Commission for HelValkyrie, part three of three. Enjoy!
Warnings; this chapter is rated T for slight sexual themes at the end of the chapter.
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O. Ovens
"And, you're sure this is his favorite?" Mike asked the yellow chicken.
"We never forget someone's favorite toppings! It's in our programming." Chica said happily as she put away all the containers of said items. "We also never forget what someone's allergic to."
"That's pretty handy..." The guard said as he put the cold pizza into the oven.
He stretched when it was set, noting the time it would be done. He'd been wanting to do something like this for Jeremy for awhile, but he'd been a bit nervous asking the animatronics about helping him. While they were all nice to him and were friendly, it was just...still odd to him. They were robots. How they knew how to cook and make something they couldn't enjoy taste good was really mind-blowing.
"Mike lad, he be here." Foxy peeked into the kitchen.
"Thanks. I'll be back in a little bit Chica."
The guard headed out, dusting himself off. He headed towards the back room, dodging around the few stray employees that were cleaning up still. Bonnie and Freddy were helping hoist trashbags towards the entrance and he wasn't sure where the older, gold models were. He'd only seen them a few times since they kept to themselves but they were usually always helping out the staff.
"Jeremy?" He called as he entered the room.
"Huh? Oh hey Mike. Didn't think you'd still be here." The blond greeted as he put his hat on.
"Hi Mike!" Spring Bonnie greeted as well. He and Golden Freddy were moving around the spare heads. Said bear gave him a nod.
"Hi Spring. Are you here all night?"
Jeremy shook his head. "I just need to get them cleaned up and typical maintenance. Shouldn't take more than two hours. Why?"
Mike shrugged. "No reason, just curious. I have to finish up, I'll be right back."
The engineer gave him an odd look but Mike just quickly left. He went back into the kitchen, checking his watch. Less than five more minutes. He peeked into the room, seeing that Chica had left now and that the oven was still on. He yawned and grabbed one of the boxes. He hesitated before quickly grabbing a cup as well, filling it up with soda before he took the pizza out of the oven and into the box.
"Ah, Mr. Schmidt. Aren't you going to get going?" Freddy asked as he came in.
"Huh? Yeah sorry. I was just learning how to make a pizza from Chica earlier. For Jeremy." The guard explained. "Hope I'm not in the way?"
The bear rolled his eyes. "You best hurry then. Mr. Fitzgerald never eats once he starts working."
He nodded, grabbing both items before heading back into the back room. He hesitated at the door, grumbling as he tried to get it open with both hands occupied, but Bonnie opened it for him. He mumbled a thanks before going in.
"You better finally fucking be leaving. What's that?" Jeremy looked confused.
"I made you this before I go. I know how you get..." Mike said, setting it down. "I made sure it has all your favorites."
Jeremy gave him a look. "...you asked Chica didn't you?"
"M-maybe..." Mike flushed as Jeremy snickered at him. The blond took a piece, taking a bite as Mike made sure he had all his things on him. "Alright, I'm heading home. Lemme know when you get out okay?"
Jeremy nodded. "Fuck, Mike, this tastes amazing..."
"Really? I don't really cook often..."
"Yeah...wow. Don't tell Chica, but I think it might be better than hers." Jeremy said, all but downing another piece. "Holy shit I was starving too."
Mike rolled his eyes as his face got warm. "You don't have to try to make me feel better."
"M'not. Make me more shit would you?"
"Why are we not telling Chica? Is Jeremy going to hurt her feelings?" Spring Bonnie asked, frowning.
"I'm not hurting nothing cuz we're not saying anything." Jeremy snapped at the gold bunny.
Mike chuckled. "I'm leaving. Spring, make sure he eats all of that okay?"
"What? Mike-"
"Course Mike!" The animatronic grinned as the guard headed out, hearing Jeremy grumbling the whole time.
P. Parents
Mike scanned the restaurant quickly, easily finding Jeremy's bright blond hair. He sighed and headed over, taking a seat across from him. "Sorry about that. Foxy and Freddy were giving me a hard time and Bonnie had to step in. Also Spring demands that you come see him later even though I explained you work today..."
Jeremy snorted. "I told you they're like children."
