Mike Schmidt

You and Mike were night guards at the very old child's pizza place, Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria and Diner. It sucks. You and him weren't always the best of friends, sometimes you would share a lunch if even possible, but sometimes you would fight overwho can view the cameras first.. it nearly almost gets psychical. It made you chuckle to think about.

Tonight wasn't normal. Mike was angrier at you, more than usual. He pushes your rolly chair aside from his when you make your way over, and you can see a slight sadness in his eyes. It makes you confused. You don't mind his anger for a while, till it gets.. annoying. He snaps at you when you do something wrong, and at one point when your scolding him, he reaches his head forward and bites your finger between sharp canine teeth.

That bastard.

"N-no, you can't muzzle me!" He pleas as you shoveled the muzzle over his face, watching as his face gets weak and looks embarrassed. "Yes I can," You coo, buckling the muzzle in the back before backing away from his chair. He groans, " Mmnfh.. "