Commission for HelValkyrie, part two of three. Enjoy!
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H. Horse Play
"Are you sure Jeremy will come in for this? Usually he complains when he comes in to do his job..." Bonnie said, frowning as he watched Mike sort through the bag he'd brought.
"If he's mad then he's mad. Isn't Jeremy usually?" The guard asked.
"...can't fault the lad on that." Foxy grumbled.
Mike chuckled, pulling out a large water gun. "You're sure this is okay?"
"As long as we clean it up afterward. And don't aim for our faces." Freddy nodded.
The guard nodded, setting the gun on the table and grabbing the other. He hummed to himself as they waited for Jeremy to arrive. He'd been seeing the engineer more lately, and he wanted to hang out with him but it was hard with them both working so much. So it had to happen at work, but not when there were people around.
"Ah, there he be!" Foxy ran over and greeted the engineer.
"Mike if you're going to ask me on a date, why did it have to be here?" Jeremy whined, shoving Foxy out of the way when the pirate tried to hug him.
"Because I can afford free?" Mike offered dryly.
Jeremy laughed at that. "I can't argue with that...anyway, what did you want?"
"I've been asking these guys about something we could do here, and they happened to give me an idea. So if you think you're up for it..." Mike smirked and grabbed his water gun. "En garde!"
"...Really? You dragged me out here for this?" Jeremy groaned, rolling his eyes as he stalked over.
"Course! Like I said, I can afford free. You wanted a date right?" Mike teased.
Jeremy shoved him, huffing. He then quick grabbed the other gun; the guard couldn't turn his head away in time as he sprayed him.
"And you call Vincent a cheater?" Mike demanded as he ran.
"There's a difference between cheating and playing dirty."
I. Inked
Mike checked his phone nervously. It was the right place...right time and day. He'd checked all day. He swallowed. When Jeremy had texted him, he hadn't expected...this. He remembered talking about the subject before, but the engineer had gotten busy when Bonnie's arm began malfunctioning.
"There you are. Don't look so scared, you seem ready to pass out. You can handle talking robots but not a tattoo parlor?"
Mike jumped when Jeremy opened the door. "U-uh, I mean..."
"Relax, it's not like you're getting the fuckin thing. Come on, they're waiting on us." Jeremy went on, grabbing his arm and dragging him inside.
He'd never been inside a place like this. Mike looked around, seeing the art books and glass counter of pictures. The guard followed obediently as the other man led him into the back, into a small room.
"Alright we can finally get started."
The blond man sat down in a chair. Mike tried to pay attention but he cringed as Jeremy's sleeve was rolled up and his skin was cleaned. He definitely didn't pay attention when the needle was turned on.
"You're not getting inked and you can't even look?" Jeremy teased, grinning.
"I, uh, don't do well around needles." Mike managed, head still turned away.
"You could've said that before I dragged you out here. If I knew you were such a huge wimp..." The man chuckled, smirking at him.
Mike didn't answer. That meant looking at him, and he really didn't want to do that. Once the noise began humming and he relaxed slightly, he finally looked over. He made sure not to focus too much on the actual tattooist, or what they were doing.
"You seriously look like you're going to pass out, Mike. You sure you're okay?" Jeremy asked.
"Y-yeah, fine." Mike said. "So, what're you getting?"
"Tribal shit. Started getting them back in High School. I made the mistake once of drinking with Vincent and I ended up with the whole fucking crew on my arm." Jeremy showed him on his other arm.
That...definitely was a bear, bunny, chicken and fox. They were all tribal and colored the same as the animatronics. Mike blinked before snorting, trying to hide the laugh.
"Yeah, real funny. They thought it was pretty great too." Jeremy said.
"I hope you don't drink with Vincent anymore."
"Nope, I learned my lesson. I didn't hear the end of it for months. But now I make sure to come in when I'm sober." He said.
Mike relaxed. The drilling noise was slowly becoming background noise, and he didn't feel so nauseous. He'd never get one himself, not without a lot of thought and maybe if Jeremy was there...He swallowed nervously.
"So, uh..."
"Relax, Mike. How've the animatronics been treating you? Okay?" Jeremy asked.
"Yeah, of course. They're all really nice. Bonnie wanted me to come in and I think he mentioned poker but..." Mike shrugged. "He and Freddy seemed disappointed I wasn't coming in. I hope they treat Fritz okay."
