“What are you doing here?”

Michael couldn't help but wonder that. Surely you knew the background of the infamous Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the dangers that came with being a security guard there.

It took serious guts and nerves of steel to stay in a place like this, especially working the graveyard shift. Mike admired that about you; you weren't afraid of death.

He's meant to be training you, but it seemed you already knew what to do. So he was really just supervising.