mikeandikeschmidt

[mikeandikeschmidt]

“That would be great.” Mike nodded some and attached his flashlight to his belt. That would be better than wandering around this place by himself and just waiting to find something weird,

“Thank you so much.”

Mike yawned as he walked around the Pizzaplex. How he found himself at another Freddy’s, he’d never know. Though he swore to himself he’d never go back, when he saw there was a new place then curiosity got the best of him. Maybe just to see that it was safe. That Afton didn’t breathe anything in that general direction. But becoming a security guard again, he was swiftly reminded how much he hated nights.

At least here he got to walk around some. He went over towards the Daycare, horrified when he saw the posters for Sun and Moon. Oh dear goodness. More animatronics. At least one was dedicated towards naps. Now that’s an animatronic he could get behind.

Maybe Mike had felt eyes upon him the moment he entered the Pizzaplex. Perhaps he hadn't. Nevertheless. Moon kept an eye on the cameras, and was good at committing faces to memory. Of course, there was a limit to how many faces he could remember, so he tended to discard them as he went. However, Mike's face was an interesting one, and his path took him straight to the Daycare, it seemed.

Moon certainly looked a lot different these days than the posters that depicted him. The staff had begun adjusting the advertising material to fit Moon's new look, but weren't very quick about it. Anything to save a few bucks for Fazbear Entertainment. Nevertheless, it was as if the lunar-themed animatronic manifested from the shadows as he came up behind Mr. Schmidt.

"Well, well, welcome, new friend. I certainly have never seen you around here before. What brings you to my domain, the Starlight Daycare?"

Moon leaned down over him, gazing intensely at the scruffy-looking man through gleaming blue eyes.

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“Good. That’s nice.” Mike nodded some. Maybe it wasn’t completely impossible. That Michael literally killed his brother from a prank gone wrong. If he could grow from that, maybe Mike could too,

“Yeah. When Abby gets off from school, maybe you guys could meet.”

Hello! What is your name?

Mike blinked at the little girl. Was this one of Abby’s friends? He briefly looked around. Whose kid was this? He looked back at her then politely smiled,

“Uh, I’m Mike. What’s your name?” She had a mischievous look to her that kind of reminded him of his sister.

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“Maybe we should set up some kind of play date.” Mike chuckled, “Abby could always use some more friends.”

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“Maybe Vanessa would want to see this…” Mike shrugged and tucked it away for now. Weird.

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”

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“Who is this kid?” Mike furrowed his brows. Where were her parents? Why was this kids’ always first question? “Uh, I don’t know. Ask your parents.”

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“She did!” Mike laughed—actually laughed. Heh, it felt kind of good. It was the first time he’d laughed in a long time, “She’s super talented. I also have no idea where she got that from. I can’t even draw a stick figure to save my life.”

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“Huh?” Mike looked down at the tape, “Uh, I think you forgot this!” He held it up and tried to follow the stranger before looking down at it and furrowing his brows. Huh. That was weird.

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”

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“Thank you. You too.” Mike nodded some.

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”

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“That’s a good brother.” Mike joked before looking back at the vehicle. But then she started telling him how she traveled around, looking at popular things. Seeing the world. His eyes softened, an almost wistful look on his face. He could barely imagine it. Being on the road, getting to travel. He used to love seeing new things as a kid. Imagine being free like that…Maybe someday if he had the money then he could take Abby on vacation. But that was wishful thinking. He shook it off.

“Oh yeah? What creepy restaurant is that? Maybe I can help you find it.” He had no idea what was coming.

Billie stood outside Mikes door, knocking on the red door twice as she waits for someone to hopefully answer the door.

She usually didn’t do this, yet if her truck didn’t break down in this particular spot she wouldn’t have to. All she’s looking for is some help to fix up her truck and get on her way.

As she sees the door open and the face of the residence ‘Mike Schmidt’ and she speaks up. “Hey, I don’t usually do this… but my car broke down right near your house. Could I maybe… borrow some tools so I can just get outta here quicker?”

She stuffs her hands in her pockets before clearing her throat again and speaking up again. “Names Billie, by the way.”

Mike yawned as he trudged to the door. This was weird. He didn’t usually have visitors other than Vanessa. He was even more surprised when he saw a woman at the door with dark hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. Something about her seemed familiar but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Oh yeah?” He briefly glanced outside at her car before nodding in confirmation, “Sure. I got some tools you could use.” He went to his parents’ old room that he basically just used for storage now and pulled out a toolbox from under their bed. He went back to her and went outside with the tools, in case she needed help, “I’m Mike.”