"I was hoping you were kidding. Or it wasn't literal." Mike sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'm exhausted. And Chica kept trying to feed me pizza even though I told her I was meeting you here for dinner."
"They're under the impression if you aren't as round as Freddy is then you're starving."
Mike snorted. A waiter came around, taking their order as they both relaxed. Mike grinned when Jeremy began talking about some theme park calling him and asking if he wanted another job and how they come off as assholes when they were interrupted.
"I knew I recognized that tone."
They both looked up. An older woman, with slightly graying blond hair and stiff green eyes was standing there, holding an expensive looking purse. Mike spotted a pin near her collar that looked vaguely military.
"I know you can't always help it but you're drawing the attention of the entire restaurant." She went on.
Confused, Mike glanced around. No one was looking at all. Likely because Jeremy and he came here often enough that they were used to it. Shrugging, he gave Jeremy a confused look.
"I doubt they give a fuck what I'm doing. Anyway, Mike this is my mom. Mom, Mike." Jeremy mumbled dryly.
"Mike?" She looked at him closely. "Well, I'm glad you have someone with his amount of patience. I hope you'll keep an eye on my boy, Mike. He can't help what comes out of his mouth sometimes and his father and I are just thankful he's not a vegetable."
Mike blinked, trying not to gape at her. "Uh...? Me too? I mean, I happen to like Jeremy's approachable personality..."
Jeremy snorted. "Don't bother Mike. She was convinced she'd have to put me down and she's still bitter that she couldn't."
"He also likes to construe reality. And refuses to do something more with his life than a repair man for the things that nearly killed him. Anyway, I was just picking something up for your father so I'll leave you boys alone."
She headed out without another word. Mike made sure she was gone before giving Jeremy a look. "...I believe you once quoted 'disappointing parents' to me."
"It was nicer than what I wanted to say. Anyway, that's my mom. Her and dad are high strung military. Thought I was gonna enter too but decided fuck that. Then I lost most of my brain and she freaked out that I was going to be mentally challenged and that they'd need someone to look after me." Jeremy snorted.
"As opposed to looking after you herself?" Mike asked hesitantly.
"Yeah. She's too busy. And Dad is too deep into sucking on his general's dick." The blond shrugged. "Kinda how I knew my machines so well. Worked on that shit a lot as a kid, went to college, got a job at Freddy's. I've thought about quitting but...well..."
He gave another shrug as he sipped his drink. Mike decided not to push. While the robots at work were kinda weird and maybe a bit demanding, much like children, they certainly looked out for Jeremy and listened to him better than anyone else there. Scott certainly couldn't get Foxy to sit still for maintenance.
"Fuck her then." Mike said.
Jeremy snorted, some of his soda dribbling out his nose. "Fuck! Geez Mike, give a guy some warning."
The brunette laughed, handing him some napkins. The incident was immediately forgotten, though Mike made sure to note that he needed to ask around work about the exact nature of Jeremy's parents and his accident.
Q. Quilts
"Mr. Schmidt must have the worse immune system I've ever seen...I don't believe I've ever seen anyone get sick so frequently." Freddy mused as he and Foxy were picking up the dining room.
Jeremy paused, seeing Fritz heading for the security room as he listened in. He hadn't seen Mike the last few days, since the guard mentioned that he hadn't been feeling well. Sighing, the blond headed over to the two robots.
"Mike's sick?" He asked.
"Aye, lad. Poor boy called in today. Luckily, the ol'guard could cover em." Foxy answered, nodding.
"He has not called you about such things?" Freddy asked, looking surprised.
Jeremy sighed. "Nah, that's like him. Doesn't want me to worry. I'm going to head over there real quick and be back in an hour. If anyone asks where I am, tell them to fuck off."
"Word for word, I promise." The bear rolled his eyes as Jeremy left.
"Oh, Jeremy, wait. If you're going to go see Mike, you should get him something. Like a blanket." Bonnie cut in. "Chica and I heard from Scott that it helps, right?"
Jeremy paused, pondering that. "Yeah, helps keep you warm...that may be a good idea."
"Oh, then I know!" Chica quick waddled off towards the west hall. Jeremy sighed.
