Hey everyone! I'm back with a new chapter. We'll be delving into the characters a bit more, so buckle up for the ride. This story is a mix of dreams come true and nightmares come to life. Let's get further into it shall we?
WARNING: Overall terrible parenting
Jeremy looked up when Mike stepped into the room, sitting beside him. Part of Mike's face was bruised, eye swollen in a way that made the blonde wince. Mike seemed to sense his stare, looking over at him. Jeremy flushed, looking back down at the work before him. "Are you alright today Jere?" Mike whispered, way too close to the blonde for comfort. Jeremy flushed, wondering when Mike began using his nickname. They'd only known each other for a few weeks but already they'd gotten closer than Jeremy would have expected. The blonde glanced back at Mike, unconsciously prodding at his face. "Ah," Mike said, "I see now. I'm fine, I promise."
"Okay," Jeremy said softly. The bell rang and Mike stood, ruffling the blonde's hair.
"Do you mind if I crash at your place until work?" The male asked.
"Not at all," Jeremy replied. Mike flashed a small grin and he smiled softly. They stood there for a moment before Mike frowned.
"Ah," he said, "I have to go home first and grab my stuff."
"It's fine," Jeremy said, looking up at the teen, "we can swing by there first." Mike only nodded and the two headed off.
It was raining outside when they left the school, and Jeremy ran out into it without hesitation. Mike gave an annoyed sound and followed after him. Eventually Jeremy slowed, allowing Mike to take the lead. They ran through the rain, Jeremy following Mike blindly. When Mike came to a stop, fitting a key into the front door, Jeremy was nearly shaking. 'Why is it so cold today?' he wondered as Mike forced open the door.
"I'm home!" He called out. There came no reply so Mike stepped in, waving for Jeremy to follow. The blonde did so, looking around. The house was average, but it seemed almost cold. "My room is upstairs. I'll just grab my work clothes and we can go. Just uh...stay here alright?" Jeremy nodded, watching as Mike hurried up the stairs. He looked around, curious, when the front door slammed open.
"You here boy!" came the angered shout. Jeremy jumped, releasing a little squeak as he whipped around. A man entered the room, eyes narrowed dangerously. "Who the fuck are you? What're you doing in my house?!" Jeremy stepped back, nearly shaking as the man approached him. For a moment the blonde thought he was about to be struck. "You trying to steal something kid?"
"N-no," he squeaked. Just as the man got closer, anger in his eyes, footsteps echoed behind him.
"He's not a thief dad," came Mike's voice. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, eyes narrowed at his father. "He's a friend." Mike's father scoffed, sneering at them.
"What, you couldn't find a girl to fuck so you found this kid instead? Well I guess he does kind of look a bit like a girl. Guess I shouldn't expect something more from you boy." Jeremy shifted, uneasy about this situation. Mike seemed unaffected.
'What's going on?' he wondered, 'It seems...wrong...'
"Ignore him," Mike whispered, grabbing Jeremy's hand, "Let's just go." He pulled Jeremy past his father, heading for the door.
"Fucking children," the man mumbled, "well when one of them gets screwed they'll deserve it." Jeremy glanced back over his shoulder as Mike pulled him from the house. Mike's grip was tight, and the blonde looked at him worriedly.
"Mike?" he questioned, "Are you okay?"
Mike seethed in his own mind, tugging Jeremy along behind him. The rain had faded to nothing more than a slow drizzle. 'I knew it,' Mike thought, 'I shouldn't have brought him here.' He sighed almost inaudibly, tightening his grip on Jeremy's hand. 'At least nothing happened.'
"Mike?" He paused, glancing at the blonde, "Are you okay?" The dark haired male gave a sharp nod.
"Let's just get to your house," he replied. Jeremy stayed silent, simply nodding. The blonde's fingers flexed and Mike recoiled, blinking slowly. "Sorry."
"It's fine," Jeremy replied, shooting him a small smile. Mike stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"The old man's an asshole," Mike commented. Jeremy made no response, simply continuing to head for his house. Mike internally sighed, shaking his head. 'Great...he's upset. Oh well...at least the man was sober.'
They were silent the rest of the walk to Jeremy's house, both lost in their own thoughts. Even once they got up to Jeremy's room the blonde was nearly silent. It was only when Jeremy sat down that the blonde spoke. "We should do some homework while we're here," he said. Mike nodded, taking up residence on the floor. After a few minutes Jeremy sighed and came down to sit beside him, head leaning against his shoulder. "Don't do anything reckless," the blonde murmured, eyes shutting gently.
