ON TO CHAPTER 2! Minor, and or Major, trigger warning. I'm sorry! That's all I can say. No I've never done what is coming up, nor do I wish to because I'm quite content with my life, but Jeremy has issues that only one person can resolve. But, for now, all he can find is the razor connected to his wrist...I'm sorry.

CHAPTER 2

listen to: "Dreams" by Van Halen;

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Chapter 2

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I found myself mindlessly pacing around my apartments living room.

I tried sleeping, only to get a big "fuck you" from my brain. I just couldn't sleep. Stupid Mike. I shouldn't have let him take the job. That's just awful, you know? Letting someone fairly innocent become consumed by the literal insanity that you're wound up having to deal with night after night. Always fearing something, and or one, is going to kill you around every corner.

I bit my nails frequently as I went from wall to wall.

I was contemplating on calling Mike just to check in.

Besides, I was more worried about the establishments name being tarnished if anything were to happen.

I checked the time.

3:00 am was what the digital clock read. Jesus, I had the day shift! How was I supposed to wrangle up rowdy kids if I don't get enough sleep because some idiotic fuck face decided to take the worst job in the world?!

Calm down, Jeremy. The guy doesn't need anymore flack for doing nothing wrong.

After all, he's seen just as much shit that you have.

I slowly come to a halt as I look towards the opened bathroom. I make my way into the small area and hesitantly reach for the sharp metal piece sitting towards the back of the sink. As I reach for it, I make a mental list of pros and cons.

My heart becomes heavy with regret when I give into Its evil call. "I don't have to do this..." I mutter.

My entire arm shakes as I slide down the wall. When my bottom comes into contact with the tile below, I inspect the all to familiar object.

"So baby dry...your eyes...save all the tears you've cried...cause that's what dreams...are made of..." I sing lowly to myself. Tears form in my eyes. "cause we belong...in a world that must be strong...oh that's, what dreams, are made of..." My eyes slip closed as my head hits the wall behind my gently.

Just as I'm about to make the first cut, adding to my little collection, the phone rings.

I rush out of the bathroom, dropping the razor on the sink where it always lies, and picked the phone up. "Hello?"

"Jeremy?"

Mike. "Mike?"

"Uh, yeah, hey, just to clarify, I have to stay until six am right?"

"Yeah, correct." Darn. My voice was shaking.

"Alright, just making sure. Oh, and, uh, Bonnie's moving around a LOT."

Shit. I fake a smile so that Mike can at least feel a little safer through the phone. "Oh, he's a stinker, isn't he? Yeah, just make sure he doesn't get in. Make sure none of them get in, alright?"

"Wasn't planning on it." Mike chuckled.

There was a content moment of silence. I was the one to break it. "You need any help over there?" I asked. What am I doing?

"If you wanna stop by. I mean, it's up to you."

Jeremy, think about your decision wis- "Sure, I'll be there in a few." God dammit...

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It was around 4:00 when I arrived at the restaurant. I don't even understand what dragged me here. Maybe it was the guilt that I shoved to the back of my mind when I started working at the pizzeria. Maybe it was just the sheer fact that I had an unknown, hungry lust for the thrill of survival.

Whatever it was, I just sucked in a deep breath and slipped inside after unlocking the door.

I noticed that Bonnie was off stage and had managed to slip into the back room.

I shook my head and wasted no time in rushing to the office.

"Jeremy! Cheese and crackers, dude! I nearly had myself a heart attack."

I rolled my eyes and plopped down in the spare chair next to Mike. "Whatever. How are the fuckboys?" I asked before browsing the cameras myself.

Mike shrugged. "The bunny had one foot inside my room and I had this really weird hallucination about this golden bear..." He stressed.

I bit the inside of my cheek. "Golden Freddy already came out to play..." I mumbled.

Mike raised an eyebrow my way before smiling that stupid smile and humming an unrecognizable song. I glanced at the clock. I've only been here fifteen minutes and I was already tense.

"How was your first night?"

"...huh?"

"I, uh, asked how your first night working the nightshift was. I mean, you were here before I was." Mike asked a lot of questions about my past. I guess it was just sheer curiosity.

I sighed. "Well, my first night wasn't so great. Phone Guy, at least that's what I called him, had spoken about how the new animatronics at the time were rigged with fancy high-tech gear. They were tapped into some type of criminal database. He claimed that they might as well protect me from dangers. Little did I know how wrong he was. The older animatronics, the ones you're working with now, were being used for spare parts. I didn't exactly have the luxury of only watching five. I had to watch five plus a mini balloon based animatronic, endoskeleton, and a puppet."

Mike whistled in amazement. "Wish I had your skills, Jere." I gave him a sour look. He scrunched his nose. "Jeremy." He said apologetically.

A noise was heard outside the opened doors. "JEREMY, LOOK OUT!"

Mike rushed over to shut the door just as Bonnie began to creep towards me. 'Did he just save my life?' I ask myself silently. Mike checked the lights a couple times before the deranged chicken finally left. As a smile began to creep on my lips, I nodded. "Nice job, Mike." I complimented honestly.

"Really?" Oh god he was getting over excited again.

"Yeah, just don't let it go to your head." I warned. Mike closed his mouth, smirking widely, and sat back down.

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The clock chimed signalling the 6:00 am call.

Mike yawned and stood, as did I. We barley talked to one another. The quiet atmosphere was to peaceful to break. He sent a smile my way as we exited the building. "You did alright, Mike...for a beginner, that is..."

"Gee, thanks."

"Hey," I said while raising my hands. "Don't get me wrong, you were a good night watchman tonight. But, as the nights go on, they get harder."

Before Mike could question my statement, Fred pulled into the parking lot. Six ten sharp, like always.

"Good morning, Mike! And...Jeremy?" He asked a bit quizzical. I still have no idea how a man his age can wake up this early and be as cheerful as he is. He brushed his question off and smiled away. "How was the shift, son?"

"Not exactly what I was expecting, but fine nonetheless. I sort of enjoy the place. Even though the animatronics are a bit too friendly." He laughed.

Fred's smile faltered.

He wasn't one to blame the animatronics. Every time something bad happened that involved those poor things, they were either tampered with or dismantled. Needless to say how much time and effort we've put into protecting not only the customers, but the characters as well.

And after the 'Bite of 87', he's been extra cautious with who we hire and who we let go. One day this place is going to be mine...and that's what scared me the most.

"Well," Fred straightened up. "I've gotta head inside. Jeremy, go home and get changed. I'll see you back here at around seven?"

I snapped out of my trance and nodded. "Yeah. Sounds fine."

Mike smiled and bid goodbye to Fred.

"So, I guess I'll see you later then."

I nodded. "Yeah. Guess so."

Mike stood there staring at me. I chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm gonna go."

"Yup."

We stood there for about another minute; mindlessly staring one another down. As I stared at him, it felt like bits and pieces of the past were becoming more clear than they were before. Almost as if my childhood had become a haze and I was just now getting remembering everything, but not anything at all. It was hard to explain.

"Bye."

"Bye, Jeremy."

I forced my legs to move towards my station wagon. "Wonder what's worse, working with killer robots or working with annoying little brats all day..." I could never choose...

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I need to practice dialog and stuff like that for first person POV'S /-.-/ anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this one! More coming soon...hopefully!