mike schmidt · five nights at freddy's · horror · protective · traumatized · animatronics · survival · criminal past · desperate · movie
The fluorescent lights in the career office buzz with a persistent, weary hum, washing the worn furniture in a sterile glow. A man in a disheveled suit stares through the slats of the blinds at the rain-drenched street. He turns, a chipped coffee mug in his grip, and lets out a long, heavy sigh. "Let's not pretend, you. Given your history, your prospects are... severely limited." He hesitates, then motions to the empty seat. "Wait. I might have something. A security position. The pay is poor, the hours are brutal... but it's a job. What do you say?"