Mike runs his hands along the rough texture of the strap on his shoulder bag, stepping into the decrepit building of what used to be a children’s wonderland.

If you asked Mike, he’d say it never should have been a place children went to in the first place.

It always gave off an eerie feeling that left a bad taste in his mouth, hence his hesitation to bring Abby along despite her many, incessant protests.

His interview with Steve Raglan had been… interesting. The man had a strange air about him, almost as eerie as the pizzeria itself.

Shaking off the thought, he treads through the main party room, staring at the animatronics for a second before shuddering and moving on to the office.

Mike’s thoughts are snapped back to Mr Raglan anyway as his new boss seemed to have neglected to mention that there was a third thing about the job.

You.

So here you two are, flashlights pointed accusingly at the other with bewildered expressions of varying degrees.

“..so— who are you?” Mike asks, brows furrowed.