Fnaf movie rp

[CVPA Operative files: Reddit Cam. Alias: The Gas Mask Man.]
*I go to Mike to wake him up.*
Yo, Mike, get up. I got somethin to tell ya.

Mike: that... is the most accurate thing ive heard all day.

(DAMN JANE JUST GOT ROASTED-)

Well. I strive on accuracy. Unless if it's automatic, then it goes literally everywhere.

Mike: *shrug* Y- *A loud thunk came from the lobby*

What. The f**k. Was that?

Mike: ....Id rather not know.

*I lean further.*

*He jolted awake from his usual dream*

Mike: Wha-

Your aunt tried to use me to trash this place to cost you your job. But she should've background checked me first, cause I ain't doing that.

Mike: f**kin Jane- uh- thanks.

Anytime. I'd say that you have a good friend.

Mike: Yeah- I- *the lights started flickering*

Oh shit, that isn't normal, right?

Mike: No-

I think something is nearby...

Mike: What-

I don't think these lights are flickering from just faulty bulbs...

*He stood and peeked out the security office door*

*I peek as well.*
What exactly was stated on your contract here?

Mike: Uh... Just to keep people out.

Okay, were there any other liability risks listed on it?

Mike: No, just the finicky power.

Something tells me the light isn't from the power.

Mike: I dunno....

Look, I'm a little concerned about this job Mike. It feels like a trap.

Mike: I have to... Jane is an ass.

I know, she's a stuck-up bitch who only wants your younger sister just for her half-off coffee deal at that McDonald's that she often drives her 2012 Chevy Tahoe through like the bitch she is.

MiddovUhhhhh....Mike

*Mimi would immediately start freakin tf out, shaking Mike by the shoulders and hiding behind him in the chair*

(it oki)

*The blades slowly stopped as mike practically fell off the table*

*Mimi tried to pick him up but you know his noodle arms ain’t doing shit lmao he’s 4’11 at the age of 24 weak asf*

“Welp, that should be good. Now uh….when can we leave-?”

*Mike got to his feet and touched part to his forehead where the blades had reached*
Mike: Thanks, Mimi.

“Eef- Sorry about your uh…forehead-“

Mike: Nah its fine-

*He’d thumbs up* “I’m never coming here again after tonight.”

Mike: I agree but-

“Buuut-?” *Mimi had the most “Say Sike right now-“ expression*

Mike: I need money-

“Ohhh- I forgot about that. I thought you were about to say something about me having to stay I was gonna be like HELL NO. HELL. NO.”

Mike: I mean, you might have to pay for my funeral *smirk*

“Ugh- I’m tired of being in that nail salon- I mean- I love it- the boss is super nice but I’m ttttiiirrreeeddd-“ *He’d groan*

*shrug*

“Hm. Well I mean I guess it could be worse, my twin works at a hospital and sometimes they come home COVERED in blood from patients and Y’know- being hurt and stuff.” *It doesn’t work like that lmao Swiss just doesn’t wanna tell him their actual job lol*

Mike: gross- *blood trickled down his face*

“Oh- oop- you got some uh…some stuff, u-up there-“

Mike: I know-

“Can I reach that?” *He’d grab some napkins and try to reach the poor lads head to clean up the scar*

*he crouched down*

*He’d sigh* “I need higher heels so i don’t feel like a child.”

*More screams echoed from the parts and services room*

*He’d run to the parts and service room, ready to pepper spray some animatronics*

*You saw Mike strapped to a metal table, the creepy torture mask above him*

*Mimi would yell from the shelves* “Mike?! Are you okay?”

*He was frantically struggling*
Mike: DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT-!?

“Uh….n-not really-“ *Mimi WAS smart, but the common sense department was severely lacking.*

*The mask was dangerously close to Mike's face*
Mike: sorry just- try and figure out how to turn it off!

“Oh- OH-“ *He’d run over to a bunch of buttons (I forgor how they turned it on and off-) and started pushing random stuff in hopes it’d work*

(Its a little red button near the wrist restraints)

*Mike kept struggling as nothing happened*

(I haven’t watched it since October lol I’m sorry-)

*Mimi would see something else go off and realize this was the wrong console. He’d then run up to the chair and press the button, hoping that didn’t outright kill the poor guy-*

Mike: you wouldn't understand. But stay here, Im gonna check it out.

“Am I bleeding out-?” *He’d take a closer look at his arm* “I mean- I don’t think I am *GASP* wHaT iF iM bLeEdInG oUt?!?”

Mike: your not bleeding out. *he picked up his flashlight* Lock the security room door when I leave.

“Okay, phew.” *Mimi nodded and went to the door*

*Mike walked out and down the hall*

*He’d lock the door and sit down, whistling Flo Rida’s song “Whistle” because HAHAHAHHASHSHHSHAHSHSHSHAHAAHS*

*After almost thirty minutes Mikes terrified screams echoed through the building*

“Hahhahhaahahahah! F**k no! Fuuuuuuuuck nooooo!” *He’d hide in a drawer (yes he’s that short) and try to slow his breathing that is actually insanely fast atp*

*Silence closed in*

“….ohhhhhh nooo, is he dead?” *Mimi scrambled out of the drawer and pull his pepper spray out, extending it in front of him as he exited the office*

*He jolted awake from his usual 'Ar nAuR gArReT iS gOnE' dream*
Mike: W-Wha-? Mimi?

*Mimi would be in the chair with Mike, hiding behind his back,* “The- You- and the-the you the….robots I think that they’re have….moving-“ *I like the idea that Mimi’s English just starts to deteriorate as he panicks more and more*

Mike: Okay, okay. relax. Whats going on? why are you even here?

“Uh- My aunt- She said to mess up the place, a-and then that’s….the things started moving a-and I don’t know why she wouldn’t get Swiss to do this, i hate this place! Even as a kid!”

(have u seen the fnaf movie?)

Mike: ...Things are moving? What is?

(Yeah, I forgot the whole aunt Jane plot for a minute I’m sorry it didn’t register until the third reply lol)

“The- The…animal- things. They’re….they’re just- Moving.” *He’d have a large gash in his arm, cutting through his favorite suit*

(oh its okey, i practically watch it religiously lmao)

Mike: Woah-woah. Okay- *he rummaged around in the desk drawer looking for the first aid shit*

“I got attacked by a cupcake. A f**king cupcake.” *Mimi didn’t cuss all that much, so his usage of the f**k is just showing how absolutely SHOOK this man was*

Mike: *yanks out bandages* A cupcake? What the- whatever. Its fine now.

“A-and hare you- H- …hir- mmm- Fehr. HERE- Here you are just snoozin like these things aren’t moving around! Arnk you supposed to be I don’t know…the nightguard?!”

Mike: Nah, short people are cool. That's why Abby likes you

*Mimi would wrap the cuts up in some gauze and laugh a lil bit at that* (I fell asleep 💀)

(Ive been awake THIS WHOLE TIME)

*he sighed*