Jeremy snorted. "They liked to tease him a bit. He's a big baby, but it's fine. Freddy knows not to go too far."
That made him feel better. He really liked working at Freddy Fazbear's but sometimes it seemed like something was going on in the background...Shrugging it off, the guard eased back against the wall.
Jeremy made a noise when he was finally finished. He stretched, careful of the bandages on his new tattoo. "There. Wanna grab something to eat? I ate crap before coming here."
"I don't think I can-"
The blond wrapped an arm around his shoulder, smirking. "I'm buying. Come on, newbie~ I don't take rejection well."
J. Jogging
Jeremy liked to get out sometimes, since he was usually hidden in the back of the restaurant or cooped up in his apartment. Being around other people wasn't a good idea when you lacked a proper filter for your mouth and had violent, angry mood swings. So he took his small walks around at night when he didn't work.
It was cold out. He hugged his jacket close to him as he walked. No one was out, likely they were too busy keeping themselves warm inside. Except one person, apparently, that was running ahead of him. Wait...he recognized that uniform.
"Mike?" He called, running to catch up.
The guard turned, face red. "J-Jer...? What..."
He was breathing hard as he stopped. Jeremy frowned. "You okay? You look exhausted."
"Car...car wouldn't start. Late." Mike gasped out, holding his chest.
"Geez, dude, all you had to do was call someone. You and Scott live right by each other." Jeremy scolded. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on, my place is not even five minutes. I can drive you."
"You're sure? I mean..." Mike reluctantly followed, huddling close. "Thanks. I just kinda panicked I guess. I don't have the money for car repair."
"I feel you. Don't worry about it for now, okay? Call me after your shift, I'll take a look at it."
They piled into Jeremy's car as quickly as possible. Jeremy blasted the heat, seeing that Mike's face was still slightly red, and drove well over the speed limit. He considered going in once they pulled up but decided not to.
"Seriously, though. You need a ride home, just call me or Scott. If you call me, I'll give your car a look."
Mike's face color hadn't changed. Maybe he was embarrassed? "Thanks, Jeremy. I'll see you later."
He watched him go inside. Confused, Jeremy shrugged and went home, deciding he'd continue his walk another time.
K. Kindred
"You'd think with birthdays being so important, they'd get people to set them up..." Mike grumbled as he and Fritz helped put up a banner.
"Eh, usually the animatronics do it. They take them seriously. But since they're getting maintenance, it's on us." The red head offered.
The newer guard sighed. "Oh well. Better than sitting in the back, pretending to stare at the cameras."
"You still do that? Once I was told about the robots, I stopped. I mean, what happens if someone breaks in? I'd rather be right there to make sure the burglar doesn't die. The animatronics are great when you know them, but lemme tell you, you don't want to make them angry. One time a dad started yelling at their daughter and geez..."
Mike frowned at that. "What happened?"
"Well, Freddy went all...creepy and stiff. Tried to get them apart and wanted to take the girl to the arcade so she'd stop crying. The dad was pretty unnerved, and Jeremy had to step in. Explain the robot's protective nature, stuff like that." Fritz shrugged.
"Wow, that doesn't seem like them at all..." Mike mused as he looked over towards the back room.
"Don't let them fool ya, Mikey." Vincent made them both jump. He grinned, carrying some boxes. "Give em the chance, they'd tear you apart. Not that you would, right?"
"Ignore him. He's trying to scare you. None of them like him, except for Spring Bonnie and I think that's only because he feels bad for him." Fritz grumbled.
Mike watched Vincent as he snuck into the back room, likely to bother Jeremy. "Why doesn't someone fire him then if he's such a pain?"
"He's good friends with Scott. And they've both been around since the first location." Fritz shrugged. "Besides, Jeremy usually reigns him in. He was way worse when I first started working. Once Jeremy got back from the hospital, he was so snappy and angry and he punched Vincent so hard, he had to go to the hospital himself."
"H-holy shit..." The guard gaped.
"Yeah. After that, Vincent knew better than to push Jeremy too far. So if something goes too far, always get Jeremy. Foxy started bugging out once and got aggressive and Jeremy threw a wrench at him. He's kinda crazy." the red head went on.
