Mike's pov

Jeremy. I couldn't get him out of my head. His long brown hair. His soft voice. I had never took to liking someone that fast. When I got home the first thing I did was curl up on the couch. That kid was stuck in my head. Why? Uggg. I probably was going to get no sleep what so ever. I look around the house. Bad idea. As soon as I look around, my OCD kicks in. I had to do something about this wreck of a house. I cleaned the living room before moving on the kitchen. Then the bathroom. Then the bedroom. Then I went downstairs again. I would have to go for the day shift at 7am. Great. But I kinda liked having to go somewhere for once. I threw on some decent clothes and looked at my watch. 6:30. Shit I have to go. I run out the door and down the street. As I run I scan the places I pass. This city was a dump. I was lucky I didn't live in one of the place near the alleyways. Around the alleys was called
"No man's land". It was filled with gangs and thieves and every kind of pickpocket you could imagine. I only ran threw no man's land a few times, because there's some shortcuts. But other than that, I avoid that shit at all costs. I could probably take down everyone in there, that is if they didn't carry guns with them. So I just stay away from there. When I get to Freddy fazbears, Scott is waiting outside the place. He waves. "Hi Mike!" He says happily. Ok this guy MUST have multi personality disorder. What happened to the guy that sounded like an army general?! Ok whatever. "Hey Scott" I wave back. "Welcome to the day shift. I'm surprised you haven't quit. You must really need the money" Scott says with a chuckle. I shake my head. "Nope. Just needed something to do" I explain. Scott stares at me. "Are you insane" he asks blankly.
"Maybe"
"The pay sucks"
"Not like I need a lot of money"
"You get no sleep"
"I don't sleep anyway"
"You might die"
"No one would care anyway"
Scott looks shocked at my last response. "Mike. You can't say that" Scott was looking straight at me. It was making me uncomfortable. "It's true" I say with a shrug. Scott stares at me, his dark brown eyes practically looked into my soul. "... I'll tell you the rules of the day shift." Scott says as he unlocks the doors of the pizzeria. I'm glad he didn't say anything else. When he get inside Scott looks around. "There's someone I want you to meet. He works the day shift too. FRITZ!" Scott yells. "Wait did you just say Fri-" I was interrupted when someone walked in. "What's up?"
No. No way. It couldn't be...
"Fritz?!" I stare in shock at the man standing in front of me.
He stares back. "Mike?! No way!" Fritz walks over to me and gives me a high five. Scott smiles. "I see you to already know each other.". Fritz and I nod. "I've known Mike since high school!" Fritz exclaims. I grin. Fritz hadn't changed a bit. Same crazy orange hair. Same big ass glasses. And still a little chubby. All the simple traits of Fritz. And the same big ass smile, of course. Scott smiles again. "So Fritz, I need you to teach Mike about the day shift. I need to set up the stage." Fritz nods before looking at me. "So you work the night shift too? Wow, talk about getting no sleep!" Fritz says with a chuckle. "I don't sleep anyway" I say blankly. Fritz nods. "Well, looks like I have to tell you about the day shift. This place opens in half an hour. So we have thirty minutes to set everything up. Ok?" Fritz explains. I nod. "Now because we're day shift, we have to watch over the kids. K Mike?" Oh FUCK. I was horrible with kids. And Fritz knew it. "Um... ok" I respond. Fritz smiles before going on. "This place closes at 8pm. We then have an hour to clean everything up. K?" Fritz takes a breath after explaining. He talked fast. I nod. But I would have to talk to Scott about this. No one said ANYTHING about kids...

Time skip brought to you by
Fritz running from mangle!

Oh. My. God. The day shift was evil. EVIL! It had been my first day and all the kids acted like I had been their enemies for years! I also had to save a brat from drowning in the ball pit five times. Scott laughs when he sees me after all the parents and kids leave. "You look like you went through a tornado" he chuckles. "I did" I say as brush pizza crust crumbs off my shirt. "A tornado of kids". Scott burst into laughter. Fritz chuckles. "First day is the worst day." He says in a promising tone. I smirk. "Sure"...