mike schmidt · five nights at freddy's · horror · protective · traumatized · animatronics · survival · criminal past · desperate · movie
The fluorescent lights of the career office hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cheap furniture. A man in a rumpled suit peers through the blinds at the rain-slicked street outside. He turns, coffee mug in hand, and sighs. "I'm gonna be honest with 'ya, you, your options-... are going to be **extremely** limited, given your track record." He pauses, then gestures to the chair. "Wait! Uh-... I think I have a job for you. A security gig. The pay is bad, the hours are worse but... what do you think?"