Jeremy's POV

I really wished that I didn't have work. Getting killed by those things was the last thing I wanted, especially after the 'incident' with me breaking down in front of Mike. The whole incident makes me so humiliated! I can't believe that I did that in front of him, making him go to all that trouble. I'm one heck of a burden to my friends.

I pulled my green sweater over my head and off my body, throwing it on my small bed. I fiddled around in the growing darkness of my room, searching for my work shirt. It felt like my room was ten times smaller due to the darkness keeping me from seeing any details of the room. It felt odd, but nice to be in the dark. I let the feeling of the tight space sink in for a few seconds before reaching around again and finding my work shirt. As I buttoned up the grey shirt I wondered how tonight would go. Mike had told me that Boss had re-hired him to the day shift as now Fritz was planning on leaving again. I didn't know why but I was glad he was on the day shift. I guess it was because I didn't want him to get hurt. Wait.....WHAT! I stopped buttoning my shirt and felt my face heat up a bit. I mean sure I wanted Mike to be safe but just the way it sounded, it sounded wrong! Well not wrong but it sounded very gay! I brushed my bangs out form my eyes and resumed buttoning up my shirt, keeping an eye on the clock so I wouldn't be late for work. My first night doing this all alone, expect the few nights where Mike blanked out or was asleep.

Ignoring the pain that was numbing parts of my body, I grabbed my hat from off of my dresser and walked out of my room. I could feel my bandages move under my clothes, trying to keep the wounds from getting worse. I may have been having break downs lately but that doesn't mean that I still don't feel the terrible pain of getting beaten. My rib cage was still in excruciating pain from when my father dealt that swift kick to it, damn it dad. Yes I just swore but it hurt a lot, also I think Mike is rubbing off on me. I checked my pockets to make sure I had everything I would need, my phone, glasses, wallet, and keys to apartment were all thankfully in the side and back pockets of my pants so I was all set to head off. As I entered the outside world I realized how freezing it was, it would probably snow in a few days. I always loved snow; I never got to see it much due to me always being inside. I remember how I always played in it as a child, back when my mom was here and my dad wasn't dead set on ending my life. I pulled my hood over my head and began to slowly hum a familiar tune to pass the time as I walked. It was on the tip of my tongue, it seemed so familiar. I had long forgotten the name and haven't heard it since I was a child...

"M-mommy?"

"Oh dear, what are you doing up so late?"

'C-could you come and s-sing to me? I h-had a terrible n-nightmare and n-now I c-can't sleep a-anymore!"

"Oh of course I'll sing to you my little one. Don't worry the nightmares can't hurt you now." Warm arms wrap around a small child and carry him to his room. As the child is put into his bed, he grabs a small stuffed bunny and hugs it close to his chest. His mother gives a warm smile, taking a seat on the edge of the boy's bed. Gentle fingers brush chestnut colored bangs out of the child's amber eyes and pull the blanket closer up so it is resting on the boy's shoulders. The boy looks expectedly at his mother, waiting for her to begin singing his favorite melody to him. The mother takes a deep breath before starting her song.

"The moon is full. The sun is gone, but child don't worry I am here. Don't be scared. Don't be afraid. The shadows can hurt you no more. I am here now. You and I will remain safe. Lay your head to rest in my arms and close your tired eyes. For child of the night, the darkness is nothing to fear~" As the mother finishes the last syllable she glances as her son, who's fast beating heart has now slowed from the fear being banished. His face holds an expression calmer than it has ever been in his young life. You can see a bit of the rabbit peaking out from under his green blankets. A smile spreads across the mother's face as she gives her son a small kiss on the forehead, but brushing his fluffy hair out of the way before doing so. As the mother slowly gets up from the bed and tip toes out the door she thinks that nothing could go wrong. How wrong she was...

I felt something wet on my face, which was causing my eyes to burn. I reached up and touched my cheek, feeling the liquid that I knew right away was my own tears. That memory was so fuzzy but the song was correct. The one my mother sang when I was afraid or restless. I could never get to the end of the song; I would always drift off before I the song came to an end.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, after all Freddy's was just around the corner and I didn't want anyone seeing me like this. I didn't want more torture in my life. I finally reached the entrance of Freddy's, noting that I was a bit early. This could give me a chance to see Mike and hope he doesn't think that I'm going to die or something. Then I remembered what happened with the break down. Now my main objective was to avoid Mike. Why? Simple, I didn't want any questions from him. I had said some terrible things and I didn't want to have to deal with questions. Besides, I don't think I could face him without blushing like crazy after all of the amazing things he said about me, which were probably not true. Once I entered Freddy's I noticed a difference in the staff here namely, a tall man with dark hair, very bright colored eyes, red glasses and a bit of stubble on his face. He wore two of those badge things on his arms and he was reading through some articles. I was about to ask him who he was, until I heard a familiar voice much to my embarrassment.

"Hey PG! Do you know where Fritz went? That asshole is going to have a special place in hell reserved for him if he skips out on work again!" It was of course Mike in the other room yelling for who I assumed the guy in this room so I did the only sensible thing...run like a maniac to the office. I heard a voice ask 'what was that?' I didn't turn around to find out who it was. As I caught my breath I heard a few footsteps and then silence. I began to think. Think very deeply, so deep that I was oblivious to every sound or movement around me. Next thing I knew I was looking into piercing blue eyes and was hearing panicked screams.

