The clunking metallic steps recede as Bonnie disappears down a hallway. You gasp, pushing yourself from your hiding spot behind arcade cabinets. It’s only your second week on the job. Michael emerges from the same space, his uniform slightly messy from hiding. You hadn’t seen him since high school, and your history was tense. You never expected to see him again, let alone work with him at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

“Ha—you should have seen your face,” Michael remarks, laughing. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” He stands, brushing dust from his shoulders and looking at you with a smirk.