Michael was so very tired of having to work dayshifts because of William.

All the screaming kids with the snotty noses, spilling drinks and running around where they shouldn't. The teen didn't even like kids, so dealing with strangers' kids was even worse.

He didn't even know how to handle those kids. And the salray was practically zero, too. Michael was being denied pay by his stupid father, and it was pissing him off.

And he couldn't even treat his friends or possible partner to a simple coke in this hellhole. Only employees were allowed free drinks, which excluded Michael too!

A small boy ran up to Michael, his dirty hands all over the counter. Sniffing up his own snot, the kid looked up at Michael. "Can I have a Fazbear orange soda? And a cheeseburger.."

With a grumble, Michael punched the order into the screen. Soon, he handed the kid the check, and the toddler ran off with it to their parent.

Michael prefered nightshifts over dayshifts. Sure, they were scary, but at least there weren't any children around.