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All fnaf belongs to Scott Cawthon
There is strong language and suggestive scenes. You have been warned.
Anyway, here's the story!
The brunette wakes, noticing his boyfriend out of bed.
"Ugh, my sleeping schedule is fucked," he remarks as the clock hits 11:27 PM.
After thoroughly rubbing his eyes, he lazily wiggles out of bed. While mumbling a few swear words, he throws on his job outfit. It wasn't really that impressive. It was a pair of black pants, black button up shirt, and a faded purple tie. Honestly, he never wore the tie. Who was there to watch him? Speaking of watching, Jeremy would get "lonely" some nights. And if someone was watching the office, they would've been fired the two a long time ago.
Mike smirked as he left the bedroom. Ah, there he was. Jeremy was doing something boring as hell, nearly falling back asleep at the kitchen table.
It was now 11:36. He still had a few minutes.
"Hey, Jerry," Mike coos as he starts nuzzling into Jeremy's neck.
Now this woke Jeremy up. "O-oh, Mike? Wh-what time is it?"
"Doesn't matter," Mike stated.
After the two words, Mike began sucking up and down Jeremy's neck. Mmm, now to find his sweet spot.
"Ah, M-mike?" As much as Jeremy protested, he knew he wanted this. "Ah! Th-that hurts!"
Mike breaks from the neck sucking.
Crap… I should've stayed quiet.
It was time to go anyway.
"Gotta go," he whispered before kissing Jeremy before he left.
Jeremy sighed and shook his head after Mike left. "Mike Schmidt, what am I going to do with you?"
Once he got to the dreaded restaurant, he unlocked the front doors.
"Damn furries," he grumbled while nearly kicking the front doors down.
After locking the abused doors back, he walked into the dining room. The pathetic thing is that the party hats have a literal layer of dust on them. Mike always loved this place when he was around, 6 or 7 maybe? Let's just say that it has changed since then.
Just as he began to walk back to the office, the 12 o'clock bell chimed throughout the building.
"I get it, I get it!" He yelled and plopped in the worn out office chair.
He set his feet up on the desk like he owned the place and lazily clicked through the cameras.
"Oh my god…" he complained and poked his head out of the office door. "If you're goin' to come tonight, you better pick up the damn pace!"
The animatronics were still on stage. They usually are here by now. Mike began clicking through the cameras frantically. It was already 2 AM. Something was wrong.
"Hello, hello, Michael."