-So I finally managed to get MS word, and despite not really getting any feedback or reason to continue this is very much bugging me, so I shall continue. Again for a few more chapters the story will focus more on Jeremy than Mike, but anyways enjoy the chapter!-
Chapter 4:
Jeremy glanced at his watch again, then looked up at the sun which had now emerged entirely from the horizon. He heard the sound of a spluttering engine and turned to face the parking lot where De Mesa's car could be seen parking in the staff allocated space. De Mesa stepped out and shot a smile at Jeremy who in return shot a frown. "Mr. De Mesa, may we have a word? It's about my job."
"Sure kid." He nodded and stepped into the building and round the corner into the office. Jeremy teetered in and out of the doorway, last night's events having traumatized him to the point where he didn't want to re-enter the building. However he reluctantly and cautiously tip-toed into De Mesa's office. His boss looked at him with slight concern, especially when he sat down and De Mesa noticed the stress almost as though it was a mask that Jeremy was wearing. "Jeremy kid, are you okay?" He leaned over the desk and inspected the aftermath of Jeremy's terrifying and life threatening six hours. Jeremy laughed in a manner that definitely damaged and intensified the aura of the office, now becoming hotter as the sun burst through the window. "No sir, I am not. I came insanely close to death last night… and I would like to resign today. This job isn't worth it."
De Mesa stood up and looked out of the window, realizing the game was up and he had to tell Jeremy just what pressure the business was under. "Look kid, those robots were very expensive and we aren't about to"-
Jeremy stood up suddenly and shot a look of sheer disappointment at the man. "So you're gonna risk lives just because you don't want a few hundred buck bills to go up in smoke? Is that it?" De Mesa paused again and sighed, shaking his head. "Jeremy, we reported all of this already to the cops and the feds, but they won't take us seriously, threatened to cut our tax rebates if we didn't stop joking." He sighed. "And we need you to just trust us on this… both me and corporate. Y'see we really need someone to stay and keep them from causing damage off premises… trust me they would only need an hour to lay waste to the entire southwest. Daryll agreed to do it as long as was necessary but… I knew him well, he wasn't a very strong willed man." Jeremy caught a glimpse of concern in De Mesa's eyes not only for his business but for everyone inside and out of the establishment. He approached De Mesa and put one hand on the man's shoulder. "Okay… I'll do it, just give me a firearm so"- De Mesa jolted up and waved his hands around frantically. "Corporate'll kill me if they get damaged! Please don't shoot them unless it's absolutely necessary." Jeremy looked at him as if he was lying, but then realized if he cared about the animatronics escaping that much, he cared for Jeremy's life as well as everyone else. Jeremy nodded again "Okay sir, you can count on me."
De Mesa hugged the young man which startled Jeremy, pushing him away and smiling. "Well I'm going to get home, goodbye boss."
"God bless you son." De Mesa called back before taking his seat and picking up the phone, he knew just who to dial to plot an action plan. He punched the buttons and held the receiver to his head. "Hello Clinton residence, Tony speaking." De Mesa sighed in relief that Tony was up this early.
"Tony you've worked with this company right from the beginning, and we need you more than ever…"
Jeremy flagged down the bus and fumbled around for his wallet, paying the fare and collecting his ticket before taking a seat right at the back. "I've gotta go talk with Mike first."(A/N oh italics how I missed you!) He thought to himself. He stared out of the window in the direction of the sun, out into the desert and merely contemplated just how close he had come to death that night. The rabbit walking around the office whilst he lay there watching through those pinpricks of eyeholes; that scene playing over and over again in his mind sent eerie chills straight through his body. He lost all track of time up until the bus past Mike's house before slowing. Jeremy jumped up and walked at fast pace out of the bus, across the road and up to Mike's front door. He knocked 3 times before waiting patiently and glancing around the garden whilst he did so. Mike answered the door.
"Oh hey Jem, how you doing?" Jeremy shot Mike a look to know that something was going down and spoke loud and quick, tongue nearly stuttering into itself and preventing speech. "Mike seriously get upstairs I'll be there now it's really important I need to make sure I can trust you with this knowledge can I trust you?" Mike just stared, jaw wide open in shock. He had never seen, nor expected to see Jeremy in such a state. "Sure man, come in." Mike shut and bolted the door behind him and they stomped up the stairs and into Mike's bedroom, Mike shutting the door as Jeremy tripped up and fell face first into Mike's rucksack.
"Okay Mike, prepare for a hell of a story. So I showed up on time for that job at the pizza place…" Jeremy explained the whole of the previous night's events vividly and in disturbing detail, as though watching them on playback. Mike at first laughed and didn't believe him, but slowly as the story progressed and the descriptions became more intense, his smile faded.
"… so yeah, I've now got myself stuck there." Jeremy inhaled deeply having taken virtually no breaths during his story. Mike still just glared at him, unsure of how to react. After about two minutes that had dragged on indefinitely, Mike spoke. "So… you're sure that you weren't asleep?" Jeremy laughed uneasily. "If I was asleep then I'm still dreaming buddy." Mike shook his head again to display the already apparent disbelief he held. Jeremy stood up. "Anyway man, I have to go get some sleep." Mike stood up with him and patted him on the back, wishing him luck before Jeremy left the house and made his way back over to the bus stop. All the while from him standing at the bus stop to riding the bus to sitting on the couch to falling asleep he kept reminding himself just how important it was that he kept his cool and made no mistakes from here on out.
"Not easy having the fate of the entire southwest on your shoulders…" he thought to himself as he drifted off into a slumber, which grew into a heavy sleep.
~Jeremy found himself unable to move, stuck to a red seat similar to those found in a burger king. He looked up and around at the people and the location. The location was a diner which closely resembled café 55, littered with posters of the same teddy bear over and over wherever he turned; the mascot of Freddy's pizzeria. He began to examine the clothes on the people in the diner. They were old, very easily the sort of thing his parents would wear as well as anyone who spent their heyday living in the 60's would have. He tried to speak to one of them but his mouth was tied shut by an invisible force. "Oh it's gotta be a dream" he thought to himself. He turned around and did his best to jump back seeing a man in a bear costume entertaining children and serving them cake. The man was putting on a cheesy cartoony voice which made Jeremy cringe and laugh… well at least try to. He then turned to the door of the establishment to see a young boy, no older than five banging on the door desperately trying to get somebody's attention. Jeremy waved his arms and made grunting noises but nobody could see or hear him. Nor could they see or hear the blonde haired child banging on the door as two streams of tears poured down his face, Jeremy was now transfixed on this boy, blocking out all other sounds and sights. He watched on in horror as a figure in a black leather trench-coat and fedora tipped over his face walked up behind the boy. The boy pressed his back to the glass as the man grinned in a manner that even made Jeremy attempt to scream and run. The figure proceeded to withdraw a flip knife from his pocket, and stab the child 3 times before climbing into an old car and driving away as fast as he could. Jeremy sat there crying as the boy did too, the tears and blood merging into a lake of diluted red coloring on the doorstep.
The last thing Jeremy could remember, as clear as the sun at midday, was the boy closing his eyes as two rivers of tears, turned purple by the colour of his skin, gushed down his face and merged with the blood.
-DUN DUN DUUUUN! If you can figure out where the dream took place, which I guarantee all of you can, then hats off to you. Thanks for reading and be sure to favorite for more of Jeremy and Mike and the buildup to the events of the first, classic game. -