Hey everyone! Oh boy am I excited to bring you this chapter. It's just so great. I hope you enjoy. Like seriously, cherish this.

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

Rated M

Jeremy's POV

It's been a few days since the incident with Mr. Vincent Afton happened. Michael's been locked up in our room since. I turn the handle and realize it was open. As stealthily as I can, I sneak up to Mike and see what he's doing.

"Please don't tell me you're playing fucking Call Of Duty." I look at Mike, annoyance lacing my tone.

"Better than your shit Battlefield." He smirks and glances at me.

"Battlefield is an original man! Not this fake crap. You basically just run around and shoot dead people on this." I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"And what? Battlefield takes a serious skill?" He laughs and nudges me. "Come on, give it a try."

"Do I have to?" I ask and pick up the other controller.

"It'd make me soooo happy."

"Fine. Only because you kept calm the other day at the pizzeria. With Sebrina and all." I'll have to admit, he was pretty calm in that situation.

"I mean, there were kids around. I kind of had to." He looks away for a moment then turns his attention back to the game.

"I'm not gonna lie, you said what I would've said. God you sounded like my mom. You know that? You sounded just like her."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was terrible." My avatar sneaks around the corner and shoots a bullet through Michael's head.

"Alright! That was not skill, that was just luck." Michael says, trying to redeem himself.

I point at the screen. It's playing the killcam. "I mean, it was pretty great."

"Luck. Fucking luck." He crosses his arms like a toddler.

I laugh and kiss his cheek. "You're adorable."

"And your dead." Mike shoots my character without hesitation, a smirk sneaking across his face.

"You monster!" I laugh, set my controller down, and kiss Michael.

The lights were off, so our only source of light was coming from the television. I gently push Mike back on the floor and crawl on top of him as he opens his legs for me. My small laugh breaks the kiss.

"What is it Jer?" He asks, his hands traveling up and down my body.

I blush and look away. "Nothing." I look back at him. His eyes were wide and passion-filled.

"You can tell me."

Thankfully the tv screen doesn't show the red rising in my cheeks, I kiss Michael again. "I really love face planting in love with you," I snort. Oh dear god that's so unattractive.

He also finds it funny and laughs with me, bringing my face down close to his and cupping it with his hand. "And I love tripping and scraping my knees in love with you." We both smile, but they're broken by our lips meeting.

I do love face planting in love with Michael.

Hehe my boys had an innocent make out session. I'm so proud. I really love making these cute little things. Like the gingerbread and Mike being all sleepy. Agh, I love it. Anyway, I'll get this one out to you all so you can read it.

See ya later!