Art Above Belongs To Shon-Blekster

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Mike stood outside of the Pizzeria, taking a deep breathe.

It was now or never...

Mike quickly dialed Jeremy's number on his phone, waiting for Jeremy to pick up. After a while, Jeremy answered sleepily. "Hello?"

"Hey Jeremy. Tonight's the 5th night." Mike smiled lightly. Time flies...

"FINALLY! THEN YOU CAN QUIT AND FIND A BETTER JOB!" Jeremy screamed excitedly, making Mike laugh a little. "You know, maybe you can work at a cafe or a fast food place? Or you can work with me-"

"Jeremy..." Mike interrupted him, smiling sadly. He knew how bad Jeremy would to it...

"Yes? Too much?" Jeremy replied, laughing, all while not noticing Mike's sad tone.

"I don't think I'll make it," Mike replied sadly, making Jeremy go silent. "I'm not going to survive and that's a fact. Do me a favor. Take care of my pets, okay?"

Jeremy started to speak, his voice cracking. "Mike- Don't talk like that-"

"Jeremy. The nightmares came back." Mike interrupted him, hearing Jeremy drew in a sharp breath. "The nightmares are even worse this time. I think this might be the end for me-"

"No. Mike! Shut the fuck up!" Jeremy yelled, making Mike go silent. Jeremy rarely cussed, so when he cussed, its serious. "Quit right now! Screw that stupid contract! Rip it into pieces if you must! I'm not letting one of my best friends die-"

"And if Fritz or Vincent become a night guard here? Then what?" Mike growled lowly, clenching his phone tightly. "I don't want to lose anyone else! I don't want to lose any of you!"

"Then we'll warn them!" Jeremy choked, trying to hold back a sob. "If we all get nightmares, screw it! I don't want to lose you!"

Mike started to speak again."Jeremy-"

"No!" Jeremy snapped, making Mike quiet. "You don't get it! We all care about you, you idiot! None of us wants to lose you!"

"But only I can end this. It's all my fault. I have to fix this. We would all get those nightmares. We would lose everything." Mike took a deep breathe, beginning to smile lightly, thinking about the good times. "Tell them... They're the best friends I ever had. You too. You all were there for me during the hard times."

Jeremy was silent as Mike continued, "Remember when we were younger? The four of us were such pranksters. Pranking our families, other friends, school... Good times..."

Jeremy finally spoke, his voice trembled a little. "I... I won't tell them unless you turn up dead. I know how stubborn you are... So please. Try to survive. No. No try. You must survive. Please..."

"... I'll try." Mike hanged up, staring at his phone for the longest time.

Survive?

He can't.