So, this is probably not going to last too long. I've been working on other stories and this one is kind of a means for me to relax about the other stories I'm doing. So enjoy!

"Mikemikemikemike! Where are you?!" Jeremy constantly scrolled through the cameras, he held he monitor in his hands so tightly that it would probably crack under pressure. "Mike?!" He jumped and yelped as a face was standing in front of the prize corner camera with an unamused stare. "Christ... Kid listen, I can hear you blabbering your mouth so shut up, alright?" The older man growled and rolled his eyes. "Just keep an eye out for any of the goons that try to get me while I'm out here."

Mike Schmidt simply rolled his eyes and turned his back to the camera and cursed. "Holy-!" The man saw a present in the corner, the lid was lifted up slightly and swaying to the soft music as it began to end and the lid was slowly lifting up. In the shadow he could make out two white glowing pupils illuminate the white face with red accents and purple streaks going down from its eyes.

Mike threw himself over the counter, grabbing the music box and began to rewind it quickly and held his breath as the music reset and began going again.

He poked his head up over the counter to see the Puppet had gone back down into its box. He was hyperventilating into his mic and tried to take deep breaths.

Jeremy just stared at the screen. "Mike? You okay?" The young man was met was a flurry of swears and winced at the elders tone.

"Does it look like I'm freaking fine?! I was almost dead meat!" He shouted then quickly covered his mouth, remembering the other animatronics were walking around. "Crud..."

Jeremy just listened to Mike curse as he ran through the building. The younger man scrolled through the cameras, watching the positions of the animatronics. Especially of Chica and Bonnie; the two would wander close to the office then after a while back off and watch him from the hall.

Mike was running towards the security guard office, pointing his flashlight to the sides in case one of those beasts decided to get him. What he didn't see was the patch of golden fur in front of him, glinting with the red taint of blood.

The man yelped in surprise as he stumbled forward and ran into a wall of fluff. He froze, awaiting his death, when it didn't come he glanced up and figured- he was going to die so why not glaring his certain demise in the eyes. "Well?What are you waiting for?!" -

He was shouting at thin air and blinked, looking around and picked up the flashlight. Mike huffed and narrowed his eyes. "Coward..." He muttered before he began his sprinting down the hall as- somewhere else in the building, a cup clattered nosily on the ground.

Jeremy was still seated at his desk with a grimace on his face. He reached for his mug on the counter but his fingers barely brushed the handle yet knocked it on the ground. He recoiled and winced, drawing his hand away from the counter slowly and gazed down at the shattered mug and what was left of the cold coffee.

He stared at the coffee for a while, not really having a reason.

Clang...clang... BANG.

"Crud!" A voice from the air vent echoed into the office, making the young man swipe a Freddy Fazbear mask over his head and turned towards the vent.

Instead of one of the animatronics crawling out to get at him. The former night guard, Mike pulled himself through the vent and huffed, looking up at the younger.

Jeremy was breathing heavily through the mask, not because it was hard to get air circulating but because of anxiety build up only to have his... Friend-companion be there instead of a crazed robot.

He threw the mask off and panted, holding his head and leaned over the desk.

The older guard glanced over at him and made his way over. "Hey kid, you alright?" Just as Jeremy was about to respond and shrug it off, the elder cried out in pain.

"What the-" Mike backed away as pain erupted his foot and turned his gaze down to the coffee spilt, shattered mug on the ground. His arrogance quickly cancelled out his concern for Jeremy as he swore at him. "Always a mess up, aren't you?"

Mike watched as the boy flinched back at his harsh words before leaning over in his chair and continued to search the cameras.

He looked away and grabbed a first aid kit hanging behind him and opened it with haste. Taking off his shoe and sock, he crossed his bleeding foot over his leg to get a better look at it.

Jeremy glanced back just in time to see him pull out the long shard of broken mug, causing the wound to open and bleed more, and the other guard to mutter under his breath. He felt light headed and turned away, shaking his head. 'I wonder how he deals with kids' He thought to himself and continued to do just his job as Mike wrapped his foot with gauze and padding.

"If you get light stomached over just a piece of porcelain, you'd probably want to quit, I've seen some messed up things before." He heard the older man grumble to him. Jeremy didn't respond, he simply kept quiet until a few moments later, he jumped as the alarm went off to signal 6am. He gave a yawn and sighed, standing up. It had been a relatively quiet night near the last two hours surprisingly.

Jeremy glanced back as he was about to go out the back door, and saw Mike still sitting in his chair, asleep with his security hat tipped over his eyes. His foot sprawled out on a small desk.

He have a slight smile before walking out into the still quiet morning that was just about to have light stretch into the sky.

He would probably deal with the same stuff that happened every night next time... Unfortunately...