Jeremy looked up, eyes wide and staring at the purple stranger in front of him. His fixed his crocked glassed in an attempt to see him better.

"H-how do y-you know my last name?" Victor chuckled, venom dripping off his tone. Jeremy stood up, taking a step back in fear of the man. This psycho reminded him of someone he knew all too well. The brunette's eyes were locked on Victor, unable to move from where he was. Victor grinned, the pirate fox he called for on its way. Or so he thought.

Victor paced around Jeremy and Mike, his eyes flickering from the teen and the guard lying on the floor. "Oh Fitzgerald I know quite a bit about you." His tone was as smooth as silk, almost making Jeremy shiver. "Don't worry, I didn't stalk you. However, Michael has been under my surveillance for quite some time." Jeremy took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. That was until a groan was heard from beside him and the brunette realized it was coming from Mike. Jeremy glanced down at Mike, about to see if he was OK when he noticed something off about Mike. The guard seemed more hostile, this was confirmed when Mike gave the brunette a threatening glare.

"M-Mike? What's w-wrong?" The security guard stood up, his eyes pitch black. The purple man in front of him laughed, his tactic had worked. Victor walked over to Jeremy, cupping the side of the teens face.

"How adorable? I can see why Michael is so fond of you." Victor gave a deep chuckle as Jeremy turned a bright pink. Victor glanced over to Mike, who seemed almost like a puppet.

"T-tell me w-what you did to M-Mike?!" The brunette slapped Victor's hand away, trying to keep it together.

"Oh I didn't do anything bad. I just, shall we say, broke him." Jeremy's eyes widened, biting his lip to keep himself from crying.

"What d-do you mean!?" Amber eyes flickered from Mike to Victor, the former looking at Jeremy with dull eyes and the latter grinning.

"I broke his mind. His sanity with slowly decreased and now he is reaching the end of it. Soon he will become a puppet. That is until something interrupts him." Jeremy noticed Mike begin to walk towards him, grabbing the teen by his collar and throwing him against a wall. "For now, let's enjoy this while we can, well more like let me enjoy this~"Jeremy trembled in fear, staring at Mike's pitch black eyes. The security guard began to push on Jeremy's throat, forcing all of the air to rush out of Jeremy's body.

"M...Mike w-what a-a-are you d-doing!? S-snap out o-of it!" The guard didn't reply, he only sneered. Jeremy only chocked on his words, his breaths becoming ragged. The younger male desperately tried to pry Mike's hands away from his collar, his efforts failing.

"Now now Fitzgerald. He will let go soon enough, for now let's switch the topic to you." The brunette opened one of his eyes, the other shut tight in pain. "So, how is this compared to your dad's abuse?" Amber eyes tried not to tear up, the owner of them choking on his breath. The teen tried to utter a response, but the firm hand on his collar made it almost impossible. "Oh who am I kidding? What was it, six years? Seven? It must have felt endless, being ignored by him each day or beaten. Not for the reason he was drunk, oh no, he just hated you that much." Jeremy's limbs went slack, trying hard to focus on getting Mike's hand off his collar. The brunette started furiously kicking, hoping to nail Mike in the gut or something. Jeremy's desperate attempts were in vain, ending in him wasting the little energy he had. The sound of static reached the teen's ears and his stomach filled with dread. A certain animatronic fox was on its way to kill all of them for sure.

Victor witnessed the look on Jeremy's face, chucking lightly at how terrified the small guard looked. The purple man's attention was turned to the hallway after blaring static filled the room. Everyone's eyes except Mike's were staring at the pink and white plastic fox. The fox's head turned from Jeremy to Victor, settling on Mike a few seconds later. It whipped around to face Victor and threw itself at the killer, its ear piercing screech echoing off the walls. Jeremy forced himself to look away, his mind debating to either help the purple haired freak or to let him die. Unsteady breaths almost came to a stop as Mike tighter his grip on the teen and lifted him up higher, only a few inches above the security guard's face. Tiny legs were desperately trying to land a blow on Mike's body, hoping that it would loosen his grip. The blood was roaring in Jeremy's ears, the sounds of Victor's battle with the Mangle being drowned out by his own pants and desperate cries. Victor screamed a few words, somehow reaching Jeremy's ear. "You stupid piece of scrap metal, you were supposed to attack Schmidt!"

The teen guard started wriggling in Mike's grip, knowing that after it was finished with Victor it would come for Mike, then him. The attempt was in vain, forcing the teen to rack his brain for an answer. Memories flooded the teen's mind, that's when his placed a hand on his eyes. Or more specifically, his glasses. Jeremy knew what to do now. Pain rushed to Mike's abdomen as he fell to the floor, whatever he was holding now free. Jeremy took this chance to catch his breath for a few split seconds, oxygen filling his lungs once again. The brunette's gaze turned to Mike, the guard holding the section that Jeremy kicked. He guessed Mike's wounds from a few months ago still were sensitive.

The teen took this chance the stumble to his feet, walking over to Mike and kneeling down by him once again. The security guard's head whipped up to glare at Jeremy with midnight black eyes, but were stopped by small fragile hands being placed on the sides of the guard's face. Mike's dark brown hair was brushed behind his ears and Jeremy leaned forward slowly. Mike's body was frozen, his oddly pale skin almost ice-cold compared to Jeremy's blooming red face. The noise from around the two was drowned out; neither of the two males knowing exactly what was going on. Jeremy's face was burning red, his stomach dropping at the fact there was zero response from Mike.