Mike chuckled, not realizing he was still staring at the back room. "Definitely..." He jumped when Fritz elbowed him lightly. His face was warm. "Huh?"
"You and Jeremy going out yet?"
"Wha-Huh? No! We're friends...I mean, I tease about us having dates but..." Mike stuttered, flushing.
"But you like him." Fritz went on.
"Of course, he's a friend of mine." The brunette said, frowning.
The other man sighed. "Don't give me that. We're both grown adults here. And I get it, okay? You think Jeremy is a heart-breaker now? You should've seen him back in the day. He had that same sarcasm, but he was kinda like you. Friendly, kinda quiet but he made you feel included. Gave me the ropes and helped me out when I fucked up. After the bite, I guess I'm a sucker for guys that go off..."
Mike stared at him. He swallowed nervously, banner in his hands as he tried to think of what to say. "And...now?"
"I thought I'd grow outta it. But I never really did. Jeremy's special, you know? Can put up with Scott and Vincent's crap, he puts the animatronics in their places...but he still makes sure you never get left out of anything. I mean, he repaired Mangle after it bit his brain outta his head, right? But I'm not his type." Fritz explained softly.
"Sorry...I mean, I didn't know..." Mike began but the red head chuckled.
"Like I just said, dude. I'm not his type. He just happened to be mine. I just want you to stop being a giant baby and go for it. Jeremy definitely treats you different than the rest of us."
"And that wouldn't bother you at all?" He asked, amazed.
"Nah. I think Jeremy could use you, really. He needs someone that can put up with him and keep him in line like you do. I had my chance and it didn't happen." Fritz said, shrugging.
Mike hesitated. "Well...if, if you're sure..."
"Trust me on this, dude. What's a date between friends, hm?" Fritz grinned, laughing as they got the banner up.
"Mike?" Jeremy called from the back room. "When your done, get your ass in here. Need your help, Vincent's useless."
Mike grinned, giving Fritz a look. The red head shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an obvious sadness in his eyes. He patted the red head's shoulder, grateful that Fritz was honest with him.
"Mikey! Jeremy's trying to stuff me into spare suits!" Vincent called.
"Push him harder, you're not doing it right if he's still talking!"
L. Liar Liar
"Why are you such a liar?" Mike grumbled as he and Jeremy sat at a booth.
"Wha-hey. You wanted dinner. I'm broke. I think this place is pretty fancy given we both usually eat free pizza." Jeremy whined.
Mike sighed, rolling his eyes. It was their first real date. He should've expected this, since neither of them had a lot of money. But Jeremy had promised him a nice, fancy restaurant. Rolling his eyes again, he relaxed.
"Whatever. You're an idiot."
"You always know just what to say." Jeremy cooed, grinning as he pinched one of Mike's cheeks.
"Ow, dammit Jeremy."
He bit at one of the others fingers. The blond laughed, neither of them noticing the odd looks they were getting. He'd been so nervous, asking for a serious date with Jeremy. After Fritz had told him to go for it, he wondered if maybe the engineer would be upset or angry that they assumed he liked Mike besides being friends. But instead, Jeremy had huffed and had to give Bonnie and Chica a few tokens.
"Tell me again why you were betting on us dating with the robots?" Mike asked.
Jeremy sighed. "Freddy and Foxy thought for sure I'd ask you first. But Bonnie said I was too much of a pussy. In a nicer way than that."
"And you bet...tokens...?"
"What other currency are they gonna have? I'm saving up to get me some of those dolls. Got a Foxy and Mangle back home after the hospital." the blond shrugged.
Mike laughed. "When am I going to see them?"
At that, Jeremy flushed. The guard had never seen that before. "Eh,you know. When ya come over..."
M. Making Out
"Wha-Jeremy! Some of us have actual work to do!" Mike snapped when something covered his eyes.
He tried to turn his head, scowling. He was trying to work, thank you, and he knew Jeremy had things to get done tonight as well. Bonnie's ear had fallen off today, and Freddy was having trouble with the screws in his jaw. And yet, the engineer was snickering as he refused to remove whatever he had.
"Don't be such a sourpuss, Mike."
"And you don't be such a huge pain in the ass. Oh wait." Mike teased back. "Seriously, what are you doing? You better not be using a dirty rag or something."
"Eh, thought I play a trick on ya, get you distracted."
