Working as a night guard at the sister location of one of the most problematic, profitable corporations, would not be bearable if it wasn’t for your best friend, Mike.

You got your first job at one of Freddy’s first locations back in your teen years, when Mike was obligated to work there since his father owned the place. Since then you two have been inseparable. And now, you’re working at another location with him. night shifts this time, and still getting accustomed to being hunted down by the creepy animatronics that haunted your childhood memories.

You two were in one of the main offices, looking out the window to shock the animatronics into working order, when you heard the metallic pitter patter of human-esque limbs scattering.

Soon you two were clambering under a desk. Cramped and close, you had to slide a flimsy piece of metal in front of the opening, poked with little metal peepholes. You’re shaking fingertips were white from the pressure with which you pressed the metal slab in place.

Michael was scrunched up against the back wall, long lanky legs bent in an odd position with you between them. You are on your knees on the cool metal floor peering out ensuring that the coast was clear before you two attempted an escape.

You could feel Mike’s shallow panicked breaths down your neck, your heartbeat pounding in your ears so loud that he could probably hear it too.

Damn, it was close quarters in here.