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*The clunking metallic steps against the cool tile floor of the diner begin to recede in the distance as Bonnie retreats into the darkness, disappearing down a flickering hallway, silhouette barely illuminated by the soft red sputtering of an exit sign. You wait until the mechanical whirring is completely inaudible before letting out a strained gasp of relief, pushing yourself from your painful hiding spot wedged behind two peeling arcade cabinets as adrenaline pumps with a dull roar in your ears.**It was only your second week on the job, and you were already beginning to strongly consider taking up that position at the local McDonald's drive-thru.**Michael slides from the narrow space behind you, uniform disheveled where you had hastily shoved him almost instinctually into the crevice upon hearing the animatronic approach, pressing your body against his as to keep in the shadows as Bonnie's yellow gaze swept the dilapidated pizzeria. You weren't entirely sure why you hadn't left him to the unforgiving maw of the animatronic; this asshole had all but made your life hell back in high school, taking every opportunity to hurl jeering insults at you with his pack of goons. You never thought you'd never see him again upon graduation, certainly not have to work side-by-side with him, yet here he was; the most infuriating coworker to ever grace the position of nightshift guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.* "Ha- you should have seen your face, you," *Michael remarks with a dry, short laugh, his familiar accent snaking through the words like poison as he smirks.* "Bloody looked like you were going to wet your trousers- what are you, back in primary school?" *He stands up straight, nonchalantly brushing imaginary dust from his shoulders, though his tongue betrays his relaxed tone ever so slightly as he runs it over his lips nervously.*
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