Mike sighed. "Jeremy..."
"I think it's a pretty good plan."
"For what?" Mike demanded, huffing.
Jeremy kissed him. Mike stiffened, eyes wide. He'd pecked Jeremy on the cheek before, they'd been dating for over two months now, but they'd never fully kissed. Jeremy seemed to shy away from it and Mike didn't push. Unsure what had brought this on, Mike tentatively kissed back.
"Hey, blindfold stays on." Jeremy said when Mike went to take it off.
"What, why? You distracted me fine, why do I still need it?" The brunette whined.
He was quieted with another kiss. Deciding it didn't matter, Mike kissed him back. His face went warm when the engineer moved to sit in his lap. Well then. He never thought this would happen to him today when he came into work. Nervously, Mike moved back in his seat, reaching up and trying to hold Jeremy's waist.
"Freddy! Mike and Jeremy are eating each other!"
They both jumped. Mike snickered as the blond grumbled, finally removing the blindfold, revealing it to be a (clean) rag he'd been using. Bonnie was standing outside the door, looking confused.
"Is it a draw?"
"Bonnie...you big, purple cockblock..." Jeremy mumbled, sighing.
"I don't think you should say that in a children's restaurant." Mike chimed in, still grinning.
"What a surprise, Mr. Fitzgerald cannot contain or censor himself." Freddy sighed as he showed up. "I believe I heard a term for this. Slang changes so often for humans...let's see, what was it. 'Get laid'."
Both humans paused, shocked. The bear just smirked back. "...did...did he really just...?"
"Yep."
N. Nightmares
Mike wasn't sure what woke him up. He laid there, confused, and trying desperately to get back to sleep. He had the night off, and he fully intended to catch up on lost sleep and just have a day to himself. But then he heard the vibrations near his head and sighed.
"If the building isn't on fire, I don't care." He mumbled into the receiver.
"S-sorry...nothing, nothing like that."
Mike's eyes instantly shot open. "Jeremy? Hey, what's wrong?"
"At the risk...of sounding like a total piece of shit, it was a nightmare. I...I didn't know what else to do. Usually I can get some coffee and be okay but..." Jeremy was obviously shaken, and Mike heard him doing something. It sounded metallic.
"Do you want me to come over?" Mike asked, already out of bed and ready to get dressed.
"No, I just...you, mind staying on the line? Just for a bit?" Jeremy asked softly. "I usually don't...have them this bad. I dunno what's happened."
Mike reluctantly sat back down on his bed. "Of course. You mind telling me what the nightmare was about? Maybe I can help?"
"They're always the same thing. Just, remembering what Mangle did to me. You know, a flash of teeth and skin getting peeled away and a good chunk of my brain being removed..." Jeremy shifted.
"That sounds horrible...are you sure you don't want me over?" Mike asked desperately.
"I'm okay, really. Just, the coffee didn't help. Usually I can get back to sleep pretty quick but it's just a bad night. Needed someone to talk to is all..." The engineer sighed. "I usually call Scott when it's this bad, but I hate waking him up since he usually wakes up his wife."
The brunette rolled his eyes. "Well, I'd hope you would call me over Scott. We're kinda doing this dating thing, right?" He sighed. "Have you worked on Mangle at all recently? Might explain the nightmares."
"Nah, they've been pretty good about not getting broken again. I doubt they'll let themselves even get dirty anymore." Jeremy seemed to relax. "I guess I just needed to hear your voice. I'm already feeling better."
Despite himself, Mike blushed. "Wow, pulling out the casanova lines hm?"
"I'm always a casanova thank you for finally noticing. But really, I feel better. I might just...tinker with some shit and go back to bed."
"If you're sure. But really, just...call me when you need to. I don't mind." Mike offered softly.
He heard Jeremy moving around. "I will. I definitely will. Uh, night Mike. I'll see you tomorrow."
He hung up. The guard hesitated, not sure if he should go back to bed himself yet. But he sighed, smiling slightly. Jeremy trusted him with his nightmares...that counted for something right? He curled up in bed, making sure he had his phone close. Just in case.
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And there's part two. I really hope I'm capturing their bonding okay. I keep forgetting this isn't set in my own AU so I struggle with clearing things up between characters since it's different haha. I hope you all enjoy!
MRIMO