"Hurry up..."
She came back, holding a blanket. The engineer sighed. He didn't want to give Mike a gross, moldy blanket that had been in storage for years and likely smelt awful. But she held it out, looking proud of herself.
"We've had this as a gift but none of the kids wanted it."
It had the animatronics on it. The main four, plus Spring and Goldie. It was actually in decent condition as he looked it over. It felt new, and it didn't smell. Surprised, he nodded.
"Thanks. I think he'll like this."
He headed for Mike's apartment. He buzzed in, knowing the door would be unlocked for him when he came to the door. He let himself in. Mike was curled up on the couch, a mess of tissues on the floor and he was sipping something.
"Hey, the robots said you called in today. You should've told me." He greeted, throwing himself down next to Mike. "Here, I brought you this."
"You did? I think you mean they picked it out for you." Mike snorted, putting down his steaming tea. "Thanks. All my blankets suck..."
Jeremy put it around him. "Then buy more. Idiot. I'm going to make you something before I go back to work."
"You left work? Jeremy..." Mike groaned as he raided the others kitchen.
"Hush, sickie. Just cuddle your new blanket while I get you some soup."
"You stay away from my salt then..."
R. Rage
"Jeremy!"
The blond groaned. He tried his pull the pillow over his face, not knowing what was going on but there was no way he was getting out of bed. He was exhausted. He'd worked late, despite coming in early, since there had been a huge birthday and they asked him to be there on standby just in case.
"Jeremy! Get up, you said we were going out today remember?" Mike stormed into the room, knocking his door down. "Oh good, not even out of bed. And here I waited for you for three hours."
Jeremy stiffened. Shit. They'd had a date. He contemplated not moving. Maybe if Mike thought he was dead, he wouldn't be upset. But the pillow was yanked from his grip, leaving him staring up at a very angry guard.
"I'm a huge asshole, I totally forgot. They had me working a lot longer than I thought and I headed straight here."
"And I bet the animatronics conveniently forgot too right?" Mike shot back.
...Was that why Foxy had told him good luck? He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Bonnie told me to get flowers..."
"Cute. I like lilacs by the way." Mike scowled.
"Please don't tell him, he'll do worse than rip me apart." Jeremy mumbled.
The brunette kicked his bed. "You should be worried about what I'm going to do to you! I waited for three fucking hours! I called, I texted, I even called work and asked Vincent and Fritz where you were!"
Oh great, so even Vincent knew. He wasn't going to live that down. He sat up, trying to think of what to say. Even though he'd been tired and it'd been a long day, it was no excuse. He couldn't believe he'd slept through the phone calls. He always made sure his phone was right by his head.
"Mike, seriously, I'm sorry. I don't know how I could've..." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I never sleep through my phone. But we can go now, if you still want..."
"Oh no. I'm not hungry after sitting there for three hours and getting pity looks from the waitresses."
Jeremy cringed. "Okay...uh, how about we go somewhere else then? We can go see a movie, or get some ice cream."
The other made a noise. "You don't get it, do you? I don't want to waste more of my day. Holy fuck, Jeremy, all you had to do was call me and say you needed to sleep first! You had the fucking robots remind you before you left work and you still forgot! Usually you text me anyway when you get outta work, did you just not want to do this? You could tell me that, you're not going to hurt my feelings if you need a day to yourself, but don't leave me hanging-"
Jeremy kissed him. He knew too well how worked up Mike could get, and if he kept going, he'd start to panic or worse, start crying. He couldn't deal with crying, he was awful at being reassuring.
"I really hope you don't think that helped you any." Mike hissed when he pulled away, face red.
He kissed his nose. "No, but I don't want you to get worked up. I'm really sorry, I don't know how I let myself forget. You know I'd never blow you off."
Mike deflated slightly. "Yeah..."
"Still, it was a dick thing to do. So let's just get some ice cream, and I'll take you to a movie. And since Sunday's aren't busy, I'll take you to dinner. Okay?" The engineer offered softly.
"...Fine."
S. Scars
Jeremy almost instantly regretted giving Mike a key to his apartment. Especially since this was the second time the guard had let himself in and woken him up. Sighing, he sat up, seeing Mike messing with something at his desk.
