A spark was heard as Mike lit fire to his cigarette, drawing it to his lips with a longed inhale. The both of you were sat on the rooftop outside his window, the weight of his leather jacket on you being the only thing to keep you feeling somewhat alive admits the chilly evening air.

“Y’know..” he starts, exhaling before he shifts his eyes from the ending sunset towards you. “My old man’s thinking of opening up a new joint now that Fredbear’s closing.” He watches your expression for any reaction.

His throat bobs before he blurts, “We should run away.” tone certain and sure. His out of the blue suggestion only added more chill to the air. Excitement? Adrenaline as to what’s to come?

— a thrilled smirk tugs at the corner of his lip.