No POV

        Jeremy ran off of Freddy Fazbear property and onto the way to his apartment. Meanwhile Mike was searching for his car, hoping that he could catch Jeremy before he went home. After searching for his lost car for about five minutes Mike found it and started it up. He drove around to the front of the pizzeria to see that Jeremy had already left. Disappointed Mike began to drive home when his memory kicked in. Oh shit! I need to cover for Fritz today. That son of a bitch, why today of all days? The next time I see him stupid face I'm going to strangle him! Mike turned his car around and drove back into the parking lot. He turned the car back off with a huff and opened the driver's side door. Mike slammed it shut and stormed back into the pizzeria, getting ready to start his second shift off the day. The animatronics were now on stage like they normally would, shut off and not trying to kill him. Mike actually felt somewhat safe in the pizzeria. I haven't felt this way in awhile. Odd...

        Mike walked down the hallway to the office but this time took a right so he could go into the employee's locker room. Inside were a few small lines of lockers, along with cabinets of uniforms, and a few other things here and there. In one locker was the charging dock for tablet. Mike went in the other room and quickly grabbed the tablet that was sitting on the ruined desk. He hoped Boss wouldn't notice that.

                Mike's POV

        I ran back into the locker room, hopefully Boss doesn't notice the damage to the desk. He's going to take that out of my pay check for sure. I opened the small locker that held the charger and put the tablet on it, letting it get charged for the night guard that had to work instead of Jeremy. I shut the locker and walked over to mine. Inside were various things, pictures of loved ones, an extra wallet I had for some reason, and my phone. I picked my phone out among the other things and shut my locker. From this room I could hear the doors to pizzeria open and shut seconds after, must be the janitor. I flipped my phone open, hoping to call Jeremy when I remembered I don't have his number. I muttered a few curse words and slammed my phone shut with a huff. I shoved the phone in my back pocket and walked out of the room to go wait for Boss. I wonder how Jeremy is. He's probably enjoying the sleep he's getting, lucky son of a bitch.

(Oh how wrong you are Mikey~)

                Jeremy's POV

        I felt the wind mess my hair up as I got to my apartment. I had off today so I was thinking of visiting Mike while he was working the day shift. I did the normal routine of checking my mail box and getting in the elevator. I didn't get anything like normal, mostly just ads I didn't need. I stepped into my empty apartment and slide my coat off, putting my keys back on the table. My stomach felt like it was doing flips, something wasn't right. I looked at the clock and decided I might have time for a quick shower before I headed to bed. I wanted to wake up around 1pm so I could see how Mike was and sleep the rest of the day. I slid my shoes off and started walking to the bathroom, the nervous feeling in my gut getting worse. I heard the creak of my door opening, then it shutting. My eyes shot open, ready to spill tears to go with the blood that soon going to be spilled. I heard footsteps and then, a shock wave of pain shot to my head, forcing me to fall to the ground. I knew it, I knew it was time. What I didn't get was why; it wasn't the end of the week. Sometimes I really wish I knew why he would beat me. I guess my father hates me that much, like everyone else.

        My dad grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up to face him. His eyes were narrowed so they were glaring at me, and the smell of alcohol was stronger than ever. I felt a slap across my face along with my body making contact with the ground. That's going to leave a mark. I felt a sharp kick to my chest; I thought he was going to break a rib. I whimpered in pain, trying to hold back the screams and tears. He dealt another swift kick to my back and stopped for a moment. I could hear him breathing heavily; the alcohol must be taking a toll on him. I tried to move slightly but my chest was in so much pain it made me let out a gasp. My dad laughed a bit and picked me up by my shirt, making me look at him. He looked me in the eyes, it made me shutter. He had a twisted smile on his face that almost looked like he was insane. I closed my eyes for second, picturing what my dad used to be. My old dad would never do this; never in his life would he beat his only son.

        I felt so weak just laying limp, feeling the sting of my new wounds. I let a few tears roll down my face, making my dad grin even more. He was holding onto my arm tightly, making me stand. I couldn't even bear to look at him; I had lost my old dad a long time ago. This one didn't even care for me; he just drank his sorrows away. I heard him mutter something; my heart skipped a beat as I asked him to repeat it. "I said you are so worthless. If you had the guts you would stop me, but no you just let me beat you. Sometimes I wonder if I should just kill you." I felt my blood run cold and a few more tears roll down my face and onto my arm. "After all, no one cares about you! No one even knows you! You just stand there and let everything happen!" His words made me want to yell, there was one person who actually like me. Hopefully...  I finally spoke up, making my dad listen for once in his life,

        "N-no dad, y-you're wrong. I-I have a friend n-now, and he cares for m-me." He kept his eyes narrowed and scoffed, throwing me down on the floor. He kicked me in the stomach and left my apartment, adding to what I just told him,

        "Pff, yeah right and your mother's alive." Those words made it feel like someone had just ripped out my heart and crushed it. Of all the things, he said that. I lay on the floor, not bothering to get up and bandage myself. I looked over at my work hat that was now lying on the floor. It reminded me of Mike and how I was going to visit him today. I wanted to give up, but that thought made me get up. I held my rib cage with one arm; he must have at least nudged the bone. It still hurt like hell. I limped into the bathroom, trying not to move too much in fear of doing more damage. I sat down on the edge of the shower and slide my socks off. I stood up and took the rest of my clothes off, starting up the shower. I usually liked feeling the warm water on my body, it helped to ease the pain of the beatings. I stepped in and the hot water felt so good. It eased some of the pain near my ribs and soothed everything. I just stood there for a long time, letting the water wash away all the pain.