"Jeremy?" Mike questioned, putting an arm around the blonde. He snuggled closer.
"Promise me?" he asked, blue eyes glancing up at him full of innocence, "just...be cautious with your life okay?" Mike stroked the blonde's hair with a hand, Jeremy simply shutting his eyes again.
"Yeah," he said quietly, "I promise. I'll be careful."
'Does he know?' Mike wondered as he entered work, putting on his hat and sitting down. 'Dad was being less of an insane ass than usual. Still...Jeremy seems to catch onto things others normally wouldn't. I should be careful anyway.' He sighed as he flipped on the camera system, eyeing the animatronics on the stage. None of them had moved. Yet. Bonnie's head turned, staring at the camera. 'Stupid rabbit,' he thought bitterly, 'Just try and fuck with me tonight.' Bonnie cocked his head and Mike rolled his eyes, changing cameras. He'd heard about the old animatronic that had been out of order for a while. His boss said that some of the workers had heard strange noises coming from the room, and it eased his nerves to check in. The normally vacant room had changed. The curtains that shielded the stage had been pulled wide open, the fox within placed on the edge of the stage. "What the fuck?" he hissed. What kind of joke was this?
A metallic laugh echoed through the cameras as Foxy lifted his head, golden eyes boring into the camera. His hook raised, waving. "Ready fer ol captain Foxy mate?" came a garbled question. Blue eyes widened as he stared. The fox stood, wobbling on rusted and broken legs. With a laugh the fox retreated onto the stage, curtains pulling shut behind it. Mike watched for a moment and then flipped back to the main stage. Bonnie and Chica were missing, and Freddy's low laugh sounded through the room.
"Great," he muttered, flipping through cameras. Chica was in the main party room, waving at the camera. After a few more moments searching for Bonnie he rolled over to the door, flicking on the light. The rabbit appeared, grinning at him. He jumped, slamming a hand on the door button as Bonnie reached out.
"Don't be like that," came Bonnie's warped voice, "we can have some fun together!"
"I don't think so," Mike replied, going back to the cameras. Chica had moved, banging around in the kitchen. He chuckled, amused by her antics. 'She seems rather innocent. If any of them are actually dangerous then I doubt it would be her.' He checked the left door again. Bonnie was gone so he raised the door again. 'This isn't too hard. Just keep an eye out.' Something about the idea that they were stalking him made him amused. It was like a game. Like hide and seek mixed with tag. He just had to avoid becoming 'it''.
The next hour went smoothly, Chica giggling at him and Bonnie popping in and out on occasion. Then he recalled Foxy. Nervous, he switched cameras. Nothing. Not a single movement. He bit his lip, trying to remember all the controls he could use. Eventually he found the right one, flipping it on. Pirates Cove whirred to life, the curtains slowly opening. He waited patiently. His stomach dropped, blood running cold when he realized that the pirate fox was gone. A chilled laugh reached him, echoing through the office. He whipped around, spotting the fox poking his head through the open door. 'Shit...I lost focus.' He launched at the door button, but Foxy stepped in, blocking his way. The seven foot fox regarded him with a twisted smile.
"Did ye think ye'd win this game lad?" Foxy asked. Bonnie stepped up behind him, smiling. Chica's laugh echoed behind him.
'Oh shit,' he thought, gritting his teeth as he backed up to the desk. His hands groped for anything to use as a makeshift weapon, eventually landing on the unplugged fan. 'Not ideal, but it'll work I hope.'
"Too bad Freddy couldn't join us," Chica piped in, "but he never seems interested in our games." Mike swallowed, fingers curling around his weapon.
"But that means more fun for us!" Bonnie chirped. Foxy chuckled, cocking his head.
"Our game not be done yet," the fox stated, waving his hook threateningly. Bonnie and Chica's laughter tore through him, and he glared.
'Like I'm going to be beaten by some damned toys,' he thought. He stepped forward, swinging the fan in his grip. The device was heavier than the teen had thought, but it still connected to its target. It slammed against Foxy's jaw, making his head whip to one side with a clang. The fox straightened easily enough, glaring slightly.
"Ye want ta play lad?" he questioned, "then let our little game begin."
And...cliff hanger. Gotta love me right? Just kidding I know I tick people off some times. Some of you likely thought it'd be all sweet throughout the story right? Wrong. Shit's about to start. Stick around for the next chapter okay?
Bye-bye for now everyone. Hope you enjoyed.