Freddy growled. He couldn't waste anymore time. The suit was ready, he was ready, Mike had to be ready. Plus with all the interruptions, who knew how long he had before someone else came waltzing through the door? No, he needed to get this done now.
He walked up to Mike who had been staring numbly at the front door for the past several minutes, and gently tapped his shoulder.
"Whut?" Mike mumbled. The human tore his gaze away and half-heartedly smiled at Freddy, his attention clearly elsewhere.
This made Freddy more enraged . Whoever that man was earlier had clearly upset Mike. All the more reason to finish this. Then it would be just them. They could go back to the Pizzeria and everything would be alright. No one would ever hurt Mike again.
He gestured for Mike to follow him, bobbing his head to show excitement. Slowly Mike took a deep breath. "What's up big guy? I really need to figure some stuff out." He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it.
Freddy shook his head. He placed his paw above Mike's phone screen, making him look up. Again, he gestured for Mike to follow him. Only for Mike to bat his paw out of the way.
"Wait a minute, I've got to text Jeremy," Mike said. He began to type on his phone, face scrunched with concentration.
Frustration welled up in Freddy. Of course now when he wanted to show Mike something he was busy? In the back of his mind he knew that just a week earlier he would have been mentally puking at the thought of wanting any person's attention, but right now that didn't matter. Mike should be paying attention to him!
In an attempt to get Mike's attention he ruffled Mike's hair. That always made Mike look up with a smile.
It had the desired effect of getting his attention, just... not the way Freddy thought it would.
"What do you need Freddy?" Mike snapped. He glared up at Freddy as he hit the send button, a large text bubble popping up on the screen. Surprised at the tone, Freddy once more gestured for Mike to follow him and the human shook his head. "Look, I've got to figure a few things out first. I need to make sure that Jeremy doesn't hate me, and I've got to figure out what happened to the Tiger rug! If Jeff comes back and it's not there I'm as good as dead."
Freddy instantly brightened. He knew how he could get Mike to follow him!
He animatedly pointed to the spot where the tiger rug used to be, then pointed to himself.
Mike's brows furrowed. "Do you know where it is?"
Freddy nodded and walked down the halls, pointing towards the garage door. Mike wheeled himself into the kitchen towards the garage door. "It's in there?" He asked. He looked both doubtful and hopeful.
Nodding vigorously Freddy watched as Mike headed towards the door, unable to contain the excitement that seemed to pool at the center of his being.
With a little effort, Mike was able to open the door only to see an almost pitch black garage. Confused Mike turn to look back at Freddy. "It's in there? Can you get it for me?"
Freddy's smile widened and before Mike could do anything, he picked up both him and the wheelchair, taking him down the few steps into the garage.
Jeremy cold fingers wouldn't stop shaking as he drummed them against the hot steering wheel.
He liked to believe that he was fairly simple. He like it when things were simple. There was always a action and a reaction. A white and a black. Good and bad. You did something bad, you went to jail. You did something good, you got praised for it. You went to school, you got a better job.
When he was younger, he had never liked the cartoons where the bad guy became the good guy. In his mind, if you were the bad guy, that was it. You deserved it every time the good guy thwarted your plans, or threw you in prison or… you know! Got what you deserved!
He never liked it when the good guy and bad guy worked together. They shouldn't even be in the same room together.
His mind jumped to the fear he had felt seeing Freddy come down the hallway. How his hand had automatically reached for the non-existent mask that he had used multiple times to save himself during his time at Fazebear's Pizzeria.
And then Mike had defended Freddy! Like his time at the Pizzeria hadn't mattered. Like all the night guards that the bear had probably killed hadn't mattered. It made Jeremy's skin itch just thinking about being in close proximity with the animatronic. He was the good guy, Freddy and the other animatronics were the bad guys. Pure and simple.
Jeremy felt his phone vibrate, and he waited until he came to a red light before opening it up. It was actually two text messages. One from Mike and another from his mom and Jeff.
He opened the one from his mom first.