"Whazit?"
"Hey Jeremy. You mentioned once that the skin around your scars is sensitive right? I got you something, it's supposed to help..."
Jeremy gave him an odd look. "That's a weird fucking thing to bring up."
"Yeah, well, whatever. Move over." Mike grumbled and sat next to him on the bed. "Might be kind cold."
"You're so fucking weird." The blond mumbled, rolling his eyes as Mike moved his hair out of the way. "What you should've done is got a nurse outfit."
The brunette gave him a look. "I took to spying and bribery to find out the nature of your injuries. Scott was more than willing to help me. So I looked around and found this stuff, it's supposed to help the skin's sensitivity and help with scar tissue."
"You don't like em?" Jeremy mumbled as he felt the other smear the weird cream on his head. He winced; the shit was freezing.
"I do. But the scar tissue could mess up with other stuff."
The blond laid there until Mike finished. It felt weird. He hated lotion because of the way it felt, sitting on his skin. Mike mumbled something about a washcloth and went into the bathroom.
"Don't make that face. It's only for a few minutes." Mike said. He sat back down next to Jeremy on the bed. "And since you didn't even cry, I brought you something."
"And it ain't even my fuckin' birthday." Jeremy drawled softly, eyes closed.
He heard the guard leave. He really hoped Mike wasn't doing something weird or destroying his living room...He perked up when he smelled pizza. Mike looked sheepish as he came in with a box, the obvious Freddy logo on the top.
"Since you liked my last one, I made you more...?"
Jeremy grinned, taking it eagerly. "Fuck yes."
"You shouldn't eat in bed...ugh, whatever. I need to get home, let me know if that stuff works okay?" Mike said, getting his things together.
"Next time, bring the maid outfit!" Jeremy called as he left, smirking when he heard Mike grumbling and tripping out his door.
T. Turmoil
"He's definitely in a mood. Ya might wanna stay away, newbie." Vincent said as he dusted off his jacket. "Blondie only gets like that once and awhile and ya wanna be far away when he does."
"Did something happen today?" Mike asked.
The two were cleaning up a table after a birthday. Scott and Fritz were somewhere else, but apparently he'd just missed Jeremy leaving. Which was odd. Jeremy usually hung around when he knew Mike was coming in. Frowning, the brunette wiped his hands off on a napkin.
"We had an issue with one of the dads. His son put his hand into Spring's mouth when he snuck into the back. Jeremy freaked out. I don't blame him, we had a very...close incident even before blondie's accident."
They did? "What happened?" He asked.
He didn't know Vincent well. He tended to avoid him, since he liked teasing Mike mostly to get at Jeremy. But the few times they'd spoken, the man always had a large, almost creepy smile on his face and was very animated when he talked. But the smile slipped off and the other looked...dangerous.
"One of the kids forced another into Goldie's mouth as a prank."
Mike felt himself paling. "Oh god...is he alright?"
"Yeah. Spring was there, stopped Fredbear's mouth from closing. It was a fucking stroke of luck that the bunny was even awake...they'd turned him off..." Vincent sighed. "Anyway, it was a close incident and they retired the two after that. But everyone knows about the Mangle accident."
"And...what exactly happened then?" The guard asked hesitantly. "I mean, Jeremy said they bit him. But...well, he doesn't want to go into details."
Vincent gave him a wry grin. "What am I, your gossip source? Not much to say really, unless ya ask Mangle. Some of them were twitchy after someone tampered with their facial recognition systems. But Mangle has always been more exposed to that kinda crap since they're usually in pieces. So, Jeremy walks by, a electric current went into the wrong wire, and Mangle lunges down."
"...and after that?"
"Well, it was...a scene. There's blood everywhere, Mangle's frizzing out, we don't know what to do because if we get their jaw open, maybe it's all that's holding Jeremy's head together...Had to evacuate the room, wait for an ambulance. Once they got Jeremy free, he was rushed to the hospital. We went to see him, but he was in a coma for three, four months." Vincent explained.
"A coma, he says." Scott cut in, looking put upon. "Poor kid didn't seem like it, even while he was asleep he'd scream and thrash. I didn't even know you could sedate someone sleeping."
