So apparently I decided to be a horrible person today. Well...dark times are my inspiration I guess. Anyway, don't hate me for this. Likely, there will be one last chapter after this. Hopefully you've enjoyed.
Mike jumped as his phone rang, grabbing it and answering it before it could ring again. "Hello?" He asked, having not even checked the caller ID. He heard silence for a moment, the only sound someone's ragged breathing. He frowned. "If one of you idiots is pulling a joke I do not appreciate it.
"M-Mike?" He blinked, pausing to check the screen. His phone showed that he'd been called from Jeremy's phone.
"Jere?" He asked, "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," came the blondes soft reply, "I...I think I'm okay for now."
"Where are you?" Mike demanded, "what happened?" There was silence. "Jeremy?"
"Fuck," came the soft reply. The swear made him concerned. For the soft spoken to swear in any account meant he felt vulnerable or scared. The only time he'd ever seen the blonde swear otherwise was during a horror movie.
"Jeremy," he said softly, "what's happening?" Another moment of silence. "Come on Jere. Tell me what's going on. Maybe I can help." There was a soft noise, like Jeremy was trying to hold back a sob on the other end of the phone.
"Mike," the blonde said, but his voice was shaky, "I love you." Before the dark haired teen could react the phone line went dead. Just as he was starting to panic, the phone rang again. Jeremy's name flashed across the screen and he answered immediately. "Jeremy?!" For a moment there was no reply, then a low chuckle echoed across the line.
"Poor boy," a voice mocked, "and here he thought that everything was gonna be okay." Mike felt his blood run cold. Felt the air in his lungs flee without notice. "Look at what you've done boy. You've gotten this poor kid in so deep."
"You bastard..." He murmured. He couldn't believe it. Well in a way, he could. His father really was a fucked us man after all. "What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The man said, "I want you to get torn apart. This boy meddled in our affairs. He almost sent me to prison after all. And all because you couldn't keep your god damned distance." Mike felt himself shaking, teeth grit. He needed to find him. Needed to see whether or not the blonde was already dead. He couldn't be. Not so quickly...right?
"Is he dead?" Mike choked out.
"You're lucky," the man said, "I'm gonna give you one chance. Come to your workplace tonight. It's the perfect place for our little game don't you think? No one to bother us." There was a pause, as if the man was thinking. "Don't tell the cops either. If I hear sirens the boy is dead before you can blink. You have twenty minutes." The phone went dead again and Mike stood stock still, breathing frozen. Then, he forced himself to calm. To think.
'Don't call the police,' he thought, dialing a new number, 'but you never said I couldn't bring back up.' The phone picked up, an irritated voice answering. "Vincent," he said, "we have a problem. It's about Jeremy."
"Then you better start talking Schmidt."
Jeremy groaned, blinking his eyes opened. For a moment he was confused, unable to connect where he was. Then, it all came flooding back. Running into Mike's father. Trying to escape by any means and getting caught after calling Mike. Getting struck and falling unconscious. Now he took in his current position, tied to a chair in what he assumed was the Spare Parts room in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He squirmed, finding himself tied in a way that he couldn't get out of. For now he was alone.
'I have to get out of this,' he thought, squirming around. All he managed to do was topple himself over, groaning as he hit the hard floor. Footsteps headed his way, a dark chuckle sounding.
"Next time I leave you down there," Mike's father stated, righting the chair. Jeremy gave a glare, although it didn't even faze the man. "My son is coming soon," the man said, picking up a gun from a nearby table, "and once he does..." He turned, leveling the gun at Jeremy. "Bang!" The blonde shuddered, staring at the gun barrel. Before either of them could say anything footsteps sounded, soft at first and then getting gradually louder. "Look who came to the rescue," he mocked. He turned, eying the door, and Jeremy almost laughed in relief at the person who all but slid around the corner.
"Surprise bitch," Vincent said. Mike's father growled, pointing the gun at him.
"Who the fuck?" He growled, clearly not remembering the teen. Jeremy saw Vincent glance to him and gave a small smile to show he was alright. "I suggest you back off or else you'll drop faster than you can blink."
"Yeah right," the violet haired teen said, looking almost bored, "like that gun is even loaded." Mike's father aimed, firing. A bullet slammed into the wall beside Vincent. The teen didn't even flinch. "Right. Cause one bucket equals a full clip. Totally." Mike's father growled, pulling out the clip.
"See?" He asked, showing the bullets within, "you insolent child." He didn't get a chance to say anything else. Vincent dove at him, knocking the gun to the floor and kicking it away.
"Mike move!" The teen shouted, trying to hold off the larger man. Mike darted into the room, scooping the gun up and fumbling to pop the clip back in.
"Enough!" Mike's father roared. The man shoved Vincent back and grabbed at the blonde. Jeremy kicked out as the chair toppled before pressure on his neck made him freeze. "Move and I'll crush his throat!" Jeremy gave a soft whimper, feeling the rough sole of the shoe on his neck press down slightly. Mike froze, clip half in the gun. Vincent paused as well, body tense. "I must say I didn't expect you to bring another person, but still. Now drop the gun boy."
"I drop it and you kill him," Mike said simply, "I'm not blind to how this works." For a moment they all stood stock still, no one daring to move. After a few tense moments a low moan echoed through the halls. Mike felt his blood run cold. He knew that sound and, from the expression on his face, so did Jeremy.
"What the hell?" Mike's father commented. Heavy footsteps sounded shortly afterwards, metal clanking.
"Hey Mike," Vincent murmured, "the fuck is happening here?"
"You'll see," he replied softly, conscious now that he was by the door. The sound of clanking metal grew louder, and tension spiked right before the figure appeared around the door. Mike's father stepped back, releasing the pressure on the blonde's neck. Jeremy coughed, breath slightly ragged.
"What the fuck is that!" The man yelled. Mike sprang into action, slamming the clip into the gun.
"Vincent," Mike said as the animatronic stepped though the door, "grab Jeremy and go!"
"Got it." The violet haired man hurriedly untied the blonde, hauling him up like a sack of flour and pulling him from the room. Mike glanced at the animatronic, but Vincent slipped by without pause. Mike sighed in relief, staring as the brown animatronic was joined by two others.
"Go," came Freddy's low command, "we will solve this."
"Why care?" He asked.
"That boy has helped make a point I've been trying to make for years," the animatronic bear stated as Bonnie and Chica approached his father. "Now go, and don't come back here. Ever." Mike nodded numbly, dropping the gun and running from the room. He ran through the halls, back towards the main stage room. He passed by Foxy, who was surging towards the parts and services, jaw hung open and eyes blazing dangerously. He heard crying and as he came around the corner Jeremy latched onto him.
"It's okay," he said, smoothing down the blonde's hair. A pained scream tore through the air, cut abruptly by a gurgling noise. "It's okay. We're gonna be okay."
So yeah. There you have it. I'll do an epilogue some point soon and end it there. Hopefully you've enjoyed and I'll see you all next chapter. Bye guys!