Mike's POV
Well, THAT happened.
"We almost got killed!" I said, Jeremy still crying for no reason.
"You were my only hope, and without you I would've died..." He said, shyly.
"Let's go back to my house, I guess," I offered him to come to my place, and he said yes.
We finally get to my house, only to find out I forgot my keys.
"DAMMIT! I thought I had them! I guess I have to do this again," I say in anger as try to kick the door open.
BANG,BANG,BANG!
The door finally opens.
We relax and I drink some beer, but Jeremy just sits there, staring into space. I feel bad for him because he must've been so scared.
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Forgotten and Lost: A Five Nights at Freddy's Story
FanfictionMangle. The one who was ripped apart, torn away, and hidden in the shadows. Follow Mangle in her story. Her daily life. As scary as it is for her, explore her world through love and horror.
