Jeremy's POV

I put the Fazbear mask on my head. "Make it go away!" I screamed. "Quit acting like a baby, Jeremy!" Mike said as he slipped under the desk. "What are we supposed to do?" Mike whispered. Before I could answer, we heard a voice. "Hey, is anyone in here?" Mike lifted his head up, and I took off the mask.
The toy bunny stood in the hall, staring at us. Mike threw the fan at it. "Hey!" It yelled. "W-What do you want?" I said. It took out a pizza. "I just wanted to welcome you guys." Mike stood up. "That's poisoned." He said. "What? No it isn't." The toy replied. "Yes it is." Mike said again. The toy rolled its eyes. "Look, I just wanted to say hi." I stood up as well. "But... What about the murders here?" I asked. The toy smiled. "Oh, I don't want to hurt anyone..." But its smile faded away. "But when it turns twelve, I'm not the one in charge..." It shut its eyes and opened them, but they were black. I screamed. "Get yourself together, Jeremy!" Mike said. We both turned and it was gone. "What just happened?" I asked. "No idea." Mike replied.
I threw my head on the desk. "I can't do this! I'll never be able to see my wife again if i'm stuck in a suit!" I said. "Yeah... But I-WHAT YOUR WIFE?!" Mike turned to me. I raised my head up. "Yeah..." Mike threw his hands in the air. "How are you married and not me!? I'm the hot one here!" I stood up. "What?!" I yelled. Mike put his hand on his face. "Okay, this isn't the time for this. Lets just get through the night and talk about this later." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like I started it." Mike smiled. "Yup. 'Cause ya did." I sat down and started looking at the cameras.
I looked to the clock. "Only two more hours, Mike." I said. Mike nodded. "That's good at least." He sat down. "So what was that bunny saying... About not being in control or something?" I asked. Mike shrugged. "I dunno."
"Hello?"
I turned to Mike. "What was that?" I asked. Mike picked up the flashlight and I looked up. Mike fell back in his chair and so did I. Mike turned to me, his eyes widened. "Why is that chubby kid in our office!?" I shook my head. "How should I know?!" We both sat up and looked across the room. A young face stared back at us smiling. Mike stood up. "Hey! Get out of my office!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Mike threw his hands up. "Why are you laughing? There's a no laughing policy!" I stood up. "There is?" Mike put his hand on his face. "Never mind that. Just help me get the fat kid out of our office." I nodded. "Alright."