After a long moment of rethinking the recent incident, both males decide to order pizza from Freddy's. One of the good things about working at Freddy Fazbear is that you get to eat all the greasy stale crust pizza and all the watered down fruit punch you want.

~Mike's POV~

Working up a conversation with this kid is pretty damn difficult. Especially when he's stuffing his face with pizza as if he's never eaten before. So I just watch him with an interested look.

Once he's done devouring the pizza he looks at me like he knows I want to say something.

*clears throat* "S-so what's up M-Mike?" He finally speaks.

"If I tell you will you sit on it?" I jokingly reply with a smirk trying to brighten the mood.

"WHAT!?" He practically shouts out with his face beet red. Well that sure got a reaction.

"I'm just kidding!" I manage to say while laughing.

"So Jere um where's your mom?" I ask returning to the serious mood once again.I totally regret asking that fucking question when I see little tear drops running down Jeremy's pale face. "OH God! Sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want t-"

"It's f-fine. I'll tell y-you."

The pained look in his face doesn't leave.

"Well y-you see... She's a b-bit dead at the m-moment." He says under his breath focusing his attention on the hardwood floors.

"Oh..." Well shit.
"I'm sorry for your loss, I'm here for you, ya know and stuff" I try comforting with a look of sympathy.

Jeremy's gaze returned to my face while smiling a sad smile.
"Thanks Mikey!" He says having a happier look on his face.

"So tell me about yourself Jere."

"W-well I-"    ~DING FUCKING DONG~

Foooock!  "Um hold that thought Jeremy. Gotta see who that is." I say getting up from my chair and making my way to the door,  which is repeatedly being knocked on. So fucking annoying.

                      ~3rd Person~

The security guard opens the door to see a drunk middle aged man who looked around 34. He had a scraggly beard with brown hair to match it.  He wasn't exactly dressed very nice with a shirt with stains and sweatpants with holes in it.

"Can I fucking help you? " Mike says with obvious sarcasm.

" Hav yoooou *hic* my patheeetic *hic* excuse of a *hic* son!?  He's reeeeeal ugly *hic* with an annoyiiiing as *hic* fuuuk stutter an *hic* trash coolord eyez" The older male slurs out swaying a little. 

"Um, no." Mike stated with a cringe.

"M-Mike what's t-taking so l-long? " The brunette teen stutters whilst walking towards Mike. 

When he gets to the two males his face is filled with horror slowly backing away trying to avoid contact with the stranger at the door.

" THERE *hic* YOOOU ARE YA *hic* STUPID PIEEECE OF *hic* SHIT! " The drunk male shouts angrily with an agitated look focused on the young brunette, as he lunges himself toward Jeremy.