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Chapter 20) here we go again

A\N; the video above is just there, because it is. sorry i just really thought fnaf + Dan and Phil would be a good combination. it isn't oops !
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Normal Pov

Mike had signed some papers as well. Giving him permission to leave. The window was still fully opened, leaving wind and rain to fill up the room. The rain continued pouring hard outside.

Meanwhile, inside the hospital room Aimee helped pull Mike off the bed. As it seemed he'd been exhausted. It also seemed quite noticeable to Aimee the scars on his forehead and the burns on his arms.

Mike picked up the bouquet, and Aimee held the balloons on her left arm.
The two of them were thinking the same thing, and struck them how and why Freddy's was even a thing.
Whoever thought that animatronics and kids was a good idea, should probably go to hell. Although the entire thing would probably make a good video game.

They pushed those thoughts outside for now, and saved it. Maybe for later.

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About an hour later, the two of them arrived at Mike's house. It had been raining quite hard. Thunder and all. Everything was settled. At least it seemed like it. Mike and Aimee were out of a job. They hadn't been called by anyone, not Gracie, neither by any of there friends. Not even by their own manager. It was kind of weird. Aimee sat on Mike's couch scrolling through different channels on the tv. She wasn't very mindful by the idea of losing her job.

Aimee's eyes widened in surprised. "Mike. Hey, you might want to take a look at this." Aimee stopped at the news channel. Mike turned to look at the tv.

They both listened to what it had to say. The headline was,"Fazbears Fright burned to the Ground."

No one knows as to how this entire building that'd been used for kid-friendly entertainment, had been burnt down. And the reason behind it, has been puzzling to figure out. It is to be figured out by the police department.

Aimee and Mike exchanged glanced.
They felt guilty. But, the words used to describe this incident, weren't exactly accurate. Kid-friendly? Entertainment?
The only entertainment that came out of that place was the animatronics when they came out to kill.

And even then it still wasn't exactly fun. Mike sighed.

The news reporter, held a mic and stated, "It's not exactly the best thing."

"But, it's not exactly the worst." Aimee murmured under her breath, she pulled a strand her hair back. She could hear unsteady breathing coming from Mike.
Aimee changed the channel, she was feeling uneasy as well, choosing to ignore it; she turned over to Mike.
The television now showing commercials for different products, that almost everyone found annoying and overpriced. "Are you okay?" Aimee asked already knowing the answer.

"It's just something wrong." Mike said.
Aimee glared at Mike, making him feel a bit strange. "Can you ring Gracie?" Mike asked. Aimee pulled out her cellphone and with no questions asked proceeded to scroll through her phone in search for Gracie's number.
"What do you want me to say to her?" She asked in confusion.

"Tell her to meet me here, at my place. Sometime between today and tomorrow." Aimee nodded, still thinking Mike was acting oddly strange. Why he needed Gracie, right here, right now.
Their call would've been rough, considering Gracie wasn't very happy with Aimee at the moment. It was troubling. But, Aimee figured that it wouldn't last too long.
The thing was Mike actually needed answers, and Gracie had them.
The fact that there were way too many unexplainable things to be solved. And they all knew the answer. But, not the question.

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Aimee who had invited Gracie over to Mike's house was confused, but she knew something was up too. She was way too curious, wanting to ask Mike what was up. She knew that he'd known Gracie longer, but he hasn't been very fond of her. So, why now. Nothing really added up.

It was about an hour later, that Aimee had to leave. The rain had finally calmed down enough for Aimee to go. Mike's expression changed from worried to slightly less of that. It was the middle of the night now. There was nothing left of anybody anymore. Mike awaited a call from somebody anybody.
Feeling quite lonely, he didn't really know what to do next. And what was left of him. I mean he's worked for Freddy's Pizzeria for as long as he could remember.
Maybe it wasn't the best time for thinking, but he couldn't really help it. The establishment which started as Fredbear's Family Diner, has now resulted as a Horror Attraction which is now in ashes.
He couldn't help but think, here we go again. Starting without a job and ending without one.

Mike really wasn't in the mood for feeling down about himself. He simply decided to head to bed, it was the only way to forget.
Or take a break at the most. After all it's been so long since he's had a decent sleep. Mike changed into clothing that seemed more tolerable to sleep in.

Mike went into his room, which was really cold. It was strange, considering the air conditioner wasn't on, neither was a fan. But, he didn't really care much for it. After all he had better things to worry about. He sat in bed, overthinking. Then, laid down facing his side; covering himself from head to toe with his sheets
"Mike."

Mike shut his eyes.

"Hello."

He felt discomfort all of a sudden. He had the urge to remove the sheets from over the head, and just look over to see who was talking to him.

"It's fine."
Mike decided it was for the best, and sat up straight in bed. "What the hell do you want?"
Faith looked at Mike teary eyed, and scared. Mike felt a bit guilty, but again he wasn't in a good mood. He was tired. Mike couldn't help but think to himself, 'Faith why now?'

Faith immediately responded. It was like she could read minds. "I wanted to catch up." Faith smiled, her black silhouette sitting in front of Mike's bed, her legs crossed.
"On what?"

"Gracie." Mike's mind went blank. He didn't exactly know how to respond, as Faith really hadn't been too curious about her before.
"She's okay, I guess." Mike began. "She's doing well considering her business went down in flames."

"First of all, it's not her business and Second of all, why'd you invite her over?" Mike was confused for a few seconds, and his mind then struck.
"To talk." Mike was too exhausted to speak in full sentences.

"You have 1 more chance." Faith stated subtly, staring into Mike's eyes. He felt uncomfortable. "For what?" Faith didn't choose to answer.

"Anyways, what're you and Gracie going to talk about?"

"About you."

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A\N; this chapter is the only chapter that isn't named after 1 word. Interesting.

also, I'm in a very good mood, because I'm out of writers block, and everything is now going uphill.

oml i'm still physically exhausted af