First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for rushing this story by accident :( but THANK YOU GUYS for the reads! We're getting up there. I'm going to include highlight moments from Markipliers videos for either nights 4 or 5, and I'm also including 6 and 7. Anyway, ENJOY CHAPTER 6!

((THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNINGS AND I AM MORE THAN SORRY ;_; ))

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Chapter 6

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Jeremy's POV

I'm pretty sure I was one of those people who loved rushing things.

I personally believe that my "rushing" and "swiftness" came to be when I worked the nightshift. Always winding the music box and having to check the vents, flash the light, check to see who was lurking in the hallways, know when to throw the bear mask down. Anyway...

Just the other day I was preaching on how I hated Mike's guts. Now I was being all sappy and unnatural and poetic and...pathetic. But I just couldn't help the fucking butterflies I got in my stomach when I passed him. He didn't grow up to be a dick, he's good looking, hell! He even has the balls to keep this fucked up job.

Tonight, I sat alone in the dark of my apartment.

Waiting as the time passed.

It was only night three and I've been getting more and more anxious every night. Mike, from what I've seen, was too innocent. Too, well, Mike.

I had got an hour or so of sleep.

My brown hair was all over the place in a fluffy mess.

I was in and out of many different rooms. I even stepped outside a time or two before I noticed that it was 6:10 in the morning and I had only gotten about an hour of sleep, if that. I began to feel helpless.

The darkness surrounding me, both physically and mentally, was closing in on me.

I felt like I usually did in disheartening situations.

And when I felt like this, with this sense of hopelessness, I picked up my not so old habits...I proceeded towards the bathroom.

There, on the sink, sat the same razor that had left marks on my skin. Scars that were intentional and momentarily satisfying.

At this point, I remembered nothing from before, and up until, the day after my tenth birthday party...

It felt almost as if a shadow was lingering over me; forcing and coercing me into doing this. I sat cross legged on the freezing tile and took a deep breath before making the first fresh cut I've had in a while. I hissed.

I shut my eyes and waited a minute before doing it again.

Blood dripped onto the floor...I let out a heavy sigh when the pain began to go away. That "moment" of pain was really when the razor made contact with the skin. I've had some sort of resistance to pain since I was little, I know that. In fact, that might be the only thing I remember from being a little kid.

"Come on."

I pressed the razor harder into my skin. Nothing. Blood pooled at my feet and seeped into my white socks.

"Fucking work!"

I slashed my wrist with all my force.

A slight sting before blood poured and covered my pants.

I growled, tears brimming my eyes. Not in pain, but at the sheer fact that I couldn't feel it physically. I gritted my teeth and clutched my fist around the razor leaving a deep cut in my hand. "GOD DAMMIT!" I chucked the razor across the bathroom and ran my blood covered hands up my face and through my hair.

I was demented.

I hear a gasp come from the doorway. "Jeremy!"

Mike?

I looked up slowly and began to shake. "M-Mik-"

"Why is there blood everywhere?! Jeremy?! Jeremy!" He dropped to his knees and reached over to grab my wrists. He looked shocked. "J...Jeremy?" His voice was now just above a whisper. "Wha-?"

"I-I can't feel the pain, Mike..." I breathed out.

The younger male stared at me. I was a shaking, bloodied up, mess.

Mike didn't hesitate in wrapping his arms around me. He must have removed his work shirt on his way over. Why was he even here?

"...why are you here?" I muttered.

Mike released me and stood up. He had me sit on the sink when he unconsciously began to bandage me up. Quick reflexes. "I came to tell you about work," He furrowed his eyebrows while he rummaged through various cabinets. He pulled out my first aide kit and some other things. "the door was unlocked. I heard you talking, so I followed the noise and...and I found you like...this." He gestured to the blood. He narrowed his eyes on my arm as he grabbed some rubbing alcohol and gauze. He cleaned my arm and slowly started to wrap it up. "Why?"

I was silent.

He didn't seem to push me into talking.

I stated down at my lap where my left hand laid. The one that the razor had penetrated.

After a few minutes passed and Mike had moved to my hand, he looked up at me. " You didn't answer me..."

I shuffled around a little before I looked back at him. His eyes filled with wonder. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." I said in a brash tone.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "If dead children can posses animatronics, I'm sure that your story is believable enough." He laughed.

I smiled.

He smiled back.

"It's..." I started to search his eyes. "Do you remember my tenth birthday party?"

Mike tilted his head. "No. Why?"

"Neither can I...my life from birth till I turned ten I barley remember...all I know is that I'm virtually immune to pain. I don't know why, I just am."

Mike stared back at me.

I expected him to be weirded out, even leave.

But no.

He just stared up at me in curiosity. "Really?" He asked. I nodded slowly. Mike patched my hand up and held it for a moment before he glanced up at me. "You got blood all over yourself."

"Yeah...I do..." I answered in a daze.

"Maybe you should go get cleaned up..."

"I should." I answered simply.

No.

No, please god no!

Mike's stare grew soft. His lips barley parted. I stared back down at him. Wide, unsure eyes.

I slowly leaned forward; my eyes shutting.

Mike met me half way...our lips connected. My arms reached down to wrap around his neck. His lightly grabbing the sides of my blood stained face.

I felt him tense up and pull back.

I gave him a questioning glance. "Wh-"

"I, uh, I have to go." He retracted his hands from my face and hastily made his way to the door. "Mike, wait!" I called in the hopes of stopping him. All he responded with was, "Hope you feel better see you tonight!".

When the door shut I stared down at my arm and hand.

I stared back up at the door. "D-did I do something...fucking god, Jeremy! You ruined everything!" I yelled at myself.

I stalked back to the bathroom and got cleaned up.

My shift started at 7:00. It was 6:45.

Dammit all! The one time I actually show affection towards the guy like he's dreamed of, he ran off without any rime or reason!

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Mike's POV

He actually kissed me.

I mean, yeah he just self harmed himself, but he kissed me! And I just fucking ran off. Dammit all!

And, with my shift about to start, I headed inside the building.

Jeremy was gathering papers and such from the small office space. He glanced up but immediately averted eye contact. "Mike." He greeted in what sounded like a harsh tone.

I nonchalantly leaned against the doorway and rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. "Erm..." I saw his bandages. "I see their still holding up." I tried to strike up some kind of a conversation.

He wasn't responding.

"Jeremy..." I tried.

"Why?!"

I jumped a little. "Why...Why what?" I asked.

"I fucking finally try to give you what you wanted as a thank you for helping me but all you have to say is "Erm, I see their holding up" well I'm sorry that I'm suddenly not the interesting person in the world to you anymo-"

I swept inside the office and kissed him.

"G'night." I muttered before brushing past him.

His breathing was shallow as he reluctantly left the office. This wasn't going to end well for anybody...

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Night 4 in Mike's POV is coming up next! Along with Nights 5, 6, and 7 in the future. Thanks for reading and once again SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR ERRORS! Love you allxx!

(THERE'S A HUMONGOUS PLOT TWIST COMING UP IN THE SEQUEL TO THIS STORY SO PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO ANY HINTS!)