NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES
WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Mistreatment to a lesser being
Mentions of murder
DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.
"Hey! Mikey, Mike!"
"Welcome, jackasses!"
"Th-Th-That's not n-nice."
"Hi Jerber!"
"And I don't get a greeting like that!"
"Grave Digger!"
"I'm gonna steal your 'number one employee'," Vincent smiles, hand offered to the shrunken man. More purposeful footsteps climb onto his hand as their leader grows increasingly comfortable with the less restraining away to pick him up, a wide smile displayed as the purple man then carries them away. Not even a moment later his second hand carefully collects James and Jeremy as they walk.
Well, walk and then blend into the shadows. God he fucking missed this.
"So Fritz told you our secret plan?" James smiles, sitting down as the stuttering guard simply latches onto Mike before the two sit down. Nether one attempts to break the embrace though, both extremely content with their life choices.
And no they weren't fucking DATING! WHAT THE HELL!
"Actually Douche Bag did. Sound about right?"
"Spot on. He's pretty stupid."
"Stupidest little bastard."
"G-G-G-Guys!" Jeremy exclaims, gently kicking at Vincent's hand and Mike's leg. The two only laugh before James nudges them as well.
"We had an argument-"
"Not this again!"
"-where Jeremy-"
"J-J-James!"
"-fell into the pancake batter."
"Oh my fucking God," Mike smiles, nudging his best friend before leaning forward, wanting to hear the details.
"They don't know who to blame though."
"What happened?"
"I w-was on his sh-sh-sh-sh-shoulder," Jeremy begins, face bright red as he remembers that day. And when he was still getting used to being tiny. Still scared of everything.
With Mike nowhere to be found. He was actually the first one they found, and that meant he was the only shrunken guard for at least a few days. That had been terrifying...
"And I wasn't doing anything special!" Vincent defends, leaning against the wall before closing his eyes fondly at the memory, a giant smile displaying floating teeth in the dark. "Well, unless you count flipping, but that's after the batter."
"And you're sure Jer was on your shoulder during this?" Mike questions earning a questioning look as he grins.
"Well, if you think about it, I think this jackass here was actually trying to taste the goddamn thing and fell in by himself. Maybe Purple Guy bumped into the counter or some shit, but Jer did everything."
James smiles widely when the two go completely silent, minds flickering back to the admittedly hilarious yet traumatizing experience for both human and shrunk stuttering guard.
Their eyes then light up, one wicked grin shadowing over an embarrassed hide of the face.
"You did do it yourself!"
"Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Shut up!"
"Thanks Mike! Now I can tell everyone you did it!"
"V-Vinceeeeeeeent!"
The rest of the hour went with trading stories. Mike didn't include any, but he listened rapidly to each and every one. Which, hilariously, was mostly about Jeremy getting stuck in or on something. Chocolate, the fridge, the table, cookie jar, even inside another pancake batter. Why, though, when the young adult swears it doesn't taste as good uncooked as it does cooked, they just claim he loves it enough.
And as the three leave, each with a hug before Vincent carefully walks back to Scott's house they all apparently were sharing, Mike was gifted with a charming smile by Abby as she leans on the counter.
"Ready for another day, Mike?"
She frowns when there's no immediate answer, watching those eyes stare longingly where the odd purple man and Mini-Me's left.
"Sure. Abby."
...am I?