"Hilarious aren't they?" Fritz grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Mike frowned. "But he came back to work here anyway?"
"Sorta. We had been closed down at that point. Opened this location, and the manager offered Jeremy to come back. They were going to trash the toys, start fresh..." Scott sighed. "That was the first time we saw the infamous Fitzgerald temper."
"You know how Jeremy makes Foxy bring him his tool box?" Fritz asked in a loud whisper. Vincent was grinning again as Mike nodded, confused. "He does that so he doesn't throw it at someone. Cuz he grabbed his bed and threw it at the poor guy."
Mike blinked. Then blinked again. Threw...a hospital bed? He tried to mentally calculate what that would weight... "Huh?"
"You should've seen Vincent when Jer sent him to the hospital!" Scott laughed.
Vincent scowled at that. "Yeah, it was great. Clocked me in the face with a wrench."
"We're off subject, as great as that was to see..." Fritz said. He ducked away when Vincent made to smack him. "Obviously, when Jeremy was in the hospital, they had to remove his frontal lobe cuz Mangle disconnected it. And he never said why, but he was furious that they were going to get rid of the toys."
That...was an odd reaction. Now, of course, it made sense. Jeremy tried hard to be nice to Mangle when the fox was around from the rafters, and the toys really looked up to him. But at the time, when he'd just woken up...why wouldn't he want that?
"What're you fuckers doing, having a pow-wow?"
Mike jumped. Jeremy scowled at them, looking suspicious. His jacket was in his hand as he stormed into the restaurant. "We're pretending to work."
"I don't buy that from you, of all people so don't even try lying to me." The blond snapped at him. Despite knowing Jeremy couldn't help it, he flinched, stung. "Fucking hell, you're all useless. Where's the damn fox?"
He headed for the cove. Mike watched him go. Well then...he'd never been on the receiving end of that before. He glanced over at the others, who all shrugged. They were too used to it.
"He'll calm down. That kid today nearly lost a hand. Spring was off, so his body reacts to sound. The old models are weird like that. If Jeremy hadn't come in, he woulda definitely clamped down." Scott said, putting a hand on Mike's shoulders. "Now come on, Mike. Go do your job."
He considered not. Maybe he should go to Jeremy and see if he couldn't help? But Vincent shook his head, knowing what he was thinking, and even Fritz was vehemently motioning 'no'. They knew Jeremy better than he did, right? Sighing, he headed for the office.
Did this even count as a first fight?
U. Umbrella
"Oh, it's raining again. Sometimes I wish we could go out there." Bonnie said as he and Chica looked out the front of the restaurant.
"It's not that great. You get cold and your socks get wet." Mike mumbled as finished up writing up a report for the manager. He really wanted Mike's opinion on where more cameras could go.
"Socks? Maybe we should wear them and go out into the rain..." Chica wondered.
"I believe you'd cause Mr. Fitzgerald some grief if you did." Freddy gently cut in as he wandered from the kitchen.
Mike sighed. He felt like he was forgetting something. Damn robots had distracted him. He rubbed his eyes and cracked his back as he stood up. His eyes drifted, seeing Bonnie, Chica and Freddy were talking, still looking out the windows, and he spotted Foxy, Spring and Goldie off near the bathrooms with cards. Hadn't they learned poker? He watched Spring trying and failing to hide cards.
"Crap!" He fell into the table. "Jeremy needs an umbrella!"
"What's the matter, Mr. Schmidt?" Freddy asked.
Mike groaned and quickly grabbed his jacket. "I forgot to give back Jeremy's umbrella. I need to go get him. I don't want him to walk in this, and he loaned me his like a month ago. You guys mind covering for me? It'll just be a few minutes."
"Are you sure? You get sick quite easily..." Freddy warned.
"I'll be okay in my car. I'll be right back. If someone breaks in...uh, don't kill them?" He offered weakly. He pretended to not notice the look the bear gave him in response. "Be back in a second!"
