jeremicheal oneshots

Eisoptrophobia the unhealty fear of mirrors<3

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'Fritz' started at the bathroom mirror. Seeing nothing but his father.

'You're just like him Michael.' repeated in his head. 'You're a murder just like him.'

Tears rolled down his cheek. "I-im not." He whispered. He fell to the floor crawling under the sink. He cried and cried. But then he remembered something.

He ran over to the small closet opening boxes. He found a box of small pencil sharpeners that we in it for the kids for when they drew.

He took a pen that was in the closet unscrewing the screw. He got it.

The razor was shiny and clean. Hell, it hadn't even been used to sharpen a pencil.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much to use to clean up, he only had paper towels, soap, and water.

He sat down looking at the razor. He thought about Jeremy. 'What would he think if he saw you on the floor bleeding out?'

He sighed he took his wrist lining up the razor with it. 'Here goes nothing.' he said.

1 line turned into 5, 10, and finally 15.

His arm wasn't even recognizable at this point. It was just blood. He was in space staring out. He came back into reality screaming, from how much pain he was in. "shit!" He yelled. Tears rolled down his face.

He felt like he deserved it. He would never be a real man, or not look like his father. All of this was over the fucking mirror.

He felt himself get lightheaded like he was about to pass out. "Fritz?" He heard. Jeremy. Michael wanted to go and open the door, and cry into his boyfriend's chest. But, He passed out. He fucking passed out.

There was a loud thud. Jeremy heard the loud thud and opened the door as soon as he heard it. He looked at the body. "FRITZ!" he yelled running over.

He looked at the bloodstains on the floor, stains on Michaels's clothes, and his arm. Jeremy panicked. 'Why!?' he thought. He grabbed a paper towel wetted it and dabbed it on Michaels's wrist.

Jeremy took off his hoodie putting it on fritz's wrist trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

He didn't care if his hoodie was getting blood on it he just wanted to stop the bleeding and he wanted his boyfriend alive.

He remembered there was a first aid kit in Mr Guy's office. He ran to the office to get the first aid kit.

"Mr Fritzgearld? What are you doing? And why are you crying?" Phil asked as Jeremy ran grabbing the kit." Jeremy didn't even know he was crying. "IT'S FOR FRITZ ILL BRING IT BACK I PROMISE" Jeremy yelled leaving his office. Phil was confused but he continued to do his work.

Jeremy sat the kit next to fritz who was still passed out. Jeremy took his hoodie off of the wrist to see it was covered in blood. "Shit" he mumbled. He took out gauze and bandages putting them on Fritz's wrist. Jeremy knew what to do with cuts, scrapes, anything since he used to skateboard. He fished his wrist.

He looked at fritz's shirt which was covered in blood. He had no choice but to take it off, He couldn't go around wearing a shirt in blood this was Freddy Fazbears, the most family-friendly restaurant in Hurricane.
He went into the closet fritz was in before, taking out a clean uniform. He walked over to fritz unbuttoning his shirt. He noticed scares under his chest. They formed a half-circle. Ther were right under where boobs would be.

'Is fritz trans?' He thought. He put on the shirt and began to button it up.

He got up and began to clean up, he threw away the paper towels, putting the first aid kit. He found the blade he used and tossed it in the trash can.

"Jeremy?" Fritz mumbled, still confused about what was happening. "Fritz!" Jeremy yelled at him. Fritz looked at his outfit, it was brand new. "D-did you change my outfit..?" Fritz asked, sweating. Jeremy sat down next to him. "Oh, yeah you were curved in blood, but can I ask you about something, well a few things?

Fritz wanted to cry. "Y-yeah.." He mumbled putting his knees up to his eyes.

"Okay- so uhh- shit- how do I say this, Uhm, are you transgender?" Jeremy asked. "Uhm, yeah- i- if you don't wanna date or something," Fritz said tearing up.

"What! No! Of course, I still wanna be your boyfriend! I love you for your personality and what you do not for what your gender is or body!" Jeremy said rubbing his hand down fritz back.

"R-really?" fritz said. "Yep," Jeremy said grabbing his face and kissing it.

Fritz turned a bright red. "I love you," He said. "I love you too," Jeremy said smiling. "A-anything else you wanna ask me?" "Yeah, uhm, why?" Jeremy asked.
"Uhm, the mirror, i-i all I see when I look in it is my father, and I hate it, its put some much trama and mental problems on me and I don't know what to do and the first thing I think about its harming myself I've tried coping mehcimes and many other things but none of them work," Fritz said tearing up.

"Oh shit,im sorry, I don't think you look like your father, you look like you," Jeremy said, "that makes 0 sense," Fritz said laughing. "Yeah-" Jeremy said letting out a chuckle. Jeremy got up and brought fritz along with him. "I think I have a spare hoodie in my locked I could let you wear it to hide your arm?" Jeremy asked. "Mm, alr, ill give it back to you I promise," Fritz said.

"You can keep it I don't care, now come on superstar," Jeremy said walking along.

He grabbed Fritz's hand and began to walk the halls walking to his locked with the love of his life with him. <3