Hey sweetie. We are just about to touchdown, would you mind calling a cab? Love you
Jeremy stared at his phone for another several seconds before the car behind him honked. The light had turned green without him noticing.
Now his hands really wouldn't stop shaking.
He pulled over to the side of the road, letting the angry drivers behind him pass and opened the text from his brother. It was long and filled with apologies. Trying to make him see that Freddy wasn't going to hurt either of them, and that both Terra and Gabe knew about Freddy.
He chewed on his lip, trying to figure out how to deal with the situation that seemed to be rapidly growing. His mom and stepdad were almost home. That meant there was a tops of thirty minutes before they were home. There was a rouge animatronic lose in their house, a now disabled son, and a missing tiger rug that was upwards of twenty thousand dollars.
With white fingers he quickly typed a message to Mike, warning him of their arrival and called the cab. He didn't want their parents thinking something was off. It was better with Jeff to expose him to everything. And by everything, Jeremy was hoping that it was going to just be a son that now needed a wheelchair.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he spun the car around, nearly hitting a SUV that honked at him, and headed back towards his parents house.
"Freddy jeez what the hell!" Mike gasped.
The animatronic set him and his chair down at the bottom of the three steps down into the garage. The door behind them automatically closing.
The garage was unnaturally dark. Mike squinted and was able to see some sort of dark clothes covering the small windows that all garage doors had. Freddy quickly moved through the sea of boxes. And Mike glanced back towards the door, wondering how much of a fool he would look like if he tried crawling out of here.
Little did he know how much he should have done just that.
He tore his gaze away from the door to look for Freddy, just able to see his hat over the sea of boxes that took up the garage space. "Freddy - where is the rug? And why did you bring me in here? You're going to have to lift me and my chair back out of there."
Freddy didn't respond, his hat bobbing with his movements as he dug around and Mike shook his head. Knowing Freddy, he probably wouldn't mind that at all.
The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end as Freddy stopped moving for a while and suddenly a hard metal screech filled the garage. It sounded like something heavy was dragging on the cement floor. Sounded like Freddy was dragging something heavy.
Some six sense trepidation crawled along Mike's spine as he cleared his throat. Maybe it was because Freddy had thrust himself into this situation, maybe it was the way Freddy's hat moved slowly above the boxes towards him, but he didn't like this at all.
He glanced back towards the door once more and his eyes settled on the garage door button. He could reach that, and some more light would make him feel a lot better. He didn't need to open it all the way, he didn't want everybody to know he had an animatronic in the house, but partway would be okay.
Wheeling himself over, Mike pushed the button and listened as the door started to rise. He waited a moment feeling himself relax as bright sunlight began to filter into the garage.
Suddenly the door slammed back down, shrieking as it went against the gears.
Mike stood there, frozen for a moment. His heart slowly reminded him that he needed to breath. Shakily he ran a hand through his hair and turned to where Freddy hat had been.
It was gone.
In fact if he listened he couldn't hear any noise.
Now he was starting to freak out. This was eerily too similar to his situation in the pizzeria. A thought jumped to the forefront of his mind. What if Freddy was trying to kill him?
He dismissed it. There wasn't a suit that Freddy could stuff him into, and besides, Freddy hadn't killed him for the past couple of days, why would he now?
"Freddy?" He shakily called out. "Where are you big guy?"
Now he could hear the animatronic. Much farther along the wall to his left side than he thought. He spotted Freddy's hat bobbing between the boxes and let out a sigh of relief.
"Come on man, I'm ready to get out of here."
Freddy finally emerged from the boxes, covered in dust and grinning ear to ear.
Mike laughed nervously as Freddy just stood there. "Alright you got me big guy. Now help me get out of here?" He looked hopefully towards the door behind him.
Freddy's eyes flicked towards the door before refocusing on Mike. Then with freakishly quiet movements he turned and walked back into the boxes towards where he had originally gone.
The harsh shrieking filled the garage again and Mike decided with or without Freddy's help, with or without his wheelchair he was getting out of here…
Right now!