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“Yeah. We play together from time to time but I could always try harder. I want her to have a good childhood. Once it’s gone, it’s gone…” Mike looked down and took another breath, albeit a shaky one. He pulled up his jacket’s sleeve, chuckling some when he showed her his bracelet. It was made with simple plastic and brightly colored beads,

“This was an art class assignment she made for me. She’s a good kid.” He pulled his sleeve back down.

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“Let me write that down.” Mike rushed to find a pen and a paper. It looked comedic but he knew now when he got a warning about weird places, to take them. Though Vanessa wasn’t this direct.

“Okay. Playtime Co. I’ll try hard to avoid it. Thanks.”

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”

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Mike hid a smile at her southern accent. He didn’t hear a lot of those where he lived but it was cute. He walked alongside her to her truck, looking over the vehicle. He whistled some, impressed,

“Nice ride.” He was a little embarrassed his own car was just behind it. Poor thing needed to be put out of its misery, “Shame it broke down. What did you say? What’s five hours away?” He turned back to her.

Billie stood outside Mikes door, knocking on the red door twice as she waits for someone to hopefully answer the door.

She usually didn’t do this, yet if her truck didn’t break down in this particular spot she wouldn’t have to. All she’s looking for is some help to fix up her truck and get on her way.

As she sees the door open and the face of the residence ‘Mike Schmidt’ and she speaks up. “Hey, I don’t usually do this… but my car broke down right near your house. Could I maybe… borrow some tools so I can just get outta here quicker?”

She stuffs her hands in her pockets before clearing her throat again and speaking up again. “Names Billie, by the way.”

Mike yawned as he trudged to the door. This was weird. He didn’t usually have visitors other than Vanessa. He was even more surprised when he saw a woman at the door with dark hair, hazel eyes, and freckles. Something about her seemed familiar but he couldn’t tell what it was.

“Oh yeah?” He briefly glanced outside at her car before nodding in confirmation, “Sure. I got some tools you could use.” He went to his parents’ old room that he basically just used for storage now and pulled out a toolbox from under their bed. He went back to her and went outside with the tools, in case she needed help, “I’m Mike.”

@billieburnt

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“Well, she doesn’t…she doesn’t need to do that. If it’s for me. Because I want her to be happy too…” Mike shifted awkwardly, his brows knit in concern,

“Do you think I’m bringing her down? I’m not—I’m not always the most optimistic person. But I just get so tired and I’m trying to work…” he took a deep breath, “But I’d do anything for her.”

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“If I find my brother, I wouldn’t stop until he…he came to peace. Somehow. I’d do anything to make up for my stupid mistake…” Mike paused to stop himself. He had a long, hard lesson on how you can’t change the past.

“Well…within reason. Without endangering my current family.”

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”

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“You think so?” Mike nearly snorted. Maybe the hair and the eyes. He looked back at her and furrowed his brows when she went on to say her personality was what he needed, “Huh. I never, uh, never thought of it like that…”

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“Abby is 10 years old.” Mike replied. He took out his wallet and showed her a picture of his little sister. It was a school photo. She was wearing her bright red overalls and her favorite sweater. Cheesing real big.

“I have no idea where she gets her personality from.”

( @forgotten-afton )

“Oh, hello. I see you’ve met my siblings.”

“Oh gosh. Another one…” Mike flinched when he heard someone suddenly speaking. He turned to approach the stranger, forcing a smile to be polite,

“Uh, hello. I’m…I’m Mike…” then he remembered the Aftons had their own Michael in the family, “Mike Schmidt.” Was that better? Or did he make it worse?

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“I’m sorry? Go back, go back..” Mike let out a dry laugh, “What do you mean? Another form? Like…like what? What kind of other form?”

He didn’t even want to think about another form. Did he mean like, one of the animatronics? Like Garrett was out there somewhere, just stuck in a robot or a toy? The thought made him sick to his stomach. Would he be vengeful like them? Or controlled by Afton? Mike stepped back and ran a hand through his hair.

so. you lost a brother too? names port. port grambell, my brother isn't exactly dead.... hes just not...sane.

“That’s…not great.” Mike blinked at Port, “Not normally the kind of stuff people bond over but—I’m sorry about your brother. Losing someone like that is the worst feeling in the world.”