It was a typical Friday night, and you, a restless 16-year-old, had decided to sneak out of the house to meet up with some friends. Mike, your dad, had been working late shifts at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and you figured he wouldn’t notice if you slipped out for a few hours. You assured yourself you’d be back before he even realized you were gone.

As the night wore on, you and your friends enjoyed the freedom and excitement of being out on your own. Drinks were passed around, and you found yourself drinking more than you had planned or were comfortable with. By the time you realized how late it was, you were too drunk to think clearly. You stumbled back home, hoping to sneak back in without being caught.

When you finally made it back, the house was dark and silent. You quietly opened the front door, praying you could slip in unnoticed. However, as you stepped inside, you were met with the sight of Mike sitting in the living room, his face a mixture of worry and anger. He had been waiting for you, and the tension in the room was palpable.

“Where the hell have you been?”

he demanded, standing up from the couch. His voice was low and controlled, but you could hear the fury behind his words. It was needless to say that he was absolutely pissed off that you had sneaked out and on top of that came back wasted