Jeremy's POV

I felt something warm press against my forehead, making me a bit pleased. Soon whatever was there broke away, leaving me with only the void that I was in right now. I wasn't dreaming, that was for sure but I was still resting. It was an odd feeling. Soon I felt the void I was in grow darker and more alluring; I was falling deeper into sleep.

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Soon I awoke my slumber, feeling the sting of wounds and a headache from my crying. At first my surroundings were unfamiliar, making my heart begin to speed up. That's when the events of a few hours before came rushing into my mind like a blur; my dad being home, running from Mike, waking up after passing out, Mike finding out. The last thought echoed into my mind, making me start denying it. He couldn't have found out, could he? I gulped, knowing that so many questions would have to be answered once Mike came home. Instinctively, I looked at the small clock on Mike's dresser that was across the room. I was out for about nine hours, making so that it was around 4:30 pm. I glanced around Mike's room, noting how messy it was. He had a few books scattered around, but they looked as if they hadn't been touched in years. There weren't many clothes on the floor but all of his dresser drawers were open with the many articles of clothing hanging from them. It basically looked like a tornado had come through and it decided to pay Mike's room a few more visits. Mike also had a desk in the corner of the room near the window. It had papers scattered all over it, similar to the desk at work. A notebook lay in the middle of it, as if Mike used it a lot, he also had a pencil case filled with hundreds of pens, pencils, and a few colored pencils. Odd, Mike never struck as the one who would write a lot. That or he drew a lot, which I highly doubted due to him saying he sucked at it.

I got off of Mike's bed, making the dark blue blankets on his bed drag a bit until my legs were fully off the mattress. I felt a head rush come from laying down for a long amount of time and it was adding onto the headache I already had. A groan escaped my mouth while my hand instinctively moved up to hold my pounding head. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, touching the fuzzy carpeting of the room. I stood up, my legs feeling a bit weak from them not being used in the last few hours. A few minutes later I regained the feeling in my legs along with my balance and soon I walked out of the room, trying to find my way around the new surroundings. Some light filtered into the hallway I was currently in, it was very weak so it barely helped me in seeing. I felt my vision begin to blur a tad. The ONE time I don't have my glasses, and my vision decides to fail on me!

I felt panic being to rise up in my chest; my breaths began short and fast. I was currently in a house that I didn't know the way around and Mike wouldn't be home for a few hours. I stumbled over a few things, eventually finding my way to the only room that was familiar: the kitchen. I could make out the very blurry shapes of the table and counters. I of course walked right into one, a wave of pain shoot through my abdomen. My breath was pushed out of my lungs, making me gasp. A few whines of pain echoed through the house. My heart was pounding, a panic attack on its way if I didn't do something soon. I walked a few more feet before feeling my steeps stop due to something halting them, then the ground give away. I felt air being forced out of my chest, along with a searing pain throughout my body. The crash of a body hitting the floor and something shattering echoed throughout the room. I turned my head around to see that my leg had gotten tangled up in a chord that was on the floor. Curse Mike and his house. I felt the edges of my vision begin to turn black, the heavy weight of fatigue taking over my body. I was recovering from the fall but I could still feel a sharp pain coming from my chest and my arm. They must have broken the fall. I tried to adjust my arm a bit but failed. Sleep was overtaking me and right now I decided to just see what would happen when I woke up. Before I drifted off I could feel something sharp in my arm.

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Mike's POV

I was glad when I got off of being the day guard, but now that I was back I remember just how much of a living hell it was. I truly hated it with a fucking, burning passion. It took all of my very little tolerance to keep myself from strangling half of these kids; scratch that ALL of them. Once Fazbear's opened, not ten minutes after the place was already packed. Kids screams could be heard a mile away, I swear. One of those migraines I was so used to decided to pay me a visit. It is going to be a long day.

