The JereMike Collection

Drabbles 2

51: Tickle

Mike raised a brow as Jeremy crept closer, a playful smile on his face as he lunged forward, fingers moving quickly in the guards sides. He didn't get much of a reaction, however. The security guard frowned at the action, unamused. A Schmidt was never ticklish.

Jeremy went pale as he realized his mistake, taking a cautious step backwards. Suddenly, a dangerous spark lit in Mike's eye as he slowly turned to face the nightwatch. His hands rose, fingers twitching in mock as a grin spread across his face. You done goofed, Jeremy. Don't feed the tickle shark.

Jeremy spent the next half hour frantically running from Mike's mischievous hands.

52: Shadow

There was a tenseness in the room, something thick enough you could bite down on it and hold on. It choked Jeremy, stilling him. Freezing his body to stare directly in Mike's direction, only, it wasn't the security guard that held his attention.

Mike remained obvious, still chattering about the events of his shift. He leaned over the restroom sink, head craned down to wash his face. Unknown to him, as he dipped down, his reflection remained upright in the mirror, locking gazes with the startled nightwatch.

It held it's stare, the body darkening and becoming translucent as it morphed. It was, for lack of a better word: hauntingly. Just a void black figure with piercing stark eyes, smokey tendrils swirling around as it opened it's teeth, white as the stitches seen across it's skull.

It appeared to breath as Jeremy felt his own lungs halt, confused and scared of the figure. In the glass, he could see his own reflection, and felt a shudder run down his spine as the apparition smiled, calmly wrapping around his body as it placed it's hands on Jeremy's shoulders. Friendly.

Frightened, Jeremy spun around, expectant to see what the reflection had displayed, but to no avail, the room was empty. No one was in there but Mike and himself.

He turned back to the mirror, blinking when he found the figure gone, Mike's reflection back in it's proper place as he rose from the sink. He ran a towel over his dripping face, furrowing his brows at the younger male. "Yo...Jere, what's the matter?" Mike eased, eyeing the nightwatch. "You look like you've just seen a ghost"

53: Burn

"I swear, Jeremy, I'm going to set Fazbear's on fire one day"

Jeremy laughed at the threat, earning a small frown and an eye roll form the security guard. Mike reached over and ruffled his hair, a playful smirk on his face.

Only later would Jeremy realize that Mike wasn't kidding.

54: Draw

"Well, well, well...." Mike smirked, plucking the sketchbook from Jeremy's grasp "What's this?"

The nightwatch whimpered as the man mindlessly flipped through the pages, holding it out dramatically to keep it from the teen's reach. "That's not yours!" Jeremy stammered, his pencil slipping from his grasp. "G-give it back-!"

He cut himself short as the security guard's smirk disappeared, re-positioning the book to handle it carefully. Blue eyes ran thoughtfully over each page, soaking in the details. Then, a small hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He turned to look down at Jeremy, whom stood helplessly on the side. Embarrassment and pressure brought a light pink to his face, a color Mike watched trail up to the tips of his ears. "How come you hid this, huh?" The guard chuckled. "Let me see this..."

Without so much of word of protest, Mike snatched the pencil up, flipping to a blank page in the back of the book. Jeremy swallowed, watching as pencil quickly scribbled on his paper. Then, Mike tossed it back to him, gently shoving the book into his hands. Jeremy winced, feeling a hand ruffle his hair. When he opened his eyes, Mike had his back turned to him, smugly walking elsewhere.