Hey there everybody. Another chapter here for all of you, but first I have a favor to ask. I just had a fanfic I'd written a while ago entered into a writing competition. Now here's what I ask of you guys. If you could, could you go onto the site and vote on the story for me? It'd be a big help you guys. The contest ends around December 22nd I believe. Maybe a bit later. the site is (slash)YamiAngelOfTheNight. Thanks to anyone who does this.
'Mike…he left his keys here…' Jeremy rolled onto his back, keys hanging from his fingers. Not long after Mike left Jeremy had noticed the keys on his bed. He hummed, watching them clink together. 'I could always return them tomorrow but…he might need them for work or something.' Jeremy sat up, biting his lip before he stood. "No problem," he murmured, "I'll just stop by his work and return them." Plan in mind he nodded, going to grab his jacket and keys. Then he paused. 'I guess it would help if I actually knew where he worked…'
He grabbed his phone, checking the clock as he did so. 1:49. He wasn't so positive that anyone would answer him. He dialed the first number he found. Scott's. He waited as it rung, and then there was no response other than voicemail. He sighed, cutting the call and staring at his phone. 'I can't call Mike cause he's working,' Jeremy thought, 'Then who else…' Something sparked in his brain and he bit his lip, dialing the number. After a few rings it picked up.
"This better be good blondie." Jeremy smiled softly, shifting the phone.
"Good to hear you too Vincent," Jeremy replied. There was an annoyed groan from the other side.
"What the hell do you want Jeremy?" Vincent asked.
"I wanna ask you a question," Jeremy said, "about Mike."
"Really kid? You called me at almost 2:00 in the morning to ask about your boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend," Jeremy protested. A soft snort echoed from the phone.
"Fine, whatever. What'd you wanna know?" Jeremy smiled. Vincent could be a jerk sometimes but he wasn't all bad.
"I was wondering if you knew where Mike works," Jeremy stated, "he left something here and I wanted to go return it."
"Isn't this something you should be keeping tabs on yourself?" Vincent asked, "He's your piece of meat after all."
"Do you know or not?"
"Yeah, I know. He works night shift as a security guard at the pizzeria downtown. I heard Scott yapping about it one day. He works till 6:00 so he'll still be there. Better move your ass."
"Thanks Vince," Jeremy said, standing and pulling his jacket on, "You're not so bad."
"Keep that to yourself squirt." The line went dead and Jeremy stuffed his phone into his pocket along with both his and Mike's keys.
'Now to sneak out…' Jeremy shoved open his window, hoisting himself up onto the windowsill. 'Shouldn't be too hard.' He dropped, landing on the ground below with a grunt. His ankle stung a bit from the impact but other than that he felt fine. He hurried along, heading downtown despite the biting chill. 'There's only one pizzeria within walking distance. I'm guessing that's where he is.'
It took him about fifteen minutes to reach the pizzeria. The Freddy Fazbear sign hung overhead, dark for now. He reached the front door, peering inside. There was no movement, and he bit his lip. 'Maybe I should call him.' He gently grabbed the door handle, shocked to find it open. Silently, he slid inside. "Mike!" He called out, "are you there?" There was no response. He stepped into the building, shuddering at the darkness surrounding him. Utter silence met him, and he moved carefully. "Mike?"
A loud crash made him jump, startled. He whipped around, breath catching in his throat. Something hit the floor, rolling a bit before coming to a stop. Jeremy stepped closer, trying to make it out in the darkness. It was only when the thing groaned and moved that Jeremy realized it was a person. Mike to be exact. "Stupid bastards," Mike grumbled, pushing himself up. Jeremy hurried over, dropping beside the boy and looking at the scratches on his face. Blue eyes widened and Mike grabbed the blonde's hand. "You shouldn't be here." He was pulled to his feet as Mike stood, expression hardening. "Why did you come here?"
"You left your keys," Jeremy murmured. Silence. And then a voice rang out.
"Looks like we have a new plaything!" It said. Jeremy looked towards it, spotting Bonnie peering around the corner into the main room. "Two is much more fun than one."
"Mike?" The blonde asked, "what's going on."