It was my job to get the animatronics out on stage for performance hours. It is a pain in the ass and very hard to do when kids are constantly shouting for the furry fuckers. I went behind the dark red curtain and my eyes searched around for the familiar robots that tried to kill Jeremy every night of the week. Soon, realization that they would be in the same spot of always hit me like a brick. My face flushed red with humiliation for myself, how could I be so dumb? Even though no one was around I gave a nervous cough and jogged over to the animatronics. I opened up the back panel to Toy Bonnie first, pushing a button to start it up. I did the same for Toy Freddy, making sure the panels were shut tightly. I walked over to Toy Chica and started getting her ready; I wish I could just let her stay off. No one hurts Jeremy like this bitch did.

Soon the furries were set so I pressed a red button near the end of the stage that would open the curtains and the animatronics would start up. I practically bolted off the stage, getting back to my post so I could make sure that no kids would get trapped in the ball pit. I turned my attention to the stage, watching as that fat-ass bear preformed on stage. All I could see was the multi-colored lights that practically blinded me for a few seconds. After standing at the same spot for about ten minutes I began to slowly circle other parts of the pizzeria. On my way I heard a few hiccups, sad hiccups. My ears perked as I searched for the source of the sound. I was about to give up hope when the crying became much louder, making me turn around to see the owner of the sad sounds. It came from underneath one of the tables in the Game Room. It was a little girl with long, dark blonde hair that reached her legs and bright blue eyes. I could see that she was wearing plain jeans and a long sleeved shirt that had purple stripes going across it. The little child had her knees up to her chest, using her purple sleeves to wipe the tears from her face. I knelt down so I could speak to the girl, pangs of sympathy stabbing my heart when I heard her give a tiny shocked yelp. I used my gentlest voice as I tried to coax the little girl out from under the table.

"Hey there little one, why are you so sad?" She sniffled as she replied.

"Why a-are you here?" She wiped a few more tears from her eyes, trying to sound like she was fine. I felt even more sympathy for the girl now.

"Cause it's my job to make sure no one is sad here. Now are you gonna tell me why you are crying or no?" The girl's tiny blue eyes widened before she lowered her head a bit and began to explain.

"All of my f-friends left because some stupid girl came and t-they wanted to be by her. S-she doesn't like me so I don't want to be by her. A-and Momma isn't coming back for a long time b-because she's a-at work!" I tilted my head slightly, understanding how the poor child felt. Kids were spoiled brats, and the ones that weren't always got pushed around. I decided to help the poor girl, hell it might keep me from having to watch the ball pit.

"Well why don't I hang with you for a bit? That way you won't be lonely." The girl's dark blonde hair got all messy as she shook her head.

"You're the s-security guard. Y-you n-need to make sure others are safe, not play with m-me." I raised an eyebrow at the comment. That was one fucking smart kid.

"Well how about I take you to the-" I bit my lip, looking around for a place to take the girl. The stage was currently surrounded by kids, making it not a very good spot. My eyes traveled over to Kids Cove, narrowing my eyes at the kids that were tearing Mangle apart for the umpteenth time. Finally my eyes landed on the empty Prize Corner. From here I could see the Marionette leaning against its box from the inside, watching as children played. It was very odd to see it like that and just laying there like, well a puppet. Mentally I signed and choose to take the child there; hopefully the Puppet could watch her. I turned my attention back to the girl who was staring at with wet eyes, waiting for an answer. "Prize Corner! You could be by the Marionette for a bit, and that way you wouldn't be sad. I will walk you over there." I held my hand out gently to the child, waiting for her to take it. She blinked a few times before taking it and slowly crawling out from under the table. I felt the fabric of her long sleeve touch my hand. When I looked I realized that the sleeves on her shirt were pretty long, like really fucking long. They covered her hands completely, hanging low only a few inches from the tips of her tiny fingers. The little girl stood up, holding my hand as I guided her to the Prize Corner. I felt a bit embarrassed that I was helping a child, usually I hated them. I did a quick double take to make sure Fritz or Scott wasn't around so they wouldn't see me actually caring about my job. They would never let me live it down.

