this is a very lengthy chapter since it has the slow build here. forgive me if you hate reading long ass paragraphs LMAO
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PRIZE COUNTER GIRL ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＴＷＯ " THE NEW GIRL"
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"Michael, goddamnit. Are you in the supply closet?"
Out of sheer panic and the haste scorching his nerves, Michael swiftly opens the door and scurries out the prize counter, the metal of his belt clinking as he adjusted it. It was too late before he could button up his uniform when William Afton appeared nearby the corner and startled him.
"Holy fuck," Michael breathed out. "I— Apologies, father. There was. . . an issue with the lighting in the closet."
William frowned, mouth shifting awkwardly to the right in skepticism. "And you fixed it just now?"
"Just now." Michael reaches for the pack of bubblegum in his pocket and slips a piece in his mouth. He's always had this habit of excessively chewing gum ever since he was multitasking under stress during his previous night shifts.
