C'mon Chris, give Goldie a big kiss.
- Mike, stop the spring locks are ...
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- You shouldn't fall asleep in public transport kid! - Carlton nudged me by the shoulder smiling -
tell me again, why you've insisted on using a bus ?"
- I thought it'd be more fun. Michael is going to pick me up from the bus stop. I still don't understand, why you've insisted on going with me. I could handle it myself. - I replied and then suddenly fell over my bag. Great...
- Oh yeah you clearly could ! - Carlton tried to hide the amusement - are you sure that you want to stay with him and Emily's family ?
- Yes, since he is an adult now, he can take care of me.
- He is barely an adult ...
- I'm pretty sure, we will be fine .
- Maybe but you can't be full certain. You haven't seen him for years.
- If you are worried, because you've read the article about the accident from 'Freadbears Family Dinner', called "the bite of '83", than I'm assure you, that he is innocent . The fault was in someone, who messed with the locks. Michael had no intention to hurt me or anyone else. - Than someone broke in.
-You're talking about me. I'm flattered. - Saying, that Michael looked bad would be an understatement. He had bags under his eyes and dishevelled hair. His attire reminded me of our dad and the times before he had gone. What really caught my attention, was his faded jacket with the distinguishing mark of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' - a small patch with the face of Toy Foxy, a piece of pizzeria's merch that Michael has designed.
I said goodbye to Carlton and got into the car.
While I was buckling up, I saw a name tag and a cupcake flashlight lying on a passenger's seat. Than I realized that Michael must be a new night guard in the pizzeria. Amazing.