As we passed the marry-go-round, I felt the girl tense I bit. I looked at her, and then the direction her eyes were looking in. What I saw was Fuck Boy. I assumed she must not like him, finally a kid with some sense! That was the only kid I ever met that didn't like that monstrosity. I quickened my pace a bit to get away from BB before he spotted us. The little girl trailed behind me for the rest of the way to the Prize Corner; I took the chance to look around for any signs of trouble as we walked pass the different rooms. The child was looking down at her grey and blue sneakers that were covered in tiny red hearts. The small girl seemed different than the other kids, and thank god for that. (And for the record NO, MIKE IS NOT A PEDO! HE FINDS SYMPATHY FOR THE KID THAT IS IT! JEEZ, PLEASE DON'T START CALLING THE GUY A FREAKING PEDO! Ahem, you may continue reading.) Soon we reached the Prize Corner, the little girl now hiding behind my left leg. Did the Puppet scare her like Balloon Boy did? Not even a minute later the Puppet, whom had been looking away, turned to us. The little girl moved a bit so she wasn't completely hiding from him, but still relatively hidden. I heard a small robotic laugh followed by words coming from the Puppet's audio box.

"Hello and welcome to the Prize Corner little one! What brings you here?" It titled its head a bit, sounding a hell more friendlily than it did when it tried to kill us. I looked behind me to see the small girl still hiding, so I nudged her a bit in front of me, silently encouraging her to respond. She took a deep breath before replying.

"W-well, I was by myself and I was sad and lonely. But then M-Mr. Security Guard came and made me happy! He decided to take me here and h-he said you would take care of me until Mommy comes back! Is that true?" The Puppet quickly glanced at me, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't know those things still have a conscious when they weren't trying to kill me. It turned back to the girl, clapping its hands together before replying in a robotic but cheerful voice.

"Of course I will my dear! Why don't I give you a little gift to make you feel better?" The Puppet reached into its box, pulling out a small present for the girl. I heard a small gasp come from the child, her eyes lighting up like any child's would. The Puppets long, wire like arms extended forward to give the gift to the little girl. She hesitantly accepted it, carefully opening it to find a plushie. This was a new one, one of what looked to be Toy Bonnie. I didn't know they had those. "Now child, what are the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's when someone does something nice for you?" The Puppet asked the small girl. She pondered for a minute before replying.

"To say thank you?" The Puppet clapped its hands together again, giving a small chuckle.

"Correct my dear! So don't forget to say thank you." The little girl nodded and opened her mouth to say thanks to the Puppet, but it interrupted her. "Not to me little one, but to the one that cheered you up and brought you here." The Puppet gestured towards me, making me heart skip a beat. I saw the girl give a nod and turn around to face me, looking up so she could see my face.

"T-thank you Mr...." Her blue eyes narrowed, focusing on my nametag for a few seconds before resuming her thanks. "Mike! Thank you s-so much for cheering me up and bringing me here." The small girl beamed a cheery smile on her once tear stained face. My heart melted from that, and at the same time I wanted to brush it off and go back to not carting about my job. My thoughts rushed to Jeremy and how he had changed me. That goddamn nerd made me actually give a fuck. I'll have to get my revenge on him one day.

I felt a sudden weight on my leg followed tiny arms being wrapped around it. My eyes shot down to see the once shy, crying child now hugging my leg. I felt my face heat up a bit, before my eyes trailed up to see the Puppet. It had what looked to me a shit eating grin on its face. I didn't know it could do that during the day. I gave the Puppet a slight nod before turning my attention back to the child now clinging onto my leg. After about a minute the girl pulled away, giving me another smile. I knelt down and ruffled her hair before mumbling to go play with the Puppet for a bit. She nodded and gave once last thanks before walking closer to the Puppet's gift box, sitting down crisscrossed with the plushie in her lap. I strolled away from the Prize Corner, listening in as the Puppet began to hum a tune to the little girl. I was glad no parents saw that, it would have ended in lots of people thinking I actually liked this place. Trust me, until the day that those things stopped trying to mutilate me and Jeremy I will never grow to like this place.

