Hey there everybody. I have another chapter here for you guys. I'll be posting another chapter right after this because I just got into a writing mode all of a sudden. Anyway, Hopefully you'll all enjoy this chapter.

"Right door!" Mike called out, still scanning the cameras.

"On it!" Footsteps sounded in the small office as Jeremy ran to the door, flipping on the light.

"Uh-oh," came Chica's amused voice, followed by a giggle, "guess you caught me. Too bad. I thought we could have some fun together."

"Right," Mike heard Jeremy mumble as the door slammed shut. If there was one thing Mike had never realized about the blonde, it was his speed and stamina. The boy had been running back and forth between doors for three hours straight, yet he never tired. He followed every order without fault, never wavering at the sight of the animatronics looming before him. Mike wasn't exactly thrilled with the arrangement. After all, should one of the animatronics lash out, Jeremy was closest to them. However, the blonde made a valid point about their positions. Mike knew the cameras best. And he knew when to close the doors. "She's gone," Jeremy called out, and the door slid open again. Mike nodded, hearing Jeremy run to the left. It made his job easier, not having to check both doors and the camera.

Mike flipped to Pirate's Cove, noting that the fox was gone. He seemed like a ghost sometimes, leaving without a trace. "Foxy!" He called to the blonde. The door slid shut noisily, and barely a few second later they heard Foxy hit the door. There was a grumble and then the fox retreated. 'They act like it's a game,' he thought, watching as the fox jumped back into his cove, shutting the curtain, 'Though I guess that's a good thing. It makes them predictable at the very least.'

After a while longer Mike flipped to the stage camera. Freddy was seated as always, eyes shut gently and perfectly still. 'He never moves,' the dark haired male thought, 'I wonder why.' Blue eyes slid open as Freddy turned his head towards the camera, Mike froze, breath catching as the bear stared at him. 'Oh no…please tell me he's not about to join in.' There was a few tense moments before Freddy shut his eyes again, shifting back to his standard position. Mike sat stock still until the sound of the door startled him. Jeremy was before the left door, looking frustrated. A soft banging was heard, Bonnie's voice muffled by the door.

"Thanks for the warning," the blonde mumbled, retreating and checking the other door. Mike sighed, running a hand through his hair.

'Stay focused Schmidt,' he thought to himself, 'There's no time for distractions.'

They worked together until 6:00. Then the pair stood, Jeremy all but running for the back door. They'd been at this same routine for a few days, and Jeremy always slipped away before Mike's boss could show up. 'No that the old man would care anyway,' he thought with a smirk. As he walked past the main stage he paused, turning to look at the animatronics. Bonnie looked annoyed, ears slightly flatter than usual. Chica released a small giggle as he passed, and his blue eyes narrowed angrily. 'Damn chicken. Fucking mocking me.'

Then his eyes rested on Freddy. The bear was active, eyes open and glowing lightly. Those blue orbs slid to him and he paused. The bear stared at him for a moment before seemingly giving a small nod and reverting to his original position. Mike blinked, unsure what to make of that as he walked towards the exit. His boss gave him a nod as he left and Mike released a breath into the slightly chilled air. It was starting to become winter, every day getting colder than the last. He walked around the side of the building to where Jeremy was waiting. The blonde smiled, trotting over to him. "Let's get you home," Mike said, ruffling the blonde's hair. Jeremy giggled, sound pleasant.

They headed for Jeremy's house, the blonde looking like he was about to fall over. It was a weekend thankfully, and Mike had stayed over at the blonde's house. Jeremy pulled his key out, silently unlocking the door and entering with Mike in tow. They made their way to Jeremy's room without waking his mother, both sighing in relief. "We did good today," Jeremy commented, shedding his jacket as he made his way to the bed. Mike nodded silently, following without protest. Many nights Mike stayed over, with or without Mrs. Fitzgerald's knowledge, and they'd gotten used to sharing Jeremy's decent sized bed. So when Jeremy snuggled down into the bed Mike barely hesitated before getting in beside him. The blonde cuddled closer, and Mike only chuckled before letting himself fall asleep.

