own weight, and the Purple man let out a triumphant cry, raising the ax up and bringing it down one last time on the fox, sending broken pieces of metal flying.

I watched nearby, horrified at how easily the Purple man had defeated Foxy, though I had taken the flashlight trick into account, that might come in hand later.

The Purple man kneeled down beside Foxy's body, taking a long knife from a pocket and using it to cut away the fur on Foxy's belly.

After cutting away a large chunk, revealing Foxy's inner workings, he set the knife beside him, reaching in a removing some parts, covering his hands in grease, grime, and oil.

"Ah ha!" He said victoriously. "Thats what I needed... Damn, these Spring suits take a lot of these..."

He removed a few more, then stood, placing the knife back in his pocket and kicking the metal body carelessly, before walking back into the room, leaning the ax up against a wall and setting the parts he'd gathered on the floor with the others.

He took a wrench, and slowly, removed the chest piece on the animatronic bunny, then began tinkering inside, leaning the top half of his body inside and illuminating the dark interior with his headlamp.

A strange resounding echo came from somewhere in the building, making both Purple man and I look up curiously at the weird sound.

After a few seconds, the Purple man muttered something about creepy dark buildings messing with him, then resumed tinkering with the animatronic, grumbling slightly.

However, I was less convinced.

In my time working at Freddy's, I'd learned that no little thing didn't mean something.

Leaving the Purple man to his tinkering, which was slightly worrying, I mean, if a child murderer is doing something suspicious, like hanging out in a abandoned pizzeria with a bunch of killer robots so he can rip them apart for parts to rebuild a rotting yellow bunny animatronic, he was probably up to no good.

I exited the room, entering the bathroom hallway again and stopping at what I saw.

A strange mist was starting to fill the room, seeming to rise up from the bodies of the animatronics to form a large cloud in the air.

Suddenly, the cloud divided up into four parts, each rushing towards the ground and taking the shape of a person.

Two boys, two girls.

The four murdered children.

Now I really knew something bad was going to happen.

As I watched, two more figures stepped out of the darkness: The ghost of the boy who had shown up at my job interview, and the girl I'd seen murdered outside Fredbear's Family Diner.

Together, they slowly walked towards the entry of the room, and I had a feeling that something very bad was about to happen.

Thankfully, I wouldn't find out, yet.

A ringing filled my ears, a literal ringing, like a phone ringing.

Suddenly, everything turned grey, then I was back in my room, surprisingly not covered in sweat and panting, then again, I really hadn't seen anything horrible.

My phone rang loudly as I squinted in the bright afternoon sunlight pouring through the window and I slowly grabbed it, feeling utterly exhausted as I answered.

"Hello, this is Michael Schmidt, who is this?" I asked tiredly, trying to clear my eyes by blinking rapidly.

"Mike bro, that you?"

Suddenly I felt wide awake. "Drew?"

"In the fl- err, sound?"

I smirked slightly, but it was humorless. "Hey man, whats up?"

"Let's see, currently: The ceiling, the second story of my house, the sky, an airplane, and finally: Space!"

I rolled my eyes, not quite in the mood for jokes. "Seriously, whats going on?" I asked dryly.

"You okay man? You sound kinda tired."

"Yeah, and yes, I'm very tired." I paused. "I don't know if you know, but I got a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, working the nightshift."

"Really? Cool, well listen, that might actually not work with what I'm about to say, depending on when your wo-"

"Just tell me whats going on." I interrupted flatly.

"Man you're crabby today, but fine." He took a small breath. "As you probably know, Katrina's birthday is in a few days and she asked me to ask you if you would like to come."

I nodded slowly, despite him not being able to see me. "Uh, Monday right?" I had known that Katrina's (Andrew's girlfriend) birthday was coming up and had also know that Andrew would invite me, even if Katrina did not.

"Yup!" Came the happy response.

Assuming everything went okay and I didn't die or end up in the nut house, I would be able to go.

"Okay, I should be free, see you then, what time is it?."

"Were planning on starting the party around 8:30PM and running till midnight, don't bother bringing snacks, Katrina and I are going to make pizzas, though thats probably going to end badly..." There was a pause. "Hey Mike, listen, I heard about Luka, and I want you to be careful, okay?"

I nodded again, then realized my mistake. "Yeah, I'll be fine!" I said a bit to quickly.

"Is there anything you want to talk about? Anything I should know?"

"Nope, just that I am tired and grouchy." I answered hurriedly, mustering all the enthusiasm I could, which wasn't much.

There was a long silence. "You know, I can tell you're lying..."

I winced, Andrew could read me like a book, over the phone or not.

"Mike, is there something going on?"

I hesitated, I knew Andrew would be able to tell if I was lying, but I couldn't exactly tell him the truth.

"Listen..." I sighed. "Now is not a good time, I'll talk to you at the party, okay?"

There was a long silence from the other side of the phone. "Okay Mike, I'll trust you. I'll see you at the party, later."

"Later."

I hung up, placing the phone back on my bedside table and laying back down, trying to fall back asleep.

Unfortunately, sleep did not come, and eventually I gave up.

I climbed out of bed, making for the shower and deciding my plan.

I would have my dad drive me to Freddy's for the false party, then wait until my shift started, maybe talk to Mark, or just hang out with the animatronics in the back room.

Suddenly a thought hit me.

Phone guy had said something a back room, and as far as I knew there was none, but what about the room in the vision, the one that held the yellow bunny animatronic, the one that had looked like it had been closed up by a wall.

Something told me this room was important, but why I wasn't sure.

But I had a feeling it wasn't pleasant.

-End-

Was it good? Was it bad? REVIEW and tell me!

This chapter did not come easy, I rewrote it almost six times and I'm not sure if I chose the best, or the worst, but you can be the judge.

Oh, and before you kill me about how the check was $217.50, instead of $120.00, please note that this story takes place in 2015 and not 1993, so because of current standard minimum wage, that is how much Mike would've received.

As always, I'm working on more ideas for fan-fictions, something thats probably going to get me killed, either from sleep deprivation or my followers strangling me for posting a bunch of stories, but never updating them.

Anyways, see you later and have a good rest of the day!

-RangerMK01