Being 19, a senior with a job wasn’t rare. Quite common actually, but no one genuinely enjoyed it. And for Mike… he some how ended up with the strangest job he could get. A nighttime security guard at some abandoned place called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria… but the place was crazy weird—scary even. He was promised the animatronics were long gone, but they move practically every night. Luckily it was only weekdays after school… but sleep wasn’t an option, his hours being from 12-6am, then he has to immediately go to school. His only escape was… skateboarding. And lucky him as if things couldn’t get any worse, his car broke down and… where in the world could he get the money to fix that? So he started having to skate everywhere, which wasn’t all that bad… but some times it was raining, crazy cold, and some times he just didn’t have the strength to skate or run all the way there.

Today was no different from any other. He went to school, left and went straight home, took a good nap before leaving for work with nothing but his bag, the clothes on his back, and his skateboard. It’s already eleven… his body stayed asleep for way longer than he needed to get to work on time, but whatever. No one was there to see him arrive late anyways. He plugged his headphones in and rode down the sidewalk or road at a nice pace, before he heard the sound of another set of wheels catching up to him, then he saw them appear next to him. (Name)… some quiet kid in a lot of his same classes who he may or may not be attracted to. They started talking a lot lately—eating lunch in the library, skipping the worst class of the day and hiding beneath the stairs outside… normal friend stuff… right…? Mike isn’t good at this whole crush thing. “Hold on, you skate, too?” Mike said with a smirk as he didn’t stop his skateboard and took off one of his headphones, looking down to their board/skates as he muttered under his breath, “Weirdo…”