"I have no idea. Now move!" Mike yanked him aside just as the violet rabbit started towards them, grin malicious.
"Aw~" it cooed, "come back kids!" Mike ignored it, ripping open a door and shoving the blonde inside before him.
"Mike?" Jeremy questioned.
"it's fine," he said, "we're in the parts and services room. They shouldn't be able to break in here. Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah," the blonde replied, "I'm okay." Jeremy held Mike's keys out, and the dark haired male took them without question. "What's going on Mike? Why are the animatronics being all strange?" There was a bang against the door, a laugh echoing through the hall beyond. "What do they want?"
"I think they-" The door slammed open, Foxy grinning on the other side.
"Did ye think ye could run away?" the pirate sneered. Jeremy watched as Mike stood, planing himself between the blonde and the fox.
"Why don't you run back to your cove," he hissed, "you broken piece of shit."
"Ye be asking fer trouble lad," the fox rumbled, stalking closer.
'No...' Jeremy stood, grabbing the nearest object for a weapon. It turned out to be part of an endoskeleton arm, and he stepped closer to Mike as Foxy lunged. Within an instant he swung. Mike tensed, a brief look of shock flickering on his face as the metal part connected to the animatronic before him. Foxy's head whipped aside and the fox staggered back, looking shocked at he strike. Bonnie's head poked through the door, head cocked slightly.
"There you are kids," he cooed before looking at Foxy. "What's up with you?"
"These two be little pests," Foxy hissed, eyes glittering, "let's see if that metal stick be so helpful now." He stepped forward when a low, dark laugh echoed through the halls. Foxy and Bonnie paused, ears perking at the noise in a way that was way too lifelike for comfort. Jeremy clutched his makeshift weapon, waiting with bated breath. Mike shifted closer, a comforting presence. "Ferget him," the fox said, "I be busy." Before he could do anything another sound met their ears. It was low, sounding like a moan or mourning.
"We should go," Bonnie said softly, almost like a warning. The animatronic hurried off, Foxy scowling before he followed.
"I'm not entirely sure what just happened," Mike said after a moment, "but I should get back to my office. The cameras make it easier to keep an eye on them. You should go home." Blue eyes narrowed.
"I will not go home," he said, "I gotta stay here with you." Mike shot him a warning look.
"No Jeremy," he said, "You just saw what happened. It's dangerous."
"If it's so dangerous then you should be leaving too." Mike sighed, shutting his eyes.
"I'm not going to able to convince you to leave...am I?"
"No."
"Fine. Just stay close to me." The dark haired teen hurried off, checking around corners before continuing. Jeremy followed, tense but quiet. Eventually they made it back to the office. Mike slid into his seat, flipping his camera to the stage area. The look on his face nearly screamed for blood.
'Maybe I should have gone home after all...'
'Shit,' Mike thought as he watched the cameras, 'I didn't mean to upset him. Still...he should have gone home.' The camera was focused on the stage where the four animatronics seemed to be having a conversation. The audio had been shut down somehow, but Mike contented himself with just the video. 'I wonder what happened back there. Why would they just...back off like that.' He drummed his fingers against the table, flinching a bit when Jeremy grabbed his arm.
"They're moving," he murmured. Mike looked at the screen, seeing that indeed the animatronics were moving again. Bonnie and Chica were slipping from the room again, but not coming towards him. Foxy paced the room for a while as Freddy settled back onto the stage. After a moment Foxy glanced up, staring at the camera.
'What is he doing...?' Within a second the fox was gone, and Mike heard the footsteps charging down the hallway. He spun around, about to dive for the button when he noticed the door already shut. Jeremy had gone over to stand beside the door, the button lit. Something slammed against the door an Mike heard a grumble from the other side. The blonde smiled sheepishly.
"See?" he said softly, "I can be helpful. I just...don't think you should be doing this on your own." Mike thought for a moment, turning back to stare at the cameras.
"Fine," he said after a moment. Jeremy brightened.
"Really?" he asked. Mike nodded and the blonde opened the door again.
"Yeah," he replied as the blonde came back to sit beside him. 'Please don't let me regret this...'
So there you have it. Hope you all enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next chapter folks. Bye!