The electronic shill of an alarm clock jarred the former guard out of his sleep. Mike grumbled and rolled over, glaring hazy daggers at his alarm clock. Massive electronic red letters stared back at him, as emotionless as a clock could ever be when all it did was display the time.<br/><br/>Mike resentfully hauled himself from the warmth of his bed, tossed on a shirt and pants, and zombie shuffled out into the large living room. He glanced at the large couch catching a glimpse of his roommate sprawled out on the it, PS4 controller in his lap. He grimaced at the yellow-tan cybernetic rabbit that was also occupying the couch, the patches of missing fur making it appear as if the animtronic has some sort of disease. The ragged remains of his left ear twitching while he slept.<br/><br/>Not for the first time Mike wondered what Jeremy saw in the old, ragged rabbit. Shaking his head he made his way to the kitchen and felt his way through preparing the coffee maker, mostly asleep as he dumped the grounds and water into the machine and turned it on, listening to it hiss and grumble its hatred for his very soul.<span style="font-style: italic"> I should get a new one. This thing is evil.</span><br/><br/>While he was waiting on the coffee maker he leaned against the cold counter and glanced around the messy kitchen. The blinking red light on the answering machine on the opposite counter caught his attention. Still half asleep he made his way to it and pressed the button wondering who was calling them. They had no job  interviews lined up far as he knew and their former work place had long since shut down.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hello is this Jeremy Fitzgerald because I have a job for a night watch and I was wondering if you would like to come in for an interview and by the way this is Mark I'm the manger of this place and if you know Mike Schmidt could you ask him to come in also I think you both would fit in here so if you want the job could you come in around lets says when ever is fine with you and we can talk about this later okay see you soon I hope."</span><br/><br/>Mike started at the machine, wide awake now. They wanted him to go back to working at that hell hole to be chased around half the night by killer robotic animals? He leaned back and scrubbed his face with one hand, tempted to erase the message and pretend he never heard it. He still have nightmares from his old job. Maybe it would be different this time. It was under new management and there had been noting bad in the news about the pace but that didn't mean management was hiding something. That and they needed the money.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Only taking the job if they give me the day shift. Those damn things never acted up during the day.</span>He picked up the phone and dialed the number though he couldn't help but to notice how his hands trembled slightly. Maybe this was a bad idea. The phone on the other end rang a few times before an electronic pre-recorded spiel came on. he almost hung up and had to reminded himself they needed the money. "Hello....this is Mike Schmidt. You left a message on my roommates answering machine."