He let himself into Jeremy's apartment. The blond had whined about it, but hadn't asked for the key back. Mike shook his head; Jeremy was definitely odd. And after his snappy mood a week ago, well, they hadn't really had any time to themselves. He didn't know how long these moods lasted, or how to defuse them, and Jeremy seemed still pretty grumpy.
"Jeremy? I got your umbrella." He called, looking around.
The engineer peeked out from the kitchen. "You didn't have to come here for that, you know."
"Yeah, but I remember you saying you needed to walk to work. I didn't want you walking in the rain." Mike said, shrugging. "It's not like you live far anyway. The only thing I gotta worry about is if someone breaks in if Freddy and the others tear him into pieces or something."
"You'd likely find them stuffed into something." Jeremy answered softly. Mike followed him into the kitchen.
It was oddly weird. Mike shifted as he watched Jeremy's back, the blond messing with some pans and cooking something. Maybe he should've grabbed him something from work? But maybe Jeremy was sick of pizza...
"You can say it, you know." Jeremy mumbled.
"Say what?"
The other sighed. "That I've been an asshole lately. I know it slips a lot. I can't do much about it, but...ya know. Not really an excuse to treat you like shit."
"Actually, I've been more worried about you worrying about that." Mike said.
"Well, ain't we in tuned to our emotions and shit. But really. I have been. Fritz told me I needed to stop being a prick to you. Cuz I have been."
"You could make it up to me by explaining what happened." Mike offered, leaning against the counter.
"Some shitty brat snuck into the back. Fritz and Scott didn't see him. I noticed him as I came out from the back so I followed him. He went into that stupid fucking room by the bathrooms where they keep Spring and Goldie, kid's trying to pry Spring's mouth open." Jeremy sighed, scowling at nothing. "Fucking idiot almost lost a hand."
"You got to him in time though." Mike said.
"Yeah, and then got screamed at by his dad about how I dare raise my voice to his son. Asshole is lucky I didn't have something with me..."
"From the stories Fritz and Scott tease Vincent with, I doubt you need anything." Mike teased, grinning.
Jeremy snorted. "Maybe. Whatever, it just...got me on edge is all."
Mike waited for him to relax slightly before he leaned over and pecked his cheek. The blond gave him an unamused look. "You're such a worrier. I can only imagine what you'd be like with your own kids."
"I'd be the best fucking dad ever thank you."
Mike pecked him again. "I gotta get back. I'll see you when you come in, okay?"
Jeremy mumbled something, cheeks slightly pink. The guard rolled his eyes and headed back to the pizzaria, feeling better than he had all week.
V. Victory
Mike looked around, trying to find where Jeremy was. He'd texted him about coming in a little early, but hadn't explained why. It was already ten, so the pizzaria was closed. Confused, the guard wandered in and began looking around.
"Hey Mike. Are you looking for the others?" Chica asked. She had a handful of plates and was heading for the kitchen. "Jeremy is hiding in the arcade."
Arcade? Mike rolled his eyes. "Thanks Chica."
He headed for the small area that was the 'arcade'. He glanced around, seeing Jeremy and Scott at one of the rolling ball games they had. Foxy was there, but the other animatronics seemed to be busy somewhere else.
"Am I intruding on your date?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, three way date." Scott grinned.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, shoving the Head Guard. "Moron. Vincent wanted us to have a tournament but then the asshole is too scared to show up."
"He means that Vincent is sick. But I guess scared fits too."
Mike chuckled. "And you called me in anyway?"
"Yeah. Me and Scott decided to go on with it anyway. You're gonna get to see me win." Jeremy said.
"Right. You've only been terrible at this all day." The guard quipped at him.
Mike watched them both. "You're both pretty terrible actually."
It went on for a bit. The younger guard was horribly bored. He really should go get himself something to eat instead, nothing beat free pizza, or maybe a drink while they fought it out at a child's game. Foxy was torn between who to root for until Freddy came in and told him to get to work. Mike was about to leave when Jeremy violently kicked the small machine.
"Fuck!"
"Hey, don't be a sore loser. And you break those, you pay for them." Scott teased, grinning.
"What do you even win anyway?" Mike asked.
"Jeremy's going to buy me a new Foxy plush." He sounded oddly proud of himself.
