<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/C68xWlRrMo4/sddefault_live.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><br/>"... who have been roaming around Redwood National Park have been found after a getting lost 3 months ago. Only two survived that length of time and one died while in the hospital. The remaining survivors claims seeing Big foot and various other my..."<br/><br/>Soft thuds echoed from the kitchen as silver, shining knife clicked against the cutting board, a piece of carrot falling onto the piece before it, looking like the remnants of a domino trail never put back together. Steady hands kept the carrot and knife steady as to not cut it's wet skin. But soon, after reaching the bushy, green top, the man shoved the remaining piece aside, and with the aid of the bade, he scooped up the cut pieces and dumped them into a large crock pot which had been sitting there cooking for numerous hours. It was nearly done, too, which was good news seeing as the guests should be arriving at any moment. <br/><br/>"...A woman was caught saving a cat from being run over by a truck today. Sadly, however the..."<br/><br/>Although there were carrots in the pot already who had been cooking with the large chunk of meat since the beginning, he always added more a the end. He always liked the combination of cooked carrots with more crispy ones. Hopefully his guests did as well. The man, after putting the lid back on the pot, wiped his hands on a towel sitting next to the pot, which were followed by the large knife. He then placed the knife in the sink and headed over to the ovens in the corner. <br/><br/>"...The cat since has been adopted by a family who named the cat after the woman in her honour..." <br/><br/>He opened the door to the oven a few inches, the light inside switching on. The bowl of vegetables simmered in the heat, and the way that the yellow light from the oven made the dish look golden almost made his mouth water. With a smile on his face, he slipped on a oven mit and took the glass bowl out. He had the other mit on the counter to prevent he heat from damaging the counter, so he placed the dish there, watching the steam rise in a aroma filled, white mist. He smelled the air with a loud sniff and almost melted at the scent. But if he wanted it hot, he better cover it until the guests arrive. So opening a drawer nearby, he pulled out a box of tinfoil and covered the top securely before setting it aside. <br/><br/>"... Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria..."<br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The man instantly turned to the radio that was sitting on the shelf. Having worked at Fazbears for most of his working life, he had grown accustom to listening to any news on the place. Especially given Fazbear's previous and widely known history.<br/><br/>"...The child star, showed up with his younger sister to attend her planned birthday party at the Pizzeria. With an interview with him, he proudly stated that he was not concerned with the Pizzeria's past and was simply there to make his sister's birthday one to remember. There was no incidences to report..."<br/><br/>The man visibly relaxed and let out a huff, shaking his head in relief. He was always concerned about the animatronics, as they have been proven dangerous with past incidences. He loved the Pizzeria and all, but they were a bit concerning when all was said and done, and Simon had made a point to know what was going on with them at any given point in time. However, he went back to his cooking, seeing as there was nothing entirely note worthy in the news report. But he did so with a bang, seeing as the smoke alarm started going off. He turned to the remaining dish in the second oven, seeing a rather large cloud spewing from it, misting the entire kitchen in a hazzy fog. He quickly grabbed his oven mit and flung open the door, taking the dish out. The oven continued to smoke though, and as Simon placed the dish down, he quickly looked it over. <br/><br/>It looked completely fine, though. He raised an eyebrow and went over to the oven, which had started to spew heat into the small kitchen. Despite the cloud, which was not dissipating quickly, Simon spotted the issue. Several large clumps of food had fallen onto the bottom of the oven and started to burn. He rolled his eyes. How stupid was that? He made a point to turn off the ovens and open the window over the sink. He also grabbed a stool and reached up to turn off the smoke alarm, seeing as no imminent danger was at hand. He grabbed a spatula to try and scrape off the black crust, but then the door bell rang, startling him again. <br/><br/>He dropped the spatula even, but it didn't stop him entirely. He picked it up and set it on the counter and then rushed out of the kitchen, his feet stomping loudly like a child to get to the door. He zoomed down the hall and almost barreled into the door. But he didn't, than goodness, that would have been silly. He ran a hand through his hair and straightened out his shirt before open the door. <br/><br/>He smiled widely, and with an enthusiastic tone he said,"Hey! I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to show up." He stepped to the side, gesturing with his hand inside,"Come on in, dinner is almost ready! If you want to watch TV or something, the living room is upstairs in front of the stairs." <br/><br/></span></span></span></td></tr></table>