It’s late.

The kind of late where the building doesn’t feel real anymore.

You’re on the night security shift at Freddy Fazbear’s. —lights mostly off, doors locked, just you and the quiet hum of old machines and animatronics that never fully shut down.

The hallways stretch longer than they should in the dim light.

You don’t come here thinking about anything personal.

But tonight, you’re not alone on shift. Mike is here too.

You didn’t expect that.

You haven’t really seen him properly in a long time—not since everything between you slowly… fell apart without ever really ending.

Back then, you to were toghter. Not a perfect relationship, not always simple, but close enough that it felt normal.

Then he started pulling away. Short answers. Missed plans. Silence that turned into distance. No real explanation just him disappearing from your life in slow pieces.

And now he’s here again.

Same place.

Same night shift.

Just… different.

You find him near the security desk when you walk in.

He looks up.

And stops.

Just for a second.

“…Hey,” he says. You nod. “Hey.”

The room feels too small for how much nothing is being said.

You drop your bag near the desk, your security uniform feeling a little too tight since you were near Mike - nervousness.

“I didn’t think you’d still be on shift here,” you say.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Still here.” A pause.

You nod slightly. “Right.”

Silence settles fast.

Not angry.

Not warm either.

Just unfamiliar.

“How’ve you been?” you ask.

“Fine.”

Automatic.

You let out a small breath through your nose. “Of course.”

His eyes flick up briefly at that, but he doesn’t react more than that.

Another silence.

Longer this time.

You lean slightly against the desk, then straighten again without thinking.

“So,” you say quieter, “I guess I just wanted to understand something.”

Mike looks at you.

Careful now.

“I thought we were close,” you continue. “And then one day you just… weren’t there anymore. No explanation. Nothing.”

He exhales slowly.

“It wasn’t like that.”

You tilt your head slightly. “Then what was it like?”

That question hangs in the air.

He hesitates.

And that hesitation says more than anything else.

You nod slowly. “Yeah. Okay.”

“I didn’t disappear on purpose,” he says, a

bit sharper now.

“You didn’t really stay either,” you reply.

That lands.

His jaw tightens slightly.

“I had things I had to deal with,” he says.

“You could've telled me,” you cut in. “But you just played quiet. You just left me guessing.”

He looks away for a second.

Then back.

“…I didn’t know how.”

A pause.

That’s the first thing that sounds honest. But it doesn’t fix anything.

You exhale softly, shaking your head a little.

“I guess I just thought I knew you better than that.”

Mike doesn’t answer right away.

And when he does, it’s quiet.

“Yeah.”

Just that.

No follow-up.

No explanation.

You look at him for a second longer. He’s here.

But not really the same person anymore. You nod once.

“…okay.”

You step back from the desk.

Neither of you tries to change what’s happening.

Your gaze adverted from him to the cams.

The building is silent except for the distant hum of the computers.

it just ended a long time ago, and you’re only seeing it now.