Jeremy hissed. "You have like, nine of them! Why the fuck do I gotta buy you another one?"
"Loser weepers~"
He took off, laughing to himself. Mike shook his head. And Jeremy called the animatronics children...He glanced over, not sure if he needed to actually comfort the other, before yelping when the engineer pecked him.
"Victory kiss." Jeremy said.
"But you lost." Mike argued, flushing.
"I still deserve it for effort, right?"
W. Water
"Jeremy! Are you in?"
Mike paused for a moment at the engineer's door. Hearing nothing, he sighed and let himself in. The blond wasn't at work, so he had to be here. There weren't too many places he could hide in, and he only really went to their usual dinner with Mike now. The brunette listened in as he dropped his bags of groceries.
"Jeremy?"He called again. Still nothing. He grumbled to himself. "You better not be waiting somewhere to scare me..."
He took off his shoes and put the groceries away. He paused when he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He flushed slightly; of course. He was in the bathroom. There wasn't any water noise, so he must've been taking a bath.
He knocked on the door. "Jeremy?"
"Oh, shit! Don't scare me like that, I thought you were a perverted burglar!" The others voice was muffled through the door.
"I got you some stuff. It's in the fridge. I'll come back later-"
"Mike, don't be a giant fucking baby. Get in here. We both got dicks don't we?"
The brunette hesitated, face warm. He sighed and opened the door. Jeremy gave him a look as he snuggled into the water. There were a lot of bubbles. Mike thought about commenting but thought better of it.
"Your face is red, ya fuckin' pervert."
"Y-you're the one who invited me in!" Mike stuttered, blushing. "God you're an asshole. Anyway, while you take your precious bubble bath, I'm going to make us something to eat."
Jeremy perked up. "What're you making me?"
"You get nothing. Asshole."
X. X-Ray
"Your apartment is such a mess...how do you ever find anything in here?" Mike grumbled, going through the stack of papers Jeremy had shoved under his bed.
"I don't."
The guard rolled his eyes, sighing. Figures. He wondered why he even agreed to help with this; rather than doing something nice like watching TV together or having dinner, he was stuck helping Jeremy find some papers he needed for a physical. That was important of course but still...
"I'm not going to find any porn in here am I?" He called.
"If you do, let me know. Never bought that shit so I'd be curious how it got there."
Mike snorted. Most of these were bills or receipts. He paused, realizing they were from a large amount of different hospitals. Well, this was the right track then. He tried to go through without reading them; he'd rather not invade Jeremy's privacy and he didn't want to snoop. He still felt bad enough about asking Vincent about the accident.
How many bills did he have? Mike frowned, seeing all the papers. It was ridiculous...he hadn't thought of how many follow up visits his boyfriend would have needed. Even now he likely had to make sure he went back constantly to make sure things were working. He sighed. He definitely needed to keep an eye on Jeremy then, just in case.
He paused when the next paper was a different texture. He flipped it over. It was an x-ray. He swallowed, looking at the picture. It showed what seemed to be Jeremy's skull and showed the many fractures. It was frightening to see the small, spiderweb-thin lines forming around the gaping hole at the front of his skull.
The next was an actual photograph. Jeremy looked far younger, but Mike was too busy staring at the bandages and the red, bright stains. They'd wrapped his entire head, and there were bloodstains everywhere. There were even hints that blood had been pouring into the blond's eyes but had been hastily cleaned up.
"If you can't find it, whatever, I can do something...you shouldn't look at those."
Mike didn't argue when Jeremy grabbed the pictures away from him. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to snoop..."
"Man I looked like shit. Whatever, anything else in there?" He asked.
"No, uh, just bills really..."
Jeremy was always so flippant about what happened. He shrugged and threw the pictures onto his desk before leaving. Mike wanted to disregard it but he couldn't. His stomach was in knots. A few inches deeper, and...he'd never have met Jeremy. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was best not to think like that. He loved Jeremy, and he did get to meet him. And right now, he needed to stop mooping and get to finding the others papers so he could go make sure his injuries hadn't worsened. He glanced at the picture one last time before heading out, grumbling about how his idiot boyfriend was such an idiot before he kissed him, leaving Jeremy very confused.
