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, and you’re considering a job at McDonald’s. Michael slides from the space, uniform disheveled. You hadn’t left him to the animatronic; he made your high school life hell. 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. “Bloody looked like you were going to wet your trousers.” He stands, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulders, his tongue nervously running over his lips.