I don't give a SCHMIDT.

[Indie Mike Schmidt rp blog, Mike Schmidt is from Five Nights at Freddy's. This will be slightly multimuse.] Your name is Mike Schmidt. You're a disabled man of 19 years, while you'd rather not have this job, you were promised your disability would be of no issue, which it tends to be with other jobs, thankfully it doesn't seem like your whole 'being bound to a wheelchair' thing will be an issue. [Voice headcanon: Cr1tikal.] - Your name is Isaac Douer. You're a rather fit man, fully capable and with little to no disabilities. You're Mike Schmidt's roommate, and admittedly, you worry about him quite a lot. You work at a local bakery to help pay rent at the end of the month.

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200 starters you can use

just a bunch of random starters from various sources (my spotify playlists, books, random commentary, tv shows and such). more under the cut!

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❝You swore that you would always love me.❞

❝I was a fool to ever love you.

❝There’s always a chance that at the next corner you turn, you’ll change your life.❞

❝Hush! He’s/She’s asleep.❞

❝Do you want to build a snowman?❞

❝That’s not my name.❞

❝I was blessed with beauty & rage.❞

❝It’s all for you. Everything I do.❞

❝There is no such thing as Hell. The world we live in is hell enough.❞

❝What the fuck?❞

❝I mean for seventy to eighty-five minutes.❞

❝Oh hell.❞

❝Let’s go party on the rooftop, underneath the sky.❞

❝This is the hour, I swore I’d see.❞

❝I still believe.❞

❝We can send a hazmat team to get your things.❞

❝Why me? What’s your plan?❞

❝I can’t help her/him! No one can!❞

❝Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?❞

❝I’m not here as a friend, I have a job to do.❞

❝I hear your voice in the darkness, but the words aren’t yours.❞

❝Do you trust me?❞

❝Oh… just you?❞

❝Where are your visions now?❞

❝Get out of my way.❞

❝Gather your belongings. And hurry.❞

❝You will not touch him!❞

❝If you want the reason, I will show you now.❞

❝You learn to live without.❞

❝I’m not looking for anyone. I just completed protracted legal process to extricate myself from someone.❞

❝They are not nice, they’re mostly noise.❞

❝They swear like men, they screw like boys.❞

❝It feels like a faithful day, doesn’t it?❞

❝A scene I can’t erase.❞

❝Hi? … Bye?❞

❝But all that I’ve been through, can’t make my dream come true.❞

❝A dream I long to find.❞

❝I will not cry, I will not think.❞

❝If they hurt me, I’ll just close my eyes and see the movie in my mind.❞

❝They kill like men, they die like boys.❞

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        {☠} ❝—’Allo there, Mikey. ‘Tis really pleasant of ye t’ return ‘ere, aye?❞

[mikeschmidts]

    Pleasant wasn't the right word, but he gave a silent nod in reply. 

"I guess you could say so."

    He mumbled in response, ignoring the nickname he received from the pirate. 

    He gnawed absentmindedly at his bottom lip, keeping a rather close eye on the other. He didn't trust him well enough to play a crossword puzzle or something of the like as he spoke to him.

"..Is it pleasant for me or for you?"

   Because he himself wasn't too thrilled to be back here.

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"Why, h-h-h-h-hello there."

[mikeschmidts]

"..."

    Pulling himself up in his chair with his arms, he sat back somewhat comfortably.

    It's not that he wasn't scared, but rather, was somewhat used to these animatronic annoyances. Besides, he had already pulled the mask over his face once he heard her coming.

    So he stared at her as his arms crossed over his chest.

    He moved not a muscle, and spoke not a word.

   Just waiting to see if she'd leave.

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       “…You look really s-s-s-s-spooked, Mikey…”

[mikeschmidts]

    He quietly stared at the other, seeming rather nervous simply at the other talking to him.

"Spooked..? Me? No way."

    He had no bite in his tone, his heart was racing and face was getting hotter by the second.  

    Moving to pull himself up in his chair, he kept his gaze focused on the other, though he was rather silent, biting his lip as he nervously tapped his fingers on his chair.

"...What--what do you want." 

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mikeschmidts

"Hey mister can you tell me where I am?"

[mikeschmidts]

    Mike had been doing his normal rounds of checking the cameras and his door lights, before he froze as he heard the small voice from what seemed to be behind him.

   He slowly turned his head to glance over his shoulder and see who exactly was there, but as he did, he couldn't stop staring.

   How the hell did a kid get in here at 12 am? 

"..Are you lost? How'd you even get in."

     He gave a small click of his tongue, motioning the small child closer.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzazeria. That's where you are. It's not safe here at night, kid." 

    He made sure to ensure he kept an eye on the cameras, doesn't look like anyone's moved yet. But still--this was by no means an area this kid should be running around in.

    He was tempted to ask if the child would like him to walk him to the exit, but..

   Moving around would probably put them in even further danger.

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   ”You’re late. It’s well past closing     and I don’t stay past closing, Mike.”

    There were many reasons for that, but most of all because     he had better things to be doing .  .  . like not being here.  It     wasn’t like he hated the restaurant,  but at night time it was     somewhat disconcerting.

    Better the night guard than him.

[mikeschmidts]

"Sorry."

     He uttered nothing more than that simple reply, clicking his tongue quietly before he raised his gaze up high to meet the other's, from his seat.

"I forgot to set my alarm." 

    He had taken a nap to ensure he wouldn't fall asleep during the job, but he had forgotten to set his alarm and ended up waking up rather late.

     It honestly had been a mistake, in fact, confrontation like this with his boss made him rather..

     Nervous? Nauseous? It was some word like that. But he knew for sure he felt incredibly on edge, just talking to his boss, let alone sitting in front of him to be scolded.