Summary: The animatronics convince Jeremy to finally tell them how he asked Mike out. [JerMike] For HelValkyrie

Warnings: none

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"No, no holy fuck NO!"

Jeremy quickly tried to dodge around the damn fox as he stomped off. Unfortunately it was hard, since the entire damn group seemed to be teaming up on him. Vincent gave a grin when Scott got in his way, the larger man looking confused.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about! We're just curious."

"Aye! We be wantin' t'know how such a lad found young Mike!" Foxy added.

Jeremy glared at him too. "Look it's stupid ok. Why can't you guys knowing that I asked him out be enough?"

Next to Foxy, Bonnie gave Chica a look. "Maybe Mike will tell us?"

"YOU FUCKING BETTER NOT!" The engineer instantly exploded. The entire group jumped. "You fucking bring this up and I'll kill all of you. Management will come in and find your pieces hidden around!"

Chica frowned, scratching her head. "I had no idea Jeremy was so shy."

"It makes sense of course. He has never had anyone before, we should have assumed." Freddy said. "I just wish it meant he'd picked better partners."

"You realize you're still the only one that doesn't like him right?" Jeremy asked hotly, crossing his arms.

This was stupid. He was supposed to be working thank you, and yet they were all ganging up on him. What did it even matter? He and Mike were together now. And they were happy dammit! Mike came over more and more now that the robots weren't so hostile and the crew loved him. Hell, Foxy was warming up to him if only because Mangle seemed fond of him.

"It was somethin' ridiculous and cheesy wasn't it?" Vincent asked suddenly. He was smirking again the fucking dick.

"I just asked him out! The guy worked on me before, he was nice, and we had similar interests! Why does that mean there was a thing to it?!"

"Because it's you and you're a dork." The black haired man argued.

Scott frowned at that. "He has a point, Jeremy…"

"You are all fucking asshole morons and I hate every fucking one of you." The blond hissed.

"Musta been extra embarrassin' then." Foxy mused.

Jeremy felt his face twitching. His blood pressure was beginning to rise, which meant if he wasn't careful, he'd pass out soon. He took in a deep breath. He had nothing to be embarrassed of. He had asked Mike out, and he got him. What else mattered?

"Okay fine." He straightened his clothes casually, trying to look confident. The others somehow loomed closer. "He gave me a few of my tats, right? And he was cute, and tattoos take a few hours so we talked. So finally I went in there once when he was at the desk and I asked him out."

"What did you even say?" Scott asked.

He gritted his teeth and hoped his face wasn't turning pink. Then he'd really pass out. "He asked me what I did for a living."

"…Okay?" Bonnie motioned for him to continue.

Jeremy pulled off his best Vincent-Smirk ever. "I told him, being your boyfriend."

The room went silent. Jeremy straightened his hat next, pretending not to glance at Vincent's face as the man stared, or the way Scott's jaw slacked. He heard the robots shifting, likely not understanding, but then the two guards began howling.

"Holy shit that's so ridiculous!" Vincent wheezed.

Scott was actually holding his stomach. "A-and, and that worked?!"

Jeremy shrugged. "I'm that smooth I guess."

"Holy shit, did he like, pity date ya after that?" Vincent added.

"Don't get all jealous on me. We both laughed and he said that he got off of work at nine. We went out to dinner." Jeremy shrugged.

"I have got to try that!" Scott added, still laughing as he finally went to go do his damn job.

Vincent shook his head, grinning as he went to follow. "Fuck, newbie, cheesy dork…"

Jeremy rolled his eyes. Well, at least they were off his back. And if they brought it up next time Mike came in, he'd kill them.

"So," Chica broke the silence. "You wanna explain that or…?"