JereMike (rewritten I guess)

Starting the job

Mike woke up from his alarm at 11:00. Doll was still asleep, so he quietly slipped out of bed and got ready for his new job.

*Jeremy's POV*

God, that tall guy back there was such a pain. Well, I guess I caused him more pain than he was a mental pain to me. Whatever. Shit, I forgot, I didn't tell him what I had to tell him earlier! Ugh. Stupid fall. Why did he have to be so tall anyway? Not like I'm short. I can assure you, I am very decently heighted. I am the definition of average. Averagely tall I mean. I looked at my watch. It was 11:29. The guy's gotta come soon so I can explain the crud to him.

Soon, I heard the doors of the pizzeria open and footsteps down the hall. This reminds me a lot of when Foxy would run down but then stopped because it turned 6 am. Hehehe.

"Hey, Shorty!" said a voice. It belonged to the guy I met earlier. "Hey, I am average!" I yelled as he entered the room. "Yeah, averagely short." The man started laughing. "Oh yeah?! Well you're averagely... averagely... tall." I sigh, face-palming. The man was laughing his ass off, having the time of his life. 

"Alright, listen, put on this uniform"--I threw a purple uniform to his face, of which I assumed to be his size--"and then I'll have to explain to you the basics of this job." I explained. The man nodded. "Wait, what's your name?" I asked before he could leave. "Mike." replied Mike. I nodded, scribbling onto a 'Hello! My name is' sticker. That's the best we've got right now anyway. Restaurant's a fucking cheap skate.

Mike came back dressed in the purple uniform I gave him. It fit him quite decently. Not like I was looking over him. A lot. "Alright, here." I said, slapping the name tag sticker onto one side of his shirt, sort of pushing him back in the proccess.

I caught him with one arm. I didn't want the guy to die without even starting his job. Alright maybe the dying part was an exaggeration. I mean, I don't want him to die, but a measly little fall would never kill such a strong person. I mean! He's not THAT strong. Jeremy, what are you thinking?!

"Jeremy, you can let me go." said Mike. I didn't hear him, as I was arguing with myself in my mind. "If you love me let me go~." That snapped me back to reality. "I'm never letting go of you then." Wow, that's ironic, I'm kind of embarassed I said that, too. "Never?" Mike grinned. "Ok, ugh, no." I dropped him to the floor, holding both of my hand up.

"Let's stop fooling around, I've got to show you what to do." I said.

I told him about how the animatronics moved, the cameras, music box, etc.... By the time I finished, we only had five minutes until the shift began. We didn't really have much to say to each other. We heard the phone ringing. Mike looked so tempted to pick it up. "Don't." I said. "Why? Is this like in the Ring where the girl calls you and says you have seven days?" asked Mike. "No." To be honest, I had no idea what he was talking about. But it sure as hell had nothing to do with the actual phone call. That guy is pretty useless.

We started looking at cameras. The shift went pretty well. Chicken strips appeared in the hall a few times, blue x-ray machine came into the room a few times, and carebear Fredster stayed on the stage like a good boy. The Marionette barely killed us until the mirthful 6 am chime sounded.

At least there weren't crappy jokes during the shift. At least not a lot. "Well, you did pretty good. For a noob." I said. Mike grinned. "See ya tomorrow Jeremy!" he said as he left the building.

Sigh... this was going to be a long week, isn't it?