LONG AN AHEAD:
So things get a bit more interesting in this chapter 'o mine. I'm trying to piece things along as I go on so Ayup! That's a thing. Anyway, ENJOYXX
((I also lied, this story is now going to contain Mike's POV as well; Markiplier is my Mike Schmidt so that's who plays Mike in this and I'm taking stuff from the fnaf vids! COPYRIGHT GOES TO SCOTT CAWTHON AND MARKIPLIER))
PS, Since Markiplier and MatPat are the Jeremike in this story, each chapter will have references, both big and small, to their videos/blogs/etc. (EX: In the MIKE POV areas in this story, all of Mike's attempts and videos for each night are going to be included, such as the three, and extra, times Markiplier has attempted Night 2)
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Chapter 4
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Night two.
Shouldn't be that bad.
I mean, night one when I was a night guard was bad enough! That stupid puppet never ceased to piss me off. And then Bonnie, well, Toy Bonnie, would magically slide into my sight when I placed the mask on my head.
Bad memories...very, very bad memories.
But, since Mike has somewhat of a history with the animatronics, even though our childhood is getting fuzzy, he might be able to steer clear of them.
To be honest, everything that happened before I turned ten is just one big blurred memory.
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Mike's POV
"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats!"
"Yay!" I mocked.
"I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know..."
As I flipped through the cameras, I noticed that Bonnie wasn't in his place. Shit. I checked outside the door and-"HI! You got close real quick!
"Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I-"
I flipped the light on. "HEYzyuhe!" Fucking Bonnie was there!
"-guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right?"
"Yeah." I said sarcastically.
"I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views."
"I know!"
"-and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors."
"He is!"
"So if-if you can't find something,"
"Is he still there?" I mumbled. Fuck. "Ah! he's still there!"
"or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react..."
"Yeah..."
"Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."
"He's still there! I can see his shadow."
"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
"The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."
"I'm like a wild animal when I get cornered. I'll punch you straight in the gabba! Swear on me mum. Swear on me mum, everybody!" I'm ranting as I try to keep my mind off the obvious danger I'm in.
"Is he still there?!" I barely noticed the call end. "He IS STILL THERE! WhoA WHAT IS THAT?!" I'm starting to hallucinate the 'it's me' thing again! "What the hell was that? What happened? No, no, no, you can't tell me nothing happened! What the hell happened there?" I began to panic.
"You're gonna make me keep that door locked! He's just gonna STAND there! He's gonna stand there like a creep! You're gonna use up all my power! Ah crap this is not going good..."
Well this got off to a pleasant start, didn't it?
"Aww god I'm never gonna make it cause he's still THERE! Go away! Nobody likes you!" I opened the door. "HE'S STILL THERE! WHY?!"
Music started playing. "Why the music?" It was 2am. The duck? Whatever it was, it was in the dining room. "Where is he? Where the hell is he?" I managed to wheeze out. He was in the backroom. "Oh hi. There you are."
"AH-PHug you!" I flipped off the door after I slammed it shut.
I peaked at the cameras, which were all black. "Gah, you changed again?" I suddenly heard the sound of clanging metal off in the distance. "NO! OH GOD!"I suddenly realized where one of them might be. "Is one of them in the kitchen? The room that doesn't have a light in it?"
Everything was silent until something started singing 'Duh duh dum dum'. "NOO! NO NOERH!"
3am. I checked my door and SURE AS SHIT-"HAYzaeyze!" I tended to mutter incomprehensible words when I got nervous.
Slamming the door down, I began talking.
"You," I referred to Bonnie. "need to settle the 'F' down because I do not have enough power to make it through the rest of the night now, cause you're such a son of a bitch." I opened the door.
The hallucinations came up again. "No, nu, no! Don't do none of that! I don't care who it is. I don't care who, Freddy! You go to hell!"
"God, you assholes, it's only night 2!"
"I'm gonna make it through night 2-HEEEEAY WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU'RE STILL THERE? Ohkay." The chicken was outside the window. Then Bonnie showed up. Both of my doors were now shut; both draining an excessive amount of power.
I checked in cam 4b and the chicken, duck, thing looked mentally challenged. "Hi, friend..." I stated uncomfortably. "You're lookin' good!" I looked away for a sheer second before looking back. "Let me just say tha-oh you're gone. Ohhh where'd you go, where'd you go, where'd you go?"
And Bonnie was, once again, outside my door. "Ugnnn, why is he so close?"
I checked the other cameras. "Uh, I'm a baby...I'm a big baby. I want my mommy." I groaned childishly.
I suddenly had yet another revaluation. "Why'd I get this crap job? I could have gotten more money washin' dishes somewhere."
It was 4am. "At least Pirate Cove man is still...nice n'...s-AWDWAGHU!" Bonnie popped up startling me to death. I quickly slammed the door down.
5am. Eight percent. Foxy was peeking out of Pirates Cove. "Howdy, friend!" I greeted nervously. "Welcome to the party!"
"Oh two percent! Two percent milk." Wait, what? "Oh, one percent milk. Ugh. We're gonna go to skim. We're gonna go to skim levels of power."
The power meter reached zero percent. "Oh, I'm dead!"
"Hold out just a little longer! Just a little lon-oh." I groaned when the office went dark. Freddys eyes poked in through the door Bonnie was usually in and glowed brightly in the darkness. "Turn-T-turn to six! Turn to six!" Freddys song was playing as his lightened eyes blinked.
The clock turned over. "Oh..." I sighed in relief. As my hands dragged through my hair, I heard the power switch trick back on.
The heavy footsteps slumped across the floor and hopefully back to the stage.
I the heard running.
It sounded lighter than the animatronics though. Something, someone, rather, flew into the room scaring the crap out of me. "FUCK!" I yelped while flopping to the ground.
"Mike! You okay? I saw Freddy get situated back on the stage and-Mike?"
It was Jeremy.
I popped back up from the ground as my heart slowed down back to a comfortable speed. "Jeremy."
Jeremy did a once over on me and sighed. "...you okay?"
Since I've begun working here, I've noticed that Jeremy is being more nice to me. I'm not stupid. I know he hates my guts. And, over the past 16 years, I've slowly started to get the hints that he was dropping. Especially at his sixteenth birthday party. He had just gotten the job that I have, except in the other pizzeria surrounded by eleven animatronics. I was fourteen. I had the opportunity to have him but I screwed up.
"I, uh, I'm fine."
"Yeah, I tried to get in at, like, 5:30 but I forgot that my spare key was in my glove box..."
He was wearing his uniform.
"It's fine." I shrugged.
Jeremy nodded. "Oh...alright."
Yet another silent and awkward infested moment.
"You should head home." I was snapped out of my train of thought. Jeremy walked over towards me and patted my shoulder. "I've got it from here, Mike." His sympathetic smile almost seemed real.
I smiled back. "Alright."
"See you tonight." He waved me off.
When I got into the parking lot, I hopped in my truck and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the dash. I knew smoking wasn't good for you, but stress was a cruel thing. That's my excuse.
As I drive away, I can't help but feel the biggest pang of guilt for what happened back at Jeremy's 16th birthday party. 1987.
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So this just got interesting (NOT really sorry for the...OOC-NESS?) Also, I apologize for the mention of smoking. It doesn't last for long, I promise! Next chapter will mostly be a flashback! THANK YOU ALLXX!