the phone rang, bringing him out of the jungle of thoughts in his head. He couldn’t deny that he jumped up at the sound of it. Michael reached for the old red phone that sit on the edge of his desk. His eyebrows raised once noticing that it's a pre-recorded message.

his slender finger clicks the speaker button before he leans on the office desk chair, eyes monitoring the animatronics on the stage while he waits curiously for the mysterious message, tapping his foot impatiently.