Mike's POV

If Jeremy thinks he can sneak in here and think I wouldn't notice, he can think again. I saw him walk into this place before he even knew I was here. My feelings were a bit hurt from the fact that he seemed to be avoiding me. I could just tell form how he jumped and ran down the hall when I yelled for PG. PG was short for Phone Guy which was a nickname that I gave Scott. He had finally come back t Freddy's and resumed his spots of assistant manager. Great, now I have to deal with him bossing me around. However, it was great to have one of my closest friends back.

I decided to play a little prank on Jeremy, even though I only had a few minutes before we had to leave the building. Once Jeremy had absconded from the room Scott was in, I slowly peaked around the corner before walking it. A saw him disappear down the hallway and into the office. Perfect. My ears perked as I heard someone ask me something.

"What are you planning Mike? I can already tell it's not good." That smug asshole is already on to me. I turned around to face him, crossing my arms, "Well if you MUST know, actually no fuck that I'm not telling you." I smirked as I saw him raise an eyebrow; we would do this kind of shit all the time. He leaned against the counter he was buy, placing his crossed arms in front of him and on the counter.

"I'm not going to ruin your stupid joke Mike. Just tell me so I can leave this place without worrying about you setting it on fire." I rolled my eyes and made a mental note to add 'setting fire to Freddy's' to my list of things I wanted to do in life.

"I'm not going to set Fazbear's on fire! Jeez what do you take me for?" Scott gave me a 'you've got to be kidding me' look before replying.

"Well an annoyance, a child, an asshole, shall I go on?" I flipped him off and checked my watch. God damn it, I only had about 10 minutes left before we had to leave. Scott just went back to reading as I spun around and quietly walked down the hallway to the office. Maybe I should wait until the night starts so I could scare Jeremy more easily. Yeah, that might work. I was just planning on sneaking up behind him and startling him but that sounds more fun. This is going to be fun!

I looked into the office to see Jeremy sitting at the desk with his head resting on his arms. Judging from the look on his face he was in deep thought. I felt a bit of guilt flash through my body, I didn't want to hurt Jeremy. I shook the feeling away and slowly walked in to the office, making it so Jeremy couldn't possibly hear me. My breath hitched when I heard the midnight bell go off, crap now we were in danger. I was beginning to have second thoughts about this prank. I was about to see if Jeremy was alright with me staying when I heard footsteps, heavy footsteps. I then remembered that this was Jeremy's 6th night, the hardest night of all. The animatronics would leave the stage right after it turned 12 am, so we were fucked. I ran over to the desk and began to check the cameras. I waited for Jeremy's reaction, but it never came. He was staring blankly at the front of the room, as if he was thinking very deeply. I didn't have time for this! I began to wind the music box and started yelling at Jeremy.

"Jeremy, snap out of it! Damn it we are so screwed, I can't believe I didn't warn you about tonight!" He began to slowly stir, but not fast enough. Screwed, screwed we are so screwed! The next thing I saw was Jeremy looking at me, a look of complete and utter shock on his face. "Jere wake up already! Tonight is the 6th night in the week, the hardest! No one has ever reached it expect one person, but they were killed!" He eyes grew wide and a saw a few tears prick his eyes. I was about to ask him if he was doing OK, but a piercing screech interrupted me. It saw a flash of yellow, pink, and...crimson red. The color I dreaded seeing. I heard Jeremy's scream as it rang loud and clear in my ears. I felt something rip at part of my arm, sending a shock wave of pain through my body. I was knocked back a few feet from the attack, hitting the wall hard. The chaos in the room couldn't mute the things I heard Jeremy shout.

"Get off me! Get away! Help! Please stop!" It almost sounded like he was asking for mercy. I felt blood drip into my eyes; I must have gotten a huge gash on my head. It stung like a bitch. Even with the blood in my eyes I could clearly see Jeremy fighting back against who I could now make out as Toy Chica. He was mostly just blocking her hits, which could have killed him if he hadn't.

I picked myself up off the ground and ran over to Jeremy. I did the only thing I could think of which was to stomp on Chica's back, making her stop and put full force on it. Hopefully it would shut her down for awhile. A fuck ton of pressure being added, and one kick to the face, the animatronic bitch shut down. The only sounds of the room were panting, quiet sobs, and the faint sound of the music box. I looked over at Jeremy; he had a look of pure terror plastered on his face. His sleeves were torn, reveling bandages that I knew were a bad sign and he had a huge crimson red stain on his shirt in the stomach area. He looked fucking terrible and about ready to pass out. My rage from beating up Chica was beginning to wear down, causing the pain of my wounds to come back like a bullet to the head. I hissed in pain, and tried to walk over to Jeremy to see if he was alright. His eyes were wide, and he was dead, cold, and locked staring at me. As I got closer I heard whimpers that were clearly Jeremy's. The fear drenched words repeating over and over again at the speed of light. He repeated them for a long time like a broken record.

"It's all my fault!"

A/N:Just to set the record, yes I came up with the song the mother sang. It was real quick and I didn't put much thought into it. Just let the words spill out like juice. Wow. I feel like a complete and utter moron for not posting sooner. I've been trying to finish this but I have had so much to do and I've been wanting to draw. Plus Easter is tomorrow and I needed to prepare for that. I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry for not being as able to update more as I used to. School is becoming a bitch, stress is getting to me, and just everything is happening so fast. Just to let you guys know, there will be a sequel to this story. No it's not ending for a long time, but just to let you know. I feel like I've been putting in too many fillers and not enough action. If you guy's have any suggestions let me know. Mm'k. If you read all of this have a hug and a cupcake!