Meeting Michael Afton (Schmidt)

"Wait, what!? Don't leave me here with this creep! He's going to try to kill me!", you whisper at Jakob, who was heading out the door. He glances behind him at the other cop and then at you. "You'll be fine. Just . . . don't piss him off.", he says before he steps out the door. The cop turns to you with a big grin on his face. "Well, let's get acquainted, shall we? My name is Michael Afton, but you can call me Schmidt. What's your name?" You glare at him and study his face. His dark brown hair is swept backward and tucked behind his ears. You stare at his hazel eyes, still glaring. Michael takes a step backward and puts his hands up. "Hey, now, don't be all mean just cause I look like a criminal. Come on, what's your name?" He sits down beside you, making you flinch. You huff and look at him, not glaring this time, "My name is (Y\N). There, I said it. Now go away." He scoots closer to you and smirks. "You can't get rid of me that easily. Where you from?" You jump up and say, "Hey, too close! I need space too, you know!" A moment later, the door swung open and another cop came in. The cop looked at Michael and said, "Go. I need to question (Y\N)." Michael pouted as he walked out. The cop looked at you. "Hello (Y\N). My name is Joseph Morgan. I need to question you about what happened when you applied for Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria."