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Chapter 8

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Mike's POV

Jeremy and I had a great night.

We just went out to eat. Came back to my place...it was kinda fun, to be honest. I haven't seen Jeremy so happy in a long time! Hell, I've never seen him that happy! There was only one thing that caught me off guard...that was when I was given the biggest hug from Jeremy.

I hesitated before hugging back.

I sighed as I changed out of my dress clothes and into my uniform. I can't believe it! The fifth and final night!

I drove to the pizzeria and hurriedly rushed inside. 11:58 was what the clock said. I quickly sat down and checked through the cameras.

"Oh boy...this is it. I can make it. I can make it. Even Pirates Coves not that bad. I don't even need to check him that often if he resets. That's not even the biggest issue!"

*RIIIINNNGGGG*

"...You're dead...!"

*RIIIINNNGGGG*

"You're dead, man!"

*RIIIINNNGGGG*

"You're SO dead."

*RIIIINNNGGGG*

The "du du dum dum" played. "Shut up-" The phone picked up but all I heard was static before a distorted, demonic voice began to speak. "EUGHH!" It was fucking creepy! Sounds were distorting it even more! That poor guy probably didn't even know what was coming to him! The phone hung up.

"What the hell was that?" I cried out exaggerating a bit. I then got back into the swing of things. "Okay. So I can be a little bit more conservative about checking...especially Pirates Cove because he'll reset...if I catch him in time not to kill me. All I need to do is check in periodically...and I'll be FINE!"

"I'll be fine. I'm gonna be totally fine. Cause I'm calm and collected. I am literally sweating right now."

I flipped through the cameras getting minor spooks here and there. The cameras went out so I panicked over nothing.

1 am.

The "du du dum dum" played. I decided to sing back. "Du du dum dum, fuck you." Bonnie appeared at my door. "Du du dum dum, go away!" I slammed it down. "I don't have any candy for you mister trick-or-treater."

I flipped through checking on Pirates Cove. "I...am gonna be just fine. I'm gonna be FINE...cause I know the rules." I reopened my door. "I know how to play the game. I understand now..."

Not a lot of commotion.

"Doin okay. I'm okay. Doin okay. I got the rules pretty much down pat." Bonnie... "OH-Kay!" I slammed the door down. "Don't think much can surprise me now!" Chica was outside my door. "Okay, hi! What are you doin over there?" I Checked behind the left door to see if Bonnie had left. "Still there." I checked the right door. "Waitin on YOU now." I checked back to Chica. "Oh wait, yo-okay you're not there anymore." Never mind. "Oh, you are there! You're just Mr. Quack Attack..." It's head was distorting like Bonnie's was. So I mocked what they were doing. Bonnie must have left.

Chica popped up with that stupid look on it's face. "Okay, you're there! Hi friend! HIIIYYY! It's good to see ya again! Hope I see ya in hell..."

2 am.

I checked on Foxy and he hadn't left yet. Must be shy tonight. "...He's still there but I'm doing okay!" Referring to Chica.

"I think I actually got this..."

Chica was still there! "God dammit, go AWAY! Go away, you ducky bastard you didn't bother me any other time why're you botherin me now?" The duck thing was draining my power from keeping the door closed. "Ugh, he's such an asshole! Duck! Go away! I don't wanna PLAY today!"

The hallucinations popped up. "OH!" I panicked a little.

3 am.

"I'm so dead." 42 percent power. "I'm gonna run out of power at this point if you don't go-" I lifted the door. "Okay, he's gone. Thank. Goodness. Gra-OH GOD!" Freddy was outside my door; Bonnie in the hall opposite to him. "OH, FUZZY!" I shut the door. "I gotta keep the door down now cause Fuzzy's gonna come by? HU, YOU SON OF A BITCH..."

Foxy wasn't out yet. But Freddy wouldn't fUCKING LEAVE! "God dammit! What's with my right door today?! God I'm gonna run out of power it's at 33 percent and it's only 3 am. I am fubbernucked!"

4 am.

"OH good I can lift the door!" I was happy that Freddy was finally gon-FUCK! "OH GOD I GOTTA CLOSE THE DOOR!"

I gritted my teeth. "I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it this time." Just as I said that Chica popped up at the right window. "Ohkay maybe not." Freddy was now at my right door while Foxy was ready to sprint towards the office. "I might maybe die from Pirate Cove Joe."

They kept cornering me in the office. "Dammit dammit, come ooon...! OOOH Why you gotta be like this?!"

5 am.

"Fuck, God damn you...!" My heart was racing. "Damn you to hell!"