Jeremy felt pain spread through his body when a sharp, metal chord wrapped around his neck and forcefully tore him from Mike. The amber-eyed teen choked on air, gasping for breath as he scanned around the room. The left side of Victor's face was covered in blood, his hair hiding that major wound. Jeremy could only assume it was his eye that was removed by Mangle's massive jaws. Blood dripped from the fox's sharp teeth onto Jeremy's shoulder, making him cringe. Mangle's long chords wove around Jeremy's neck, chest and his right leg, weakening the teen's body and limiting his mobility. Jeremy squirmed in the grip, trying to free himself before he died of asphyxiation. That's when he felt the grip on his throat loosen, the animatronic holding him high in the air letting him go and letting him fall. The teen expected to land on the tiled floor of the pizzeria, but instead landed on something soft yet firm. Someone was holding him tight, muttering words into his hair. Jeremy opened his tightly shut eyes, only to see a dark blue uniform and hear the familiar voice that belonged to Michael Schmidt.

"Holy fuck, Jere are you hurt? What happened to you?" Jeremy looked at Mike, hugging him tightly and only replying, "I'm g-glad you're b-back." The moment was interrupted by the Mangle lunging at the two guards, furious that Mike had attacked it seconds ago. The two guards jumped to their feet, avoiding Mangle's strike. The icy-eyed guard looked at the clock, noticing it was only 2am. He groaned and turned his attention to Victor, who was laying on the floor in a daze. Mike ran over to him and picked him up by the collar, searching him over for the remote he used. Soon he found it and dropped Victor, pressing the button to shut down Mangle. The destroyed animatronic fell to the ground in a pile of metal. Victor noticed this and ran down the hallway, the blood from his eye drenching the left side of his face and most of his shirt. As he ran down the hallway, Mike and Jeremy began to follow. They would have called 911, but everything going on was distracting them from it.

Victor stopped in his tracks, his grey eyes wide when five child-like ghosts appeared in front of him. Each of the ghosts admitting a sort of glow, ranging from blue to gold. This wasn't going to end well for the killer.

Minutes later, a loud snap followed by a scream of agony reached the two male's ears. A quick glance of fear was exchanged before the elder of the two followed the blood trail that the killer left, the younger trailing behind him like a lost kitten. Let's just say, the sight was gruesome. Blood and a few pieces of bone littered the tiled floor. Guts and blood poured out of a strangely familiar looking suit. It was a gold colored version of Bonnie, spring locks on the sections of the suit where joints would be. Inside the golden suit was a corpse, with dark brown and purple hair, one eye missing and the other one wide with shock. Guts spilled out of the suit, the farther down your eyes would trail, the more blood covered the suit was. It was repulsive in Mike's eyes, even though the sight of Victor dead and gone pleased a tiny part of him. Jeremy covered his eyes, biting his lip to keep the vomit rising up in his throat down. The security guard slowly backed out of the room, pulling on Jeremy's sleeve to take him with. Within minutes the room was boarded up again so no one would find it and the two guards had left Freddy's, not in the mood to stay around the corpse, let alone finish their shift.

The cold winter air hit their skin, tiny snowflakes falling down from the sky as soon as the door closed. With a sky painted dark purple and blue, the neon Fazbear's sign and the fact that snow was already slowly coming down to earth made Mike strangely feel like it was time.

"Hey Jere?"

"Mike?" Said guard scratched the back of his neck, ditching the speech he made up in his mind and decided to just make it quick after he noticed that countless bruises on the teens neck. He felt like a monster.

"Fucking hell Jeremy, what did I do to you?" Mike backed away a step, realizing what he had done.

"I-it's nothing Mike really!" Mike's eyes remained wide and full of fear; he didn't like the version of himself that the brunette had to deal with. "I m-mean it w-was terrifying, and I-I tried t-to snap y-you out of it b-but you k-kept y-your grip until I-"The taller male tackled Jeremy into a tight hug, realizing the younger was crying. "I-I'm just g-glad you're back Mike!"

"I fucked up Jere. I fucked up everything." Silence. Sweet silence enveloped the two; the only sound in the area was the gentle snow. Somehow they weren't cold, warmed by each other's presence. Mike put a finger on Jeremy's chin, forcing him to look up. "You have no damn idea how much damage you've done to me Jeremy. I've been over thinking this shit for a long time and what you did to snap me outta whatever that bloody trance was quite enough. Time to repay you." Without another word, Mike forced his lips onto Jeremy's, the latter giving a squeak of shock. His face was as red as the blood stained tiles in Fazbear's and his eyes were as wide as the moon. Mike cupped the side of the teen's face, putting his hand on the back on the brunette's neck, forcing him closer.

After the whole thing Mike pulled away, grinning at the look on Jeremy's face. "I love you dweeb. For god knows how long, I've fucking loved you." Jeremy blinked, his eyes going wide and then a smile grazing his lips that were kissed just a few seconds ago. The teen launched himself at Mike, his arms wrapping around the guard's chest. Mike wrapped his arms around Jeremy in response, lifting the teen up and spinning him around in the snow. The two were happy for once, twirling around in the snow like the dorks they were. For the first time in a very long time, Mike Schmidt laughed genuinely and Jeremy Fitzgerald's cares disappeared. Those two were truly different from the others.

A/N: There will be a little authors note to come after this chapter is posted so stayed tuned and please read it.