I am so sorry for the delay! I have been very busy with school, and mostly Physics sigh. I have no intentions of abandoning this story. If I don't update frequently or out of order it's because of school work that is killing me.
Alright, let's play a game. There is a hidden fandom/ TV Show reference in this chapter. First one to find it wins a personalized hug from Freddy Fazbear!
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Jeremy inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the door of his apartment, letting Mike come in and then going in himself, and closed the door. He led Mike to the living room, and pointed at an arm chair, upon which Mike sat.
"I'll make some hot chocolate, I will be right back. Make yourself at home."
Mike looked around the house. It reminded of his early college days too, when he too was a broke college student in desperate need of money.
The apartment was fairly small, since Jeremy was living alone. Mike wandered around the room for a bit, eventually settling in front of a picture. He studied it, immediately noticing Jeremy in the picture. He appeared to be holding a child. A little girl, about 10 years old.
Just then, Jeremy emerged from the kitchen, grasping a cup in his hands.
"Here you go." As Jeremy handed the cup to Mike, he noticed that he was staring at his family pictures.
"Who's that?" Mike asked, pointing at the little girl in the photograph.
"Oh, that's my sister. We are pretty close."
"How old is she now?"
"13."
Mike smiled. He was very, very glad to have found Jeremy and help him, or he would probably never see his sister's face again.
"Sit down. I'll get you a blanket."
"I don't really need the blanket, Jer-"
"Nonsense! You know you do!" Jeremy ran off and was back within 10 seconds, holding an orange blanket.
"Here. This is my shock blanket. I wrap myself in the blanket when I'm in shock, and I know that right now, you are."
Mike accepted the blanket, and wrapped himself with it. Cup in hand, he sat down on the armchair, and Jeremy sat on the one opposite him.
"So."
"So what?"
"Talk."
"Are you pretending to be my therapist?"
"You have a therapist?"
"Of course I do, I am scarred from that place!"
"And yet you are helping me."
"I, I don't want you to end up like me. I am just a shell of what I used to be. You are very young, you should have never come to Freddy's."
"I really need the money. Plus, I can't even leave, seeing as how the manager will stuff me in the suit himself. He seemed very friendly though."
"Heh, yeah," Mike said, cracking a smile. Jeremy looked into his eyes.
"That's not the only reason you're helping me, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"There's another reason, but I can't figure it out."
Mike took a deep breath.
"I didn't want you to go through this alone. You wouldn't know what to do, you would panic, and probably get stuffed within the first day or two."
"Did you go through the week alone?"
"Not exactly."
"Did someone help you?"
"I guess you can say that. On the first night, while I was looking through all the cameras, the phone rang. Before I could pick it up, someone started talking. I realized it as a voicemail left for me."
"By who?"
"The previous security guard. He started explaining everything. I felt sick to my stomach. Those murders, the living animatronics… It all felt so wrong. After recovering from the initial shock, I went through the night, with that phone guy helping me."
"He seems like a nice guy."
"Yeah. Then came night 4."
"What happened on night 4?"
"I listened to his message. He seemed a lot more anxious than he was before. Then, I heard banging on the door. It didn't take me long enough to realize it was coming from the phone."
"Oh God."
"He proceeded to tell me that he was going through a bad night. The last words he uttered were 'uh oh', and I heard that demonic laugh, raspy breaths and the jingle. That damn jingle. Then, he signal got cut."
"So, is he…?"
"Dead? Probably. Stuffed in a suit? Most definitely."
"I'm sorry, man."
"It's okay. Besides, I never even knew him."
"But it still hurts, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. I mean, he practically saved me from death." Mike let out a forced laugh.
"Then came night 5. Immediately after checking the cameras, all the animatronics were out. Including Freddy. Then, I checked the camera next to my right door. And I saw two white orbs. He was staring directly at me."
"Oh my God."
I immediately closed the door, and he left after some time. But I had forgotten to close the left door. I checked the room Foxy is in, and he was nowhere. The curtains were wide open. I panicked and checked the hallways, trying to find him. And I saw the bastard running in full speed, right into the office."
"Did he…"
"No, he didn't get to come in, because I sprang up from my chair with force I could have never achieved and shut the damn door immediately."
Jeremy had gotten pale by hearing Mike. Mike wrapped himself tighter in the blanket and continued.
"After a rather eventful night, the time ticked to about 5:55 AM. I lifted the tablet to take a look at the cameras as usual, when I heard a raspy breath. I immediately knew what it was. Either Bonnie or Chica. They had gotten in, and were slowly walking up to me."
"And what did you do?!"
"I started crying. And prayed that 6 AM would come. And it did. I heard the bell ring, and immediately set don the tablet. What I saw made me scream. There was Bonnie, right in my face, frozen."
"So you have a reason not to return to that place again."
"Exactly."
"Will you be able to come tonight or…?"
"Yeah, I ain't leaving you alone."
"Thanks, man. Hey, no need to go home today. Get some sleep. We both need the rest."
Mike let out his first smile of the day. A real, genuine, warm smile.
"Thanks, Jer."
Jeremy patted him on the back.
"I'll be on the couch if you need me."
"Alright. Night," and with that, Mike let sleep overtake him.
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Rather short chapter today xD I'll make sure to update more frequently, don't worry xP
Current earworm: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Current obsession: BBC Sherlock, check it out it's so amazing I will make sure to write fanfics of it for sure