Mike's pov

I had been doing nothing for two hours. I was going insane. It's strange. I'm not used to wanting to do anything. Probably my fucking ADHD making me lose my mind. I had to do something. But even going outside was a challenge. If my beanie fell off I don't think I could handle the stares without completely losing it. Also people where generally scared of me. When a mother us walking with her kids in the the park and they see me on the other side if the road the kids sometimes scream. No joke. Not only my scars make me scary. I have been told by all my very few friends that I'm made like a tank. I walk every where and always do a thirty minute jog around 4:00am. And at a young age after my head got fucked up I was always working out or running or eating or anything to take my mind off of stress. So I hated going outside because of the stares I got. But if I didn't go outside I was going to punch the wall. Omfg that's it. I go upstairs and throw on clothes to cover up. A blue sweater. Jeans. A dark red beanie. I look in the mirror. Hey. I kinda look normal. Awesome. Wasting no time I run outside to avoid insanity. I decide a walk around town might help a little. Every now and then someone would stare at the scars peaking out that my stupid beanie couldn't cover but other than that everything was normal. That's when I saw it. A help wanted poster outside this place called Freddy fazbears. I had heard about this new one. It had only been open for a couple weeks. When I was a kid I had went to the old one. I know that place had something to do with my brain injury. But I couldn't remember. And my mom and dad or anyone else I know that's saw it won't tell me what had happened. I stare at the poster. Below it was a basket filled with little sheets that had information about the job offerings on them. I grab one and stuff it in my pocket. Why not?...

I'm surprised I'm still writing:-|