Hey everyone. I'm back with another chapter for you guys. Sorry for the cliff hanger last time. Hopefully you'll all enjoy.
'Idiot,' Mike hissed in his head, 'Why would you do such a thing? Don't you value your own life at all?' He was panting, muscles screaming at him as the pizzeria finally came into sight. He grabbed the main door, pulling. It didn't budge. "Fuck," he swore softly. He slipped around to the side of the building, checking for any way in. He got lucky. One of the windows in the bathroom was unlocked, and he managed to wiggle his way inside. He looked out into the hallway, blood chilling when he found no sign of life. "Where are you?"
He headed towards the office, on guard at all moments. Nothing attacked him. Hell, the pizzeria was ghostly silent. It was only when he got near the office that he heard voices. "We don't need to do this," came a female voice, garbled and slightly metallic. Chica. "He's never been mean to us."
"Who cares? He's just like everyone else." That was Bonnie, and Mike slid closer to the window, hoping to hear better. "I say we just kill him already. No point in dragging it out."
"Aye lad," Foxy murmured. There was a grinding noise, like metal against concrete. "Best be quick." Mike bit his lip, shifting to glance into the room. The animatronics were standing in the office, all staring at the same thing. Jeremy lay on the floor, unconscious. Mike grit his teeth, body coiled like a spring. Just as he was about to charge in, a hand gripped his shoulder. He whipped around, choking on his air as glowing blue eyes met his gaze. Freddy stood before him, silent. The bear raised a hand, bringing a finger to his lips in a shushing motion before slipping past him. Mike stood stock still for a moment before a shocked squeak sounded behind him.
"F-Freddy?" Bonnie asked questioningly. Mike turned, looking through the window. Chica and Bonnie were backing away from where the bear stood, yet Foxy didn't budge.
"Ye have never interfered with us before," the fox commented, golden eyes blazing, "Why now? Why choose ta protect these two?" For a long while the bear was silent, simply staring down at Jeremy. When he did speak, his voice was low, rough from disuse.
"They're just children," he murmured, "They've harmed no one." The bear looked up, locking eyes with the ones before him. "Is that what we all are? Murderers of innocent children?" The fox stepped back, all three animatronics looking slightly uncomfortable. "We were given new life…and yet this is wat we choose to do with it? How far we've fallen."
"Ye have a soft spot fer them," Foxy said.
"Perhaps I do," The bear said, "but who am I to take life from those desperately trying to live? How can I stand by and watch as the life is stolen from children who have finally realized happiness? I cannot." The animatronics were silent, so Mike gingerly made his way for the door. He peered into the room, uncaring that he'd been spotted.
"It's all we have," Bonnie murmured. Mike swallowed at that.
'What kind of life is that?' he questioned, 'If all you have is the suffering of others. That's no existence.'
"There will be others," Freddy commented, breaking the teen from his thoughts, "those with darker personalities. Simply be patient. I've spoken with you all about this before. I will not speak of it again." The bear walked away, brushing past him without a sound. He glared at the occupants of the room, moving until he was crouched beside the blonde. He shot a look to the animatronics looming over him, daring one of them to try something.
"Yer lucky lad, but don't be thinking this is over" Foxy said, turning and dashing away. Bonnie looked at them a moment longer before following. Chica shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. Then she was gone. Mike ignored them, shifting Jeremy in his hold. The blonde made a soft noise but didn't wake.
"Come on you," he hissed, "wake up." Gently, blue eyes fluttered open. The blonde looked dazed and disoriented, but he frowned once he saw the dark haired teen.
"You're supposed to be in the hospital Mike," Jeremy murmured.
"Screw that," he replied, "what were you thinking Jere? You know this is dangerous yet you came here on your own."
"I didn't want you to get in any trouble," Jeremy replied, "so I just thought…that if I could cover your shift until you got better…no one would notice…" Mike sighed, sitting back a bit.
"Let me handle it Jere," Mike said, "It'll either be okay or it won't be. I don't really care either way. This job was mostly to stay out of the house anyway so if I lose it the world isn't over. Okay?" Jeremy nodded before leaning up and wrapping his arms around the other's neck.
"Okay," he said softly. The pair sat there for a while, locked in each other's embrace. Eventually Mike pulled back just enough to see the blonde's face.
"Let's get going," he said, "I need to get back to the hospital before someone notices and you need to get home." Jeremy nodded.
"Okay," he said, "let's go." They stood, but before they went anywhere Jeremy spoke again. "Mike?"
"Yeah?" he asked. Jeremy looked away, face guilty.
"I'm sorry," he said, "for everything." Mike hugged the by again.
"Don't be sorry," he murmured, "You did what you had to."
"What if he comes back?" Jeremy asked. Mike felt a chill down his spine.
"We'll deal with that if it happens," he said. Yet his mind said something different. 'When the old man shows up…I'll make sure you're okay. I swear on it.'
'Damn idiot has to go and get himself shot.' Vincent sighed, peering over at his sleeping boyfriend. Scott had woken briefly before visiting hours ended, smiling at him before passing out again. Now the violet haired man sat in the chair that resided in the room. After visiting hours ended he'd hidden himself away. 'Like hell I was leaving.' He heard a soft noise and Scott shifted, blinking his eyes open. Vincent stood, going to stand beside the teen.
"Vince?" Scott asked, squinting as he tried to make him out. The dark haired teen grabbed for his glasses, slipping them on his face. "What are you doing in here?"
"What? You expected me to leave you here?" Scott chuckled, smiling.
"You really are a softy," Scott commented, "come here."
"Shut up." Yet the teen obeyed, approaching the other. Scott held out a hand, gripping Vincent's when the teen came into reach.
"How's your jaw?" Scott asked. Vincent sat on the edge of the bed and immediately Scott shifted to trace the bruises on Vincent's jaw.
"It's fine," he replied, "be worried about yourself. Do you need anything?" Scott smirked, seeing the concern under Vincent's normally steeled gaze.
"I'm okay," he said, "Just stay here?"
"I'm not leaving even if you try to get rid of me," Vincent said. Scott laughed, settling back down.
"Good," he said, eyes drooping slightly.
"You should sleep more," Vincent said, going to move back to his chair. Scott's grip tightened on his hand.
"Stay," he mumbled.
"I already said I wasn't leaving," Vincent said, confused slightly. Scott tugged on his arm, shifting slightly.
"Stay beside me," he mumbled again. Something clicked and Vincent sighed.
"Alright, alright," he said, "move over." Scott smiled sleepily, rolling onto his side. Vincent slipped in behind him, slinging an arm over the other teen. Scott made a noise of discomfort when his weight pressed to close to the bullet wound, and Vincent fixed his position. The dark haired teen snuggled back into him, much more cuddly than normal. "What kind of pain killers do they have you on?" Vincent asked teasingly.
"Shut up," Scott mumbled. They stayed like that for a while until Scott's breathing evened out and he was out again. Yet Vincent didn't bother to move. He knew that the teen was in a vulnerable place right now, and though he wouldn't say anything it would bother Scott to wake up alone after asking him to come over here. So Vincent simply pulled the miniscule covers up and buried his nose into Scott's hair. He hated showing this kind of affection in public, but behind closed doors and with Scott entirely out he felt more comfortable. So he settled in, shutting his eyes and letting sleep take him.
'Jeremy's right,' he thought before sleep took him, 'I'm getting soft.'
So there you have it. Hope you enjoyed. Bye-bye for now!