Jesus, was it hot out. Was it always going to be like this? Used to more cold conditions, Mike wasnât really sure how to handle himself when he was suddenly thrown onto an island that couldâve very easily felt like it was going to be summer every single freakinâ day, and he could already tell that he wasnât going to like a single bit of it.Â
However, thatâs not the thing that catches his attention. He knew when somebody was watching him - maybe it was because of his week spent at the pizzeria, but he could always tell when someoneâs eyes was on him, watching his every move, waiting for him to be vulnerable before going in for the attack.
So he sighs, and stops in his tracks. This is how itâs going to be, huh? Oddly reminiscent. Closing his eyes, Mike shoves his hands into the pockets of the pants he chose to wore for the day, and speaks up.
âWhoeverâs out there, youâre not sneaky. Come on out, show yourself, and get it over with. What do you want.âÂ
alright! before i get started on my starters, i feel a mun intro is in proper need!
hi there! my nameâs freddy. i use she/her pronouns, and im 21+. you may also know me as the one and only pigeon mod in this wonderful little group, and iâm so happy to see this group finally get off itâs feet. weâve been planning this group for a while, and i love all the work that owl mod has put into the group, and can only hope that you guys enjoy it just as much!Â
you guys are definitely more than free to follow me on my twitter, which you can find at @aquaticflora. this mun intro might not be the best place to say this, but i want to thank everyone whoâs joined so far. it means so much that you have interest in our group that weâve worked so hard on for the past year!! Â
This was the most power Mikeâs used up in the past week, and his heart was pounding against his chest. But, somehow, he managed to do it. With his eyes darting back and forth from the windows next to him, down the tablet that laid on his desk, he kept a look out for those damn animatronics who would appear outside his window with an almost teasing look, telling him they were going to get him.
How did that work, anyways? They were robots without the ability to properly express themselves. He wasnât sure, but he got that vibe whenever they appeared in his windows.Â
6 AM.Â
The chimes signifying the end of his shift on his tablet sound like music to his ears. He slams his hands down on his table, exhaling the breath he didnât realize he was holding in. However, for a few seconds longer, Mike stays in the office. Keeping his ears open until he could hear the sounds of light tapping fade into the distance, and the animatronics were all back on place on the stage. He grabs his belongings he haphazardly threw onto the floor-- like he had been doing for the past five fucking days, and hauls it over his shoulder. He makes his way down the hall, his eyes focused on the floor below him as he gives nothing but a simple wave to the opening day guard meant to take his place.Â
He just wanted to get home. Get some sleep.Â
Mike was tired.Â
He makes his way home rather quickly, keeping his attention on the floor below him. He was lucky he didnât live too far away from the pizzeria, able to just walk to work and walk back home on a daily basis. But by god - was he tired. His pace picked up, and maybe it was his desire to get home, but he found himself bumping shoulders with the early birds who would find themselves awake at this early hour, for some ungodly reason.Â
As soon as he arrives at his front door, Mike hastily pulls out his keys and opens the door to his house - only stopping when something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.
A rather fancy letter sticking itself out of his mailbox, addressed to him.Â
How odd, Mike thinks to himself. He never gets mail like this. He only receives bills that he struggles to afford on a daily basis. Raising a brow, Mike reaches over and grabs the letter as he steps inside, quietly closing the door behind him. His fingers graze over the seal on the envelope, and he narrows his eyes towards the letter. He can already tell something about it seems off, as he opens it up and scans the letter for anything good.Â
From the sounds of it, being chosen for a one of a kind vacation sounded like some kind of a joke.Â
â...Ăle Des Idylle?â He scoffs.
âRight. Sounds like a scam.â Without saying another word, Mike tosses the letter over his shoulder and plops himself down onto the couch in his living room. He pulls his hat off his head and places it over his face, closing his eyes, and allows himself to drift off to sleep.Â
He needed it, anyhow.Â
When Mike wakes up a few hours later, the first thing he notices is the unfamiliar ceiling above him. With a hand on the mattress he laid on, Mike couldnât help but to raise a brow in confusion-- wait.Â
Mattress?
Where was he?Â
This didnât look like the glum and dull living room he had grown used to sleeping in. Speaking of that- didnât he fall asleep on his couch? What was he doing on a bed? Where the fuck is he? Mike takes a look at the unfamiliar surroundings, a confused look forming on his face. This didnât look at all like home.
He pushes himself out of the bed he finds himself waking up on, stumbling and running towards the closest window. The first thing Mike sees is the waves lightly crashing against the side of the... building, or whatever heâs in- fuck, he doesnât know! and he takes a few small steps back. He stumbles back, tripping over his own feet, and falls on his back as his head lightly hits the floor below him with a small noise of discomfort leaving his throat.
Shortly after his fall, Mike feels a paper slowly float down onto his face, causing him to startle.
He pulls the paper off his face in clear annoyance, glaring towards the words written on it. Immediately, Mike can tell that this is the letter he had received back at home, but the words staring him in the face only felt like a joke.
alright lets get this started, hello! on prior reserve, here's mike schmidt from the five nights at freddy's series! his app can be found by either adding in /form at the end of the url, or through the links tab on his blog,, thank u sm!!
Wowie Zowie, looks like you might finally be free from those dang mechanical animals! Hopefully at least!
You will be housed in IH-1, a nice place with only one entrance to worry about! Yay!
