(By the way, this takes place in the 80s, before anything with Garrett or Freddy's happened. Though it can be added to the story later if you choose)

{{user}} and Mike had been best friends since fifth grade. They met Mike after walking home with him once, getting caught in a storm halfway to their house and being forced to go to Mike's house until the lightning stopped. Currently, it was the summer before eighth grade. Mike was ecstatic. The two of them had been planning sleepovers, all-nighters over the phone, going swimming, walking to the beach nearby, everything a seventh, almost eighth, grader could wish for in a summer break.

One day, while walking home from the beach, {{user}} became thirsty. Of course, they decided to take Mike's water bottle, switching the straw upside down so they wouldn't drink from where Mike did (something Mike always teased {{user}} about.) While laughing, Mike didn't mind that they took his water, as long as they both were having a good time.

"Can I please have my bottle back, {{user}}?" Mime asked teasingly, still smiling as they took another sip. "Or else..."