The end of my shift and the week was near. Thankfully it was Friday so Jeremy didn't have work tonight. That would give him plenty of time to explain and hopefully recover. No matter what, he wasn't going back to that living hell. Soon the Manger flipped the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed' and parents began to rush out of the building with their children. Most of them were either really hyper, or really tired. As the room began to empty, I began normal inspection of the building. This included making sure no children were still here and that they weren't going to get locked in, turning off the animatronics for the weekend, and putting Mangle back together. Since it was Friday I didn't have to act as a janitor for once in a fucking blue moon. I didn't have to clean up on Friday's but Friday's felt as rare as blue moons in my opinion.

I began my sweep of the pizzeria, starting in the main room and making my way to the next one. Thankfully no children were left behind again. The last time that happened was at the old location, and being a night guard in a job that was already life threatening and now I had to watch a fucking kid. I was pretty much screwed over that night. Then I began to jog back to the stage, noticing the few other employees around. Including Fritz and Scott, who were chatting with each other as they wiped off the tables in the middle of the room. I didn't bother to talk to them, I just wanted to fucking go home. A few minutes later I found myself turning the animatronics off, double checking that their panels were shut. I left the curtain open because I didn't feel like putting it back. I glared at Toy Chica one more time before heading the direction of Kids Cove. Soon I spotted that sugar coated, remake of Foxy on the floor. It was more mangled than normal. Half of its body parts are missing, endo head is nowhere to be seen, and a one of its ears is demolished. That was one of the only parts that hadn't been destroyed till now. Silently, I began to put the thing back together; untangling wires, fixing the endoskeleton, and searching for the missing endo head. I found it a few feet away from where Mangle's corpse was. A few struggles and curse words later I got the head back on Mangle and began the final repair to its ear. Kids are fucking rude these days.

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As I left Fazbear's I heard Fritz mentioning something about some guy getting out of prison. His words echoed in my mind for a bit.

                "Did you hear about that killer that got out of prison? He was recently arrested but the guy got out! Police are all over the city looking for him!"

                Even Fritz sounded scared when he said that, it wasn't normal. Fritz was usually pretty calm about everything, but this time he sounded petrified. Now I had a psychopathic killer to watch out for AND Jeremy's dad. I would love to give that guy a few beatings. I felt rage build up inside myself the more I thought about what that asshole did to Jeremy. It made me sick. The night was pretty cold, the promise of winter not far away. I felt the wind tug at my hair, sending a chill down my spine. I felt the feeling I felt yesterday, of something bad. My thoughts traveled to Jeremy and how injured he was at the moment. I hoped he hadn't injured himself more at my place. Thoughts of concern flooded my mind, making almost impossible to notice that I was already home. I ran face first into the door. I could hear the smack of wood against skin and it hurt like a bitch. I backed up a bit, feeling awkward from what had just happened. I hoped no one was around to see that.

                I opened the door to my house quietly, locking it afterwards. I slid my shoes off and began to call for Jeremy. I hoped he was up.

                "Jere! I'm home; I have to ask yo-"As I walked into my kitchen my sentence stopped dead. My throat felt dry, making it impossible for any words to come out. My eyes grew wide and I felt like everything had stopped for a second. I could barely whisper out words. "Not again."

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!!!! I'VE BEEN TRYING FOR ALMOST A WEEK TO GET A GOOD IDEA AND HURTING JEREMY WAS THE ONLY THING THAT CAME TO MY MIND! Sorry if it is annoying you guys but Jeremy being clumsy and hurting himself is what's moving the plot along. I'm trying to make Mike's world a living hell so yeah. Art for this chapter is on its way so stayed tuned. I don't know when the next chapter will come but THANK YOU FOR WAITING!!!! I CAN'T TANK YOU GUYS ENOUGH! As always I'll see you in the next chapter, BUH BYE! (Yes I just did that)