Olivia sat and waited patiently to see Jeremy. As soon as he walked in, he sat down silently and stared at the table.
"How're you holding up in here?" she asked after a long moment of silence.
"Half of the time, I don't even know…" he said flatly. "I keep blacking out, and when I wake up again, the others are looking at me like I grew a second head." He growled.
Olivia sank. "Things'll be okay, Jeremy…" she reassured him. Granted, she knew Mike was alive and he didn't. She wanted to tell him. It felt wrong to keep it a secret until the end. "Try and keep your head?"
He still didn't make eye contact, every so often, his eyes would flicker.
"I'm sorry about Mike…" she said.
His eyes turned black and stayed that way, "You weren't the murderer…" he said darkly, "Why should you be sorry?" he growled.
"J-Jeremy…" Olivia reached across the table to take his hand, but he yanked his hand away, "Can I talk to you and not some ghost taking your place?" she snapped, "I miss the real Jeremy."
Jeremy's eyes changed back to green and he finally looked up at her.
"I don't want to always see Mary." Her eyes teared up.
Jeremy sank, "I-I'm sorry…" he rested his forehead in his hands, "Hey- did you get the funeral arrangements taken care of?" he asked.
She would've if Mike was truly dead. She froze for a moment, "Uh- they wanted to know if there was any specific place you wanted him to be buried." She stammered. "Y-you never told me."
Jeremy stared at her for a moment, "N-Next to my brother…" he said, "Ask Lori, she'll tell you." He looked down again sadly.
Olivia nodded, "Okay." She watched him for a while. He was pale now, his hair was a mess, his face was barely starting to get scruffy. He looked as though he was getting sick. "Are you okay?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Not really." His voice cracked a little bit. "I can't believe they're charging me for three murders…" he sighed. "I know I did at least one…" he confessed, "But Gerald's death was on his own. He jumped into that suit-"
"Jer," Olivia cut him off, "We're going to get you a lawyer." She said, "We'll get you out of here. Okay?"
He sighed, "Are they charging me for Mike's death too?" he asked sadly.
She stared at him for a while. "They shouldn't…" she said, "You know you didn't kill Mike. In fact, we'll get witnesses so we can prove you didn't kill Mike or Gerald." She said.
"Like who?!" he snapped, "The animatronics? The building burned down, Olivia. There's no one left." He stated, "Freddy, Bonnie, Chica…" he looked down, "Mangle…"
Olivia opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. "We'll think of something, Jeremy."
Jeremy sniffled, "I'm so fucked…" he whimpered.
"You are not." Olivia snapped, "I talked to Lori last night and she said everything would be fine." She said, "Swears by it. She keeps talking about you and the future just fine, with this…" she waved her arms to motion at the building, "Out of the question. She told me that they won't charge you for Mike's death, and they're not going to get you for Gerald's."
"What about Morgan's?" he asked, "That one I know I'm guilty for."
Olivia thought about this for a while, her blue eyes staring into his green eyes. She finally shrugged, "There must be some miracle in the works." She said, managing a smile.
He stared at her for a while and his fear began to fade, "Do you promise?" he asked.
"I swear by it." Olivia took his hand.
He smiled and looked at his hand being held by hers. "Um… Olivia?" he started, "When I get out of here…" he chuckled nervously, "I'm done screwing around…" he confessed, "Do you want to get married?"
Olivia froze for a moment, turning completely red. Her eyes watered and she jumped forward to hug Jeremy, "Y-yes!" she giggled, "I'd love to!"
He smiled, "Of course… it'll have to be after I get out of here, and… after I'm financially stable because of the…" he sighed, "The funeral costs…"
Olivia nodded and hugged him tighter, "Everything will be okay…" she said, "I promise."
Jeremy nodded, "Thanks, Livs…" his eyes watered and he buried his face into her shoulder, "Just- I can't believe he's gone…" he sniffled. "I-" he cried into her shoulder.
It pained Olivia to see Jeremy like such. She refrained from saying anything. Then she sighed, "Mike wouldn't want you to be upset…" she said finally.
"I should've been there to protect him…" Jeremy sobbed, "But I wasn't… he gasped, "I knew he was in trouble… I knew something was wrong." He growled slightly.
Olivia noticed the slight mist rising from Jeremy's shoulders, "Jer…" she rubbed his back. "Jeremy, calm down."
"How can I?" he growled, "If I- he'd be…"
She growled for a moment, "You are not the reason Mike's dead." she said, "What would Mike say if he heard you talking that way?" she asked.
Jeremy sighed, "You're right…"
"Mourn, but don't blame yourself." She said. Then she smiled, "We're all pitching in for a lawyer." She said.
"Fitzgerald." An officer approached, "Time to go."
Jeremy sank, "I gotta go…" he said, "I love you. We'll talk later."
Olivia sank, "I- I love you too…" she sighed and put her head in her hands, "We're in trouble…" she whispered to herself, before standing up to leave. "Mikey better know what he's doing…" she breathed and checked out.
**Sorry this is so short and… uneventful… stressed, distracted, and… frankly not much time writing lately. The nanny watching my brothers kinda vanished, so now I gotta watch them if I'm not working. Anyway, leave a review if you got any questions. Stay awesome!**