Author Note:
Before we start: Yes, there is Self-harming involved…
No sexual Age-play. All fluff and cute. (LATER CHAPTERS)
IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU: Turn back now. TURN BACK NOW! FOR GODS SAKE!
Mike Schmidt, age 23, unlocked The Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria's doors.
The place was still a bit dark, but he can see just fine.
He sighed, tiredly as he made his way to the office.
'He's been here for how many years?' Mike thought to himself
Mike peeked his head into the office and found no one there... except the desk is shuddering.
He walked to the desk and bend down to see, The Night guard, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Age 20.
Mike looked around and crouched in front of the desk, Mike is not impressed.
Jeremy is under the desk holding the flashlight in a death grip, his eyes big and bloodshot with fear; he is still trembling from his job: Watching and guarding the Pizzeria from any Dumb-asses who try to get in to steal, whatever and Surviving Killer Animatronics.
Mike sighed "Jeremy?"
After no response, Mike shook Jeremy with both hands on his shoulders, as Jeremy's body still continued to tremble.
"Hey, snap out of it." Mike said After a few more minutes of shaking, Jeremy came back to his senses, Jeremy blinked. "Mike? What are you doing here?" Jeremy asked as he crawled out from under the desk.
"Your night shift is over, you Idiot." Mike said as he stood up and backed up to give the younger male the space to get out from the desk.
"Thanks Mike, I guess I should get going then!" Jeremy said as he gives a huge grin, the grin..seems forced.
Jeremy grabbed his stuff and his jacket as he walked out of the office; he gave a wave at Mike as he went down the hallway and right out the front doors. He climbed on his bike and peddled home.
Mike looked around the office and saw one of the desk drawers was open, ajar.
Mike sighed and peeked inside thinking it was some boring shit like documents or some shit like that, but he was wrong. "Holy shit..."
Author note: CLIFFF HANGER! Haha! Sorry but I want to know if anyone is into this story.