What he didn't realize was that sweet dreams weren't awaiting him.

He was running, feet pounding against tiled flooring as a sharp cry rang out. His heart was racing, trying to force itself from his chest. His breathing was labored, every step suddenly becoming painful. Several sound of laughter rang in his ears, twining with the pained cries to create a warped melody. He hated it. Those sounds of amusement and pain rising to meet him together.

"Mike!" At the cry of his name his eyes shut. He couldn't take this anymore. No matter how much he ran it didn't seem to be getting him anywhere. He slowed to a stop, unable to keep running as his legs crumbled beneath him and his eyes slid almost shut.

And then suddenly he was back in his office, robotic hands on his shoulders. A small whimper met his ears and he looked up, stomach churning at the sight before him. Little Jeremy, blood soaking the floor below him. Eyes glazed in dizzy pain as he eyed him. Bonnie and Chica stood on either side of the blonde, shrouded in shadow and eyes blazing. Foxy stood behind the boy, sharp hook limp at his side. "What did you do?!" he growled. A chuckled sounded in his ear, low and almost pained.

"What did we do?" Came Freddy's hushed voice, hands tightening on his shoulders, "don't you understand? We did nothing." His eyes narrowed, confusion coursing through him.

"Then what-" One hand shifted to his right wrist, lifting the hand before his vision. Blood slicked his palm, spilling over his fingers to drip to the floor below.

"Don't you see yet?" Freddy questioned, "you act like we're monsters, but it was you that did this to him. You're the true monster here…"

Mike woke with a start, breathing labored. He blinked, sitting up. Sunlight filtered through the window over Jeremy's bed, lighting up the room. Jeremy was nowhere to be seen, but from the sounds coming downstairs it seemed that he was in the kitchen. Mike stood, albeit shakily, and changed into the extra pair of clothes he'd brought. Pushing away his nightmare, he made his way downstairs. Jeremy was laughing with his mother, the pair preparing breakfast.

"Oh Mike," Mrs. Fitzgerald said, "I'm glad to see you're up. Breakfast will be ready in a moment." She turned to Jeremy, shooing him away. "Go on you. I can finish up on my own." Jeremy giggled and trotted off towards Mike. However, his smile slid from his face.

"Are you alright Mike?" Jeremy asked softly. Mike nodded.

"Bad dream," he said simply. Jeremy seemed satisfied with this, smile returning full force.

"So," the blonde said, "Kevin's having a little party today if you wanna go. Or we can hang here or do whatever you wanna do."

"Party?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Not even a party really," Jeremy said, "It'd be just us, Kevin, Fritz, Scott and Vince if he shows." Mike chuckled.

"Alright," he said, "It sounds like fun." Jeremy grinned.

"Great!" he said excitedly, "I'll let Kevin know. It starts at 2:00 so we should leave around 1:30 to make sure we get there." Mike only nodded, watching as he raced off to find his phone. The brunette chuckled, staring after the blonde in amusement. 'He's so cute when he gets excited.' Before his mind could wander anywhere else Mrs. Fitzgerald called that breakfast was ready and Jeremy raced back in.

"Now Jeremy," she said, smile sly, "you better be safe at this little party of Kevin's."

"Mom," Jeremy pouted, "what do you think Kevin's gonna do?"

"No booze," she said as she set the table, "and don't let anyone pressure you into fooling around okay?"

"Mom!" The blonde complained, face red. Mrs. Fitzgerald laughed, and Mike found himself smiling. She ruffled Jeremy's hair.

"Just kidding honey," she said, "have lots of fun okay?"

"Of course," he replied, instantly bright again.

'I see where he gets his personality from,' Mike thought as Mrs. Fitzerald served breakfast. Then his mind wandered to Kevin. 'I wonder what we'll do today. Kevin seems unpredictable at times.' He thanked Jeremy's mother, digging into breakfast without another thought to anything else.

So there you have it. Hopefully you enjoyed this. I'm off to post Chapter 7. Buh-bye for now!