This Nerd Of Mine {JereMike}

I NEED TO WRITE MORE

we're coming up on night three, I'm gonna start including more than one event per chapter to save time + space. thinking of writing another story, too :\
i need to speed things up a bit in this story.
read on nerds~
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Mike called in sick for work, so Jeremy had to go alone tonight. He was not ready for it whatsoever, especially since the animatronics weren't afraid of him. Jeremy laid in bed for about an hour, then got up. He got ready and checked the clock. 11:45.

The ginger hurriedly grabbed his keys and practically flew out of the door, jumping into his car and driving to the pizzeria.
When he arrived, Jeremy got out and went inside. He sat at the desk, looking around. As soon as the clock struck 12, he pulled up the camera and started his shift.

Things were going okay the first hour, old Bonnie and Balloon Boy visited him once or twice. Jeremy started to relax, thinking that it wouldn't be so bad. He pulled up the cameras, winding the music box.

At around 4:46, Jeremy started to grow drowsy. Then he clicked his flashlight, but it wouldn't work. He tried again, and the flashlight flickered, buzzing back out quickly. He was sent into a panic, and rummaged through the desk drawers, trying to find batteries. All he found was a paperclip and some weird red puppet thing...

Footsteps became louder and faster as they got to the office. Jeremy desperately looked around, and squeezed his eyes shut. This was it. This was how he was going to die. He didn't wanna die like this, but it seemed now that he had no choice.

His eyes flew open and he remembered. The fan! He shot up, grabbing the fan and ripping the plug out of the socket. Just as a familiar animatronic chicken came into view, a scream rearing in her voice box, Jeremy chucked the fan as hard as he could. It hit Toy Chica square in the head, and she swayed, trying to stop the jumble of commands that entered her metal head.

Jeremy took the chance, checking a vent before crawling in. He needed to get to the bathrooms. He snuck out of the vent, looking around and dashing towards the hall. Then he peered in the dark, inky black hallway, sneaking past Foxy as best as he could and hurtling into the bathroom.

The bathroom smelled like mold and cleaning products, but that's beside the point. Jeremy skittered into a stall, shutting and locking the door. He climbed up on top of the toilet, shaking in fear. How had he just done that? Was he magic? Oh goD WAS HE BECOMING A TITAN SHIFTER?!

Jeremy tried to calm his breathing, but not even that would stop the approaching fox. Foxy has a good eye, and saw Jeremy out of the corner of his eye. The fox opened the door, and looked around for the endoskeleton he just saw.
Jeremy's eyes widened, and he stayed as quiet as possible as the fox neared his stall, opening the door.

Foxy's eyes illuminated the stall, and he and Jeremy had a stare down. What seemed like hours later, Foxy pounced at Jeremy.

Just as Jeremy thought it was over, the bell chimed 6. Foxy's eyes flickered, and he turned off, landing on the male who now cowered in the corner of the stall. Jeremy cried out, shoving Foxy off of him and making a break for it. He practically sailed into his car, turning it on and driving away as quickly as possible.

The teen ran a hand through his orange locks, trying to get over what just happened. He should be used to this by now, for fuck's sake!

"Sie sind Essen und wir sind die Jäger!"

Jeremy jumped at the sudden noise, pulling his phone out of his pocket and answering it.

"H-Hey Mikey!"

"Jeremy! Oh thank god I started to get worried, I thought you died! You said you'd call me!"

"Mike, it's fine. You know I can take care of myself."

"W-.. Yeah, yeah. I just-"

"I-I need to go. Bye Mike."

He sighed, hanging up and putting the phone in the passenger seat. Jeremy was so done with shit and as soon as he got home, he laid down.

He personally felt awful for getting frustrated with Mike, and he turned over. He couldn't hurt someone he lov- er uh liked.

Did he love Mike? He wasn't sure. He did love him as a friend, but Mike just made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like he was safe with him. When he hugged Mike, he never wanted to let go-

Jeremy what are you thinking?! He's your best friend. Besides, he probably doesn't feel the same anyways.

Jeremy rolled over, closing his eyes and trying to sleep. He was so tired...

However, his thoughts were too cluttered by his mixed feelings to sleep.