Jeremike And Yeah

.:Chapter 11 - Talks:.

Jeremy's POV - Wednesday night

"Are you sure you're going ot be alight?" Mike asked for it seemed, the thousandth time. He had been asking that over and over, ever since he announced that him and Doll were going for a drive, but wouldn't be back till after my shift. I'll admit, I was extremely nervous. But, I didn't want Mike to worry, so I didn't let it show.

"Positive?" He asked, and dug into his pocket for something. Doll elbowed him playfully. 

"Lay off the kid, he's probably more nervous about you then himself with the way you're acting." Doll said, smiling a bit. Mike pulled out a tiny sheet of paper and grabbed a pen from the coffee table. He scribbled something on it, then shoved it into my hand.

"Call if you need anything." Mike said sternly. I nodded, quite surprised at how nervous he was getting.

"Ok, bye Jeremy," He said, and Doll waved. They both walked out the front door, and I watched them get into the car, Mike staring at me longer than expected. I decided to look as long as he did, just because of the sickening thought in my head.

This may be the last time you see him.

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 It was good for the first half of the time. I handled all the animatronics pretty well. Putting the mask on right away, flashing when I needed to, I was sure I was going to make it.

I wasn't still thinking that later that night.

I glanced down at my watch for a second. Just a second, and Balloon Boy had jumped out and snatched my flashlight. He giggled, then darted back into the vent, making loud noises as his sides hit the metal. Why, i thought. My shift is almost over.

"You've got to be kidding me." I said aloud. Seeing that I had an hour and twenty-five minutes was not worth my flashlight. Not even checking if another animatronic was in the dark hall infront of me, I ran in. I stayed super close to the wall, trying to avoid another incident with a metal hook.

Without hesitation, I bolted into the "Parts and Servise" room, and manuvered around the old models. It wasn't the smartest move, but it worked.

I had heard about an abandoned suit in the old room, but never went to see it. 

I ran right over to the yellow suit and tugged on the stomach, which opened like a book. It made a scraping sound.

I quickly hopped inside, slipping my legs into where they go. I was way too short to slip my head in, but I wasn't complaining. Its not like I wanted my head in there.

I shut the front and took out the phone in my pocket. I did bring it to call Mike if there was any trouble. Except, I thought I was fine. I just wanted to hear his voice so I could calm down. I thought I was going to hyperventilate.

I dialed the number and it rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"What?" I said quietly. I thought I dialed the number wrong, so i called again just to be sure.

No answer.

I decide to text him.

Mike:

5:45- Hey Mike, it's Jeremy. Why aren't you answering?

I waited a few minutes and didn't get an answer. I heard the 6 o'clcok bell ring, and I let out a sigh of relief. I pushed on the front of the suit. 

It didn't budge. That's when I really started to freak.

I pushed as hard as I could on the metal suit. I shoved, punched, and even slammed my body on it. It didn't open. I dialed Mike's number again, and again, and again. I lost count after ten. I texted him too. 

Mike:

6:01- Mike, I'm in the back room and I need your help

6:05- Mike

6:06- Mike please I'm stuck and I can't leave

6:15- Are you there?

I couldn't tell if I felt worried or betrayed.

6:30- You said you would answer

I felt desperate.

6:31- Mike I need help

I out the phone down and gave up. If Mike wasn't going to help me get out, maybe someone else can. I thought. So I yelled. I yelled, and yelled, and yelled, but no one came. I yelled till my throat was raw and I was out of breath.

Tears streaming down my face, I gave up. I rested my head in the suit. I'm going to be here until they find me. I thought. If they find me.

I wish I would've known that Mike's phone had been laying on the cement, buzzing and lighting up like crazy all night.

Mike's POV

I had just gotten back from driving with Doll at around 7:30. 

"Damn, we drove for a really long time." Doll commented, checking his watch.

"Yeah.." I said, getting out of the car. I was walking to the door when I noticed Doll not walking behind me. He was looking at the ground on the other side of the truck.

"Uh, Mike?" Doll said uneasily.

"Hm?" I asked, walking over. Doll bent down and picked something up. He put it into my hand. 

"You didn't even bring it with you." Doll said. I looked down and saw my phone. I nervously pressed the power button and watched the screen light up. Displayed was multiple calls and texts from one number. Only one named popped into my head. Jeremy. 

i read through the texts.

XXX-XXX-XXXX:

5:45- Hey Mike, it's Jeremy. Why aren't you answering?

6:01- Mike, I'm in the back room and I need your help

6:05- Mike

6:06- Mike please I'm stuck and I can't leave

6:15- Are you there?

Then one hit me hard.

6:30- You said you would answer

 

I looked up at Doll with wide eyes. 

"He's not at home." I said, then ran off in the direction of the pizzeria.