Hey there everyone! If anyone has read my past FNAF stuff, then welcome back. If not, then welcome to the story. Now this is a bit different than the normal stories I write, as it follows the games human characters in the game. However, this is an AU but Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria will exist, but no purple guy or dead children. There will, however, be some violence and stuff so just a warning. Just to clarify who everyone is, I'm going to give a brief run through of characters and then we can move onto the story.
Mike Schmidt - FNAF 1 Security Guard
Jeremy Fitzgerald - FNAF 2 Security Guard
Fritz Smith - FNAF 2 Security Guard Extra Night
Kevin Rodney - FNAF 3 Security Guard (I believe this was a fan made name)
Vincent - Purple Guy
Scott - Phone Guy
Alright, so now that that's done, on with the chapter.
'Morning already huh? I'm so sick of this already...' Mike pulled himself out of bed, stripping in order to get into his clothes for the day. He yanked on a pair of simple blue jeans and a blue button up shirt. Then he grabbed his black jacket, zipping it up and grabbing his bag as he slipped on his sneakers. He paused at his bedroom door before exiting, locking it behind him before all but running down the stairs. He swung by the kitchen to grab his keys and then slipped from the house, breathing out when he was outside. His breath fogged the air before him, and he ran a hand through his dark hair before heading off for school. 'I wonder what this school will be like?' He thought, looking up at the sky. 'It can be worse than anywhere else...' He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and continuing on his way.
When he reached the school gates he stopped, staring at the building before him. He blinked, blue eyes surveying every little thing before him. 'Well...I guess this place doesn't look too bad. Who knows...might even be sort of enjoyable.' He snorted to himself at the last thought. School? Enjoyable? Right. He shook his head and started walking towards the main steps. 'Guess I'll find the advisers first. Better figure out my schedule and where everything is.'
He nearly made it to the door when someone cut him off, a smile on their face. "You must be Mike right?" Mike blinked, shifting his bag.
"Uh, yeah," he replied, "Who are you?" The teen chuckled, smirking.
"Name's Scott," he said, "I'm here to show you around." Mike took a moment to look him over. His hair was jet black, slightly longer than Mike's own. His eyes were a warm brown color, framed by green framed glasses. All in all, he looked like a fairly good guy from what Mike could see. He nodded.
"Alright then," he said and Scott turned away.
"Follow me Mike. And welcome to Westwood High."
"Whatcha looking at Jeremy?" The blonde looked up, seeing his friend leaning over him. The taller blonde smirked, looking back to where the smaller was looking a few moments ago. "Ah, the new kid huh? You got a thing for him or something?" Jeremy flushed, looking away from the other. His blue eyes trailed back to the boy standing with Scott. Yet his friend nudged him again, violet-blue eyes glittering. "Aw~ our little Jeremy has a crush doesn't he."
"K-Kevin!" Jeremy squeaked, burying his face into his hands.
"Kevin, are you bugging Jeremy again?" The taller blonde turned, wrapping an arm around the redhead that approached. He bent down, pecking the boy's cheek.
"You both know I'm teasing Fritz," Kevin replied, "besides, it's a bit strange to see our little Jeremy look at anyone with that level of interest." Fritz rolled his emerald eyes, adjusting his red framed glasses.
"I'm not looking at anyone like anything!" Jeremy protested, "I just...I dunno. He seems...different."
"Good Job Jere," Kevin replied. The little blonde shook his head and stood, still blushing.
"That's not what I mean," he said softly, standing and grabbing his bag, "We should get to class."
"Right, right," Kevin said with a nod, waving as he walked away with Fritz in tow. Jeremy watched them and turned back, looking at where Scott was still standing with the new boy. The teen looked almost bored with Scott, eyes drifting to everything but the male before him.
'He looks so...sad almost,' Jeremy thought, staring. He shuffled his feet, looking down. 'I wish I could get to know him...'
"Jeremy!" His head shot up and he saw Scott waving him over.
'Woah!' His mind yelled, 'I didn't mean I wanted to get to know him right this second!' Yet he still hurried over, head down as he hovered beside Scott. 'What does he want with me?'
"So this is my friend Jeremy," Scott said, "Jeremy, this is Mike."
"H-hi," he stammered, glancing up. Guarded blue eyes meet his own.
"Hey," comes the reply and Jeremy flushed more. Something about that smooth tenor voice made him shift awkwardly. Mike seemed like someone forbidden to him. Like he had no right to stand near him like this.
"So Mike," Scott continued, "You have your first class with Jeremy here. Jeremy, I trust you'll make Mike feel welcome."
"Wait!" he squeaked as the dark haired male began to leave, "Why are you leaving me with him!" Mike's eyes narrowed and Jeremy internally winced. 'Stupid! Stupid Jeremy! What was I thinking.'
"You have the same classes until lunch," Scott explained, "And then Kevin will take over after that. Okay?"
"O-okay," he said, deflating as Scott left for class. He glanced at Mike, biting his lip. "So uh...you have art first too?" Mike scoffed, looking away.
"Look kid," the teen said, "clearly you aren't thrilled about this so I'll just find my own way to class." He started to leave but something in Jeremy snapped. He reached out, grabbing Mike's arm. The teen glared at him.
"I-I didn't mean it like that..." he said softly, "I'm just...I'm not good with new people." Mike relaxed but looked away.
"Whatever," he mumbled, "let's just go." Jeremy blinked and released Mike's arm, scurrying off down the hallway with the other boy behind him.
'Okay,' Jeremy thought to himself, 'Just don't do something stupid and it'll be fine. For now, let's just get to class.'
Mike watched silently as the blonde before him hurried through the hall towards class. 'He's a bit...well innocent is the word I guess.' He watched Jeremy with a guarded curiosity. Something about this boy calmed him, made him feel at ease. And when he turned to give that small smile Mike found himself wondering how such a kid existed.
"We're here," Jeremy said softly, "C-come on." Mike nodded and followed him in. Eyes turned to stare at them, but most turned away again. Mike scanned the room, locating the teacher and shifting his bag. "Um..." came Jeremy's tiny voice. He looked down, two pairs of blues meeting. "You can...you can sit with me when you're done, uh...if you want to..." He gave a sly smiled.
"I think I'll take you up on your offer kid," Mike said. Jeremy gave him a shocked look before smiling and wandering off to find a table. Mike chuckled to himself. 'He's sweet.'
He talked to the teacher who gave him the needed materials. He listened on in boredom, not in the mood but not about to argue. When the teacher finished he turned away, scanning for Jeremy. The little blonde was sitting at a back table, silently drawing despite the fact that five other boys were crowded around him. It could have been fine, but something about the look on his face told the dark haired teen that it wasn't. He steeled his gaze and walked over, grabbing one of the boy's hands as he reached for Jeremy. "Move," he said slowly, "You're all being pests." Jeremy looked at him, but said nothing.
"Or what?" One of the boys hissed. Mike shifted his glare to him, and the boy backed off. He let go of the boy in his grip.
"I suggest you get lost," he stated, tone frigid, "or else things won't end well for you." The boys shot him looks but left. Mike rolled his eyes and sat, dropping his bag to the floor and setting his things for class on the table.
"Um..." Jeremy began, shifting, "t-thanks..."
"No problem," Mike said before grabbing his stuff and getting to work.
So yeah...how was that? I always get so nervous posting new stories. Haha oh well. So anywhere, here you all go. I'm off to do other stories. Bye bye for now. See you next time!