JereMike (rewritten I guess)

So we meet.

Mike needed a job.

He was dirt poor, and his girlfriend, Doll (a/n: Ok, so I'm using her in here JUST BECAUSE) was trying her best, but they'd end up homeless if Mike didn't get a job right away. Then one day, he'd seen a job wanted thing in the newspaper for Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. That didn't sound too hard, thought Mike.

What could possibly go wrong?

**

Mike entered the building and there were all these annoying kids there. He was looking around for a staff member. "Oi," said a boy's voice. It wasn't a man's voice, since it still sounded pretty high pitched, but not high pitched enough to be a little kid's. The voice was curt. Mike looked back and saw no one. "Down here, jerk." said the boy. He looked down and saw a short person with dark hair and green eyes. He had a nametag that read "JEREMY".

"Hi, erm, Jeremy." said Mike. Jeremy looked at me scoffing. 

[Mike]

Wow, this dude had a bad attitude. How did he expect to get any respect from anyone? Whatever. He works in the day, so might as well not have to worry about working with him. "What do you want?" asked Jeremy.

"Wait, before you answer that, lemme guess, job?" I nodded. He started to look anxious, and I'm starting to wonder if anything bad happened before. What harm could happen in a children's pizzeria?

"Hey are you okay?" I asked. Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, it's nothing." He looked away.

"Alright, I'll uh, see you l-later." said Jeremy. I started to walk away. He suddenly jerked on my wrist, causing me to fall back onto him. "OW!" he yelped. "HEY, GET OFF OF ME YOU DIRTY SCUMBAG!" yelled Jeremy. Eyes were now on us. I got up and brushed off my clothes, so did he. "Well, it's your fault for making me fall!" I said.

"It's your fault for wanting this job!" said Jeremy.

"It's your fault for being such a little bastard!" Death glares from adults.

"It's your fault for coming here!"

"It's your fault for even having your job!"

"It's your fault you're--" "Ok that's enough." "No it ISN'T!" Jeremy  attempted to push me again, but I just blocked him and laughed.

He pulled me outside. "What the hell are we out here for?" I asked. Jeremy tried to push me once again, but I blocked it, again.

Jeremy puched me in the stomach and threw me down. I yelped, a few scrapes were on my arms. I coughed a bit, and grinned. "Geez, kid, are you on your period or something?" Jeremy growled. "Shut up!" And he proceeded to get on top of me, still growling. Haha, this kid is hormonal too. How old is he, anyway? 

"Whoa I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff." I said jokingly. Jeremy blushed. "I-it's not like that, you idiot!" he said, getting off of me. "I was just joking." I said. "Asshole." said Jeremy, flipping me off before going back inside.

**

"Mike! What happened to you?!" asked Doll when I got home. "Nothing." I said. "Don't lie." she told me. "Fine, a teenager beat me up." I confessed. She snickered. "A teenager?" I nodded. "A teenager defeated the almighty Mike Schmidt!"

"Shut up..." I grumbled. "But, I've got a job now," I said.

"That's great, Mike! When do you start?" asked Doll.

"Tonight at 12:00."