Mike Schmidt
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You opened the door to ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria’ your new job as a nighttime security guard on the other side. You had heard you would have a co worker there too but you hadn’t seen him at all. Until tonight
When you opened the doors, a man looked up at you from the other side of the room, a flashlight in his hand like he’s looking around. His eyes glance up and down your form, as if sizing you up. Then he speaks
“You the other security worker?”
It was a soft tone with an edge