WHAT IF? // Dave x Jeremy // fan fiction // FNAF // Blueycapsules

CHAPTER TWO - EXPOSED

February 19, 2:25 PM, 1991

Phil takes a bite out of his cheesy pepperoni pizza, sitting at a small table with a wooden chair sitting across from him, by himself inside a pizza hut.

He takes another bite and looks at his watch that reads "2:25" on it. He sighs. The restaurant opens at three, those two better have finished setting the party tables and putting up the streamers for the party, plus everything else that is needed, he told himself.

Phil finishes up his food and throws his trash away in the trash can, saying his thank you's as he's headed out the door.
Phil drives down the road and makes a right turn, parking right in front of the restaurant.

He hops out of his car, locks it, and walks over to the restaurant. He grabs his key out of his coat pocket and unlocks the door.

CREEeeak

the door creaked really loudly when he opened it. Strange, it wasn't creaking like this earlier today, he thought to himself with a confused expression. He worries about that later and walks inside, locking the door behind him. "I'm here, how's it going?"

No one's here, well at least in this room.

However, the tables are all set, balloons are inflated, and streamers are hanging up like they're supposed to. Phil puts his hands on his hips, impressed.

"Wow guys, you've actually done an incredible job! Unless this was Jeremy doing all the work again," he moans under his breath, "I hope this was a team effort."

His fingers are crossed, hoping that it was, but deep down, he knew it probably wasn't. Poor Jeremy, if he did all this by himself, Phil's gonna have a few words with Dave. Now, he needs to find those two. "Mr. Miller, Jeremy, I see what you've done with the place, I'm very happy to see your work!"

Nothing, no response.

"Hmm," he hummed, "where the hell are they?" Bonnie adjusts his guitar and whispers to Chica, "Th3y'r3 so g3tting fir3d 0nc3 h3 f1nds 0ut what th3y'r3 d0ing," he snickered. Chica scoffs at him, "Y3ah, pr0ba11y," she agreed.

Phil goes into the party room; they're not there, then checks into parts and service, not there, kitchen, not there, men's bathroom, not there, they're nowhere to be found.

Did they leave without my consent? He questioned himself. There's no way they left, they aren't that stupid.

He shakes his head and goes to his office to make some phone calls before they open. It is 2:55 PM right now and he doesn't have too much time before they open, so those two better get back before then.

Phil walks down the hallway and heads to his office. When he arrives, he turns the door knob, but pauses for a second.
I could've sworn I locked this door, he thought, and proceeded to open the door.
When the door opens all the way, he freezes, with his eyes widened so far in terror. "M-Miller . . ."

Dave and Jeremy were caught making out in the corner of the room. Dave was the one up against the wall and pushes Jeremy off of him with a lot of force, and Jeremy screams while flying across the room. "Why . . . howdy there Mr. Manager?" Dave acts as if nothing had ever happened.

"Oh my God," Jeremy mumbled—cupping his mouth with his hands—staring at Phil, blushing like crazy, "Mr, Guy, I–we can explain! I swear!"

Phil feels sick to his stomach, while staring at the two of them. Dave wipes his lips off with the back of his hand and brushes his clothing off, fixing his hair as well.

"What the ACTUAL FUCK?!" Phil shouts, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!?!?"
"Whateva do ya mean boss?" Dave asks.

"WHAT DO I MEAN!?!?!?!?!?!? WHY IN THE GODDAMN HELL ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH WITH JEREMY, DAVE!!!??? WHY??"
Dave can't help himself, "Tell me why–"
"Ain't nothing but a mistake," Jeremy sings along, but quietly. He can't help it.

"TEEELL me whYY–"
"Ain't nothing but a heartache," Jeremy hates himself for doing this. "Now tell me why–"
"I never wanna hear you say," the next part they sing together, except Dave sings the loudest, "I want it that WAAAAYYYY!"

Phil is lowkey concