#((even though he technically DOES know that Shaun haunts the Fredbear doll))

[fazbear-security]

“Hey, dad...” Mike braced one hand against the quartzite marker, and eased himself down onto the grass. He didn’t need the crutches as much, anymore, but getting up and down off the ground was still a hassle. “I know it’s been a while since I visited. I’m sorry about that. Things were...busy, to say the least.”

The young man bent over, and started to rummage around in the bag he’d carried up from the car. It wasn’t much - a drink or two from the corner store, a few snacks from home, a blanket and a flashlight for when the sun started to get low, etc. He planned to be here for a while, if he could. Pulling one of the drinks out of the bag, Mike cracked it open, and leaned back on one hand.

“You’re not gonna believe the stuff that’s been happening lately...”

#mun's writing #Mike Schmidt #((a quick little thing for Father's Day)) #((I really wanted to write something short with Mike talking to his dad's gravestone)) #((even though he technically DOES know that Shaun haunts the Fredbear doll)) #((let's headcanon that Mike is tired of having his worldview upended)) #((and is dealing with one supernatural revelation at a time))