3 percent. "Just a little longer, come ooonnnn. Dammit dammit dammit!" I turned the lights off outside the doors when the power gauge was at 1 percent. I did a final run through of the cameras. "God dammit...eughhhhHHH!" 0 percent. The power went out. "OH come on, come on, just long enough, oh JUST LONG ENOUGH! Do your jingle jangle you bitch! Counting down the seconds!" My eyes scanned the office as my heart was about to beat out of my chest. "OH god dammit...oh, God DAMMIT-"

Freddys jingle began as he popped up at the door. "Ohkay, alright. You started the dodododododo. He started dodododododo! COME ON TURN OVER! TURN OVERRR! OHH I'M SO DEAD! COME OOONNN! COMEONNN! OOhhh-" The music stopped.

My heart fell.

I'm dead.

"OH, FUCK! Fuck!" I placed my head in my hands. "Oh..."

*DING DONG DING DONG*

I gasped when I looked over at the clock. My face was in pure shock. I could barley breath. "Ahahahahahaha..." I found my check hidden under a folder on the desk. "...I did it!" The check read:

"Good job, sport! (see you next week)" with the name "valued employee" written in the bottom left hand corner.

"AHAHA, YEAH! AHAHA!" I was having a ball!

"I did it! Oh my-wait...wha..?"

On the back of the check was a sticky note:

"Have a safe and fun 6th night, Mr. Schmidt!

Mngmt"

"...Wait a minute."

6th night.

6th night.

6th night.

"...UHAH!" I groaned out. There was a single star on the tablet. "Wait, what, first what is that star? And why is there a SIXTH NIGHT?! WHY?! I literally could not have cut that last night closer than I did!" I leaned back in the office chair and ran a hand through my hair. "Well...overtime is overtime..." I hated that kind of logic. I let out an elongated sigh as I stared at the ceiling.

I was exhausted.

"MIKE!"

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Jeremy's POV

My fingers nervously drummed on the steering wheel as I neared the pizzeria. It was his fifth night. I nearly was caught by Balloon Boy my fifth night...

As I whipped into the parking lot, I noticed that the all too familiar red truck was still in it's usual parking spot.

Dammit, Mike, if you got stuffed...

I rush inside and notice that Freddy was walking back on stage. I glared daggers at them. Freddy shrugged slowly and stared forward making a *click* noise as their servos began to lock back up. "You bastards..." I sneered earning a "W-W-WELL HI THERE!" From Chica's broken down voice box. I knew there were children's spirits in there...they didn't have to be little shits though.

I bolted towards the office. "MIKE!" I shouted as I rounded into the office. Mike bolted upwards from the seat and gave a yelp. "J-Jeremy?!"

I rushed over to Mike and pulled him up from his seat into a huge hug. "Thank god you're alive! I thought I was going to see you in the back stuffed into one of those ugly fucking suits!" Fresh tear brimmed at my eyes.

"...I'm fine, Jeremy..."

I shook my head feeling like the most guilty shit in the world. "No, you're-" I'm hushed by Mike's finger at my lips. "Stop. I'm fine. See?" Holds his arms outstretched and turned around 360 degrees. I laughed a little. "... I'm glad..."

He stared into my eyes with what looked almost like lov-WHOA HOWDY! Don't get ahead of yourself, Jeremy...!

Mike had a shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face as we walked down the hallway beside one another. His hands placed at his side's firmly with his head held high. I knew what he was feeling. Pride. The pride and joy in knowing that he was able to survive the night with those monsters. And not just one night either. He stayed a full five nights at Freddy's (Roll Credits)...congratulations, Mike.

I nudged his shoulder playfully.

"God! I'm so fucking pumped right now! I mean, YEAH my fear for mannequins is tripled now, and I'll be scarred for life due to the animatronics, but hey! At least I'm not dead!"

"That's the spirit!" I joked with him.

Mike chuckled and sent a full smile my way. "...Hey, about that date last night...I had fun."

I smiled brightly. "So did I."

"Maybe~ we can, you know...go on another date...? Tonight, perhaps...?"

"...I'd love that."

"Cool! Great, I'll pick you up and we can go somewhere fun or something...I need sleep..." He laughed and rubbed his face with his hands.

I smiled and walked with Mike to his car. " Good job, kid." I complemented him sincerely.

When he spun from unlocking his truck, our lips connected. "..." My eyes went wide before melting into the kiss.

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OHKAY LOVE YOU ALL! See you next chapter where things get a lil sad but incredibly sweet and I'll give you a heads up next chapter! Also, FNAF 4 BRUHHH!