                *Timeskip to a few hours later brought to you by Foxy running into a door*

        I woke up in a world of pain. I had finally taken a shower and bandaged myself up afterwards, hoping I didn't have any serious injuries. My hair was a huge mess and I couldn't even see much because it was in my face. I brushed it out of my eyes and slowly sat up in my bed, groaning from all my pain. I sleepily looked over at the clock to see that it was about 1:03 PM. Great, now I'm going to bed late to see Mike! I threw my blankets off myself and slowly got off my bed. I held my rib cage and assumed that the worse damage was just my dad nudging the bones and nothing else. I took of my sweat pants and Pikachu t-shirt and put on my work uniform. I thought why have to get dressed again today after I visited him. My whole chest was covered in bandages, preventing it from getting worse. I hoped nothing happened that would help Mike find out about this. That's the last thing I wanted.

        I went into the bathroom to brush my lion's mane, wash my face, and such. I looked at myself and saw how that scratch was finally healing. That's one wound healed. As long as nothing really bad happens today I shouldn't injure myself more and Mike won't find out. That was my main priority right now. I quickly combed my hair and washed my face, then walked out the bathroom and grabbed my jacket. This time I didn't need my glasses so they were set in a case by my apartment keys. With all my things I left my apartment and was soon outside, walking to Freddy's. When I got there I bumped into some guy. The first thing I did was reach for my rib cage, it burning in pain. Then I heard a man apologize.

        "Oh my! I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you there." I looked up to see a man who looked a bit older than me in the same uniform that Mike had, along with curly red hair, and freckles. He was a bit taller than me, but not as tall as Mike. He talked once again, "Judging by your uniform I assume you work at Freddy's as well. I work with Mike and the others, my name is Fritz!" He gave a genuine smile and held out his hand. I shook it and gave him my name,

         "H-hi! My name's Jeremy and I-I believe I've heard of you b-before. M-Mike makes you s-sound like a j-jerk!" Fritz just chuckled and replied, opening the door to the pizzeria,

        "Yeah, Mike never liked me! He always thought I was a jerk, just because I could deal with him. Along with the fact that I'm actually fond of this place." I followed in with him, wondering how anyone could like Freddy's besides children. I saw the children cheering for the Fazband, along with a few children running in and out of a room. I decided to ask Fritz something,

        "N-not to be r-rude but Mike told m-me that you weren't c-coming to work today. T-that he was mad that you left him on a day like t-today. He hates it, for some reason he h-hates this day." Fritz walked down the hall into the employee room and sighed. I just followed him; I wanted to learn more about him. He opened the door and I followed. Once in there, he opened a locker which I assumed was his and started talking. His voice sounded remorseful.,

        "So, he never told you? Not to be rude, but from what he has told me you guys sound like best friends." I stood there, hoping he would continue. He rummaged through the locker and began to explain something horrible to me, "Well, I guess I should tell you. Mike won't tell you and nothing is going to get better if you don't know. He's much too stubborn to tell anyone anything these days."

                Fritz's POV

        I'm quite shocked that Jeremy never knew. Mike had been calling me every now and again, telling me about him. He talked about him more than he chewed me out for not coming to work. It's not my fault I had to save up for college and my parents don't want me working here. I figured I should explain to Jeremy, Mike wouldn't get mad at him, only me. So I began with my story.

         "About two years ago on this day, Mike worked at the first Freddy Fazbears. There was girl named Danielle or Doll for short. He pretty much fell for her, but all the changed when she left for college and got a boyfriend. Mike found this out the same day he found out his parents..." Jeremy stood frozen, worry showing in his eyes. I closed my locker after finding my name tag and badge. I pinned them on and heard Jeremy say something.

        "W-what h-happened to his parents!?" His voice had clear panic in it, now that I think about it this kid was quite adorable. Don't get me wrong, I don't love the guy, but he is just adorable. Now I know why Mike talked about him so much, he is just like a little lost puppy. (Don't worry guys, Fritz just thinks of him like a little bro, nothing else!) I adjusted my shirt a bit and walked over to Jeremy so we were facing each other. I looked down, knowing full well there wasn't any going back.

        "It was the day he found out that his parents had gotten into a car crash." Jeremy's hand covered his mouth, a few tears pricking his wide eyes. He was starting to breathe heavier, I felt pretty bad actually. However, I had to continue. "That day his parents got into a car crash. His mother went into a comma, but his father was alive. Until..." Now I felt horrible, this was why I actually didn't care what Mike thought of me. He was such a bright, cheerful guy. Then when Doll left, and this happened he lost everything .I felt horrible for him, he had an excuse to all of his rudeness. I didn't really care for his insults; he could do whatever he wanted, as long as it made him feel better. Mike would always hide his feelings, never letting anyone else help him.

        Jeremy ushered me to finish, this part broke my heart the most. I sighed and ended my story. "A week later on Mike's birthday, his dad passed away. He couldn't continue to fight the pain and was given a painless death." I glanced at Jeremy who looked like someone had just shot him; did he really feel that much pain just for Mike? He tried to talk; I could barely understand him due to his stuttering,

                "T-t-that's s-so horrible! I-I can't b-believe Mike h-had to go through t-that!"

                "Neither can I."

A/N: SO if you didn't read my AU go look, it's in my random book thingy. It'll help you understand who Fritz is and such. Also, I have like a hundred pictures to go with this chapter! Thank you all for waiting, I've been going through a tough time right now, but I'm slowly getting better. Family is helping and so are my friends! Also spring break is here so now I can update more when I feel better! YAY!