Y. Year's End
"There ya are, Mike. We were worried you weren't going to be here."
Mike chuckled as he walked into the restaurant. Vincent followed up his greeting with raising his glass of what the guard likely assumed was alcohol. "Hey. Sorry, went to see my mom first."
"Such a mama's boy. Your lover boy is looking for ya." The black haired man rolled his eyes.
"Thanks, I think."
He headed towards the stage. Jeremy and Fritz were there, along with most of the animatronics. Spring and Goldie were sitting on the stage, Spring laughing about something the gold bear was saying and the main three were huddling around the employees. Mike tried to look around for Foxy, but didn't see the pirate.
"Hey, there you are, Mike." Fritz greeted, grinning.
"Bout time." Jeremy said, pecking his cheek.
Mike flushed, pulling away. He didn't like showing affection in front of Fritz or Vincent for very different reasons. "Sorry but I'm here now. What are we doing?"
"Mostly drinking. Freddy has claimed serving drinks, so you have to ask him if you want anything." Fritz snorted. "He's mostly trying to be his usual bossy self."
"What an absolute shock." Mike mumbled.
"We got normal drinks too. Poor blondie here isn't allowed to drink." Vincent cut in.
Mike blinked, looking at the blond. "Really?"
Jeremy shrugged. "Yeah. Problems with blood circulation, motor skills, my shitty memory anyway. It's just not a good idea. So I'm sipping my eggnog and taking the company's soda."
The guard hadn't known that, but then again, he wasn't much of a drinker anyway. So he nodded, deciding that eggnog sounded better anyway. Scott wandered over to join them. Eventually, they all decided to waste the time until year's end by getting out some cards.
"What a surprise, we're playing poker again..." Jeremy grumbled.
"I wanna play too!" Spring cut in.
"Spring, you're awful at poker. And at cheating. Why don't you guys play your own card game?" Scott asked, chuckling.
"Foxy took all our cards though..." The gold bunny whined.
Jeremy sighed. "Go take them! He's missing a fucking hand, I think you guys can take him."
"Wha, hey! Leave him alone." Scott argued.
Mike rolled his eyes. He saw Freddy trying to gently calm down the bunny as Bonnie and Chica shrugged back at him. Well, that explained where Foxy was then. Goldie finally said they'd ask Foxy to play with them and they all left, Freddy reluctantly giving up his job as server.
"Ever wonder how they turned out like that?" Fritz asked as he looked over his hand.
"I assume it's supernatural." Vincent mumbled.
"Fuck that. You realize how many times they need new harddrives in their heads?" Jeremy snorted. "They're fucking learning. Like, every second their computers double in size. Fucking skynet shit there."
"Well, when Freddy takes over the world and demands to become our lord and savior, I'll remember this excellent conversation." Mike drawled, throwing three cards down. "Why can't we ever play Go Fish?"
Z. Zippers
"Here? Really?"
Jeremy heaved a put-upon sigh as Mike smacked his hands away. "We're both here, aren't we?"
"Yeah, at work. Under monitored cameras." Mike hissed, face red. "I recall Bonnie cutting in last time we did anything."
"Yeah, and I made sure he's busy. And that the others are busy. And the kitchen cameras never work anyway, right?"
Mike hesitated, mouth opening and closing. Jeremy rolled his eyes and pulled back, letting Mike get off the metal counter. What a spoil sport.
"We don't have to do shit, you know. I thought I'd be spontaneous."
"I, I don't mind just...you surprised me." Mike mumbled.
"Mike. Seriously. It's fine, I didn't wanna freak you the fuck out like this. Now come on, we can at least use the fucking robots being distracted to do something else." Jeremy offered, grinning.
He was vaguely surprised when Mike shook his head. The other pulled the blond close and kissed him, the two falling back against the wall of the kitchen. Jeremy yelped when he felt him pulling on his jeans zipper, giving the guard a look.
"What? No cameras right?" Mike asked smugly, smirking.
"...I really fucking love you okay?"
xxxxxx
And here we are~ Finished. I hope you all enjoyed, especially Valkyrie who's been so patient with me through out this journey. Enjoy all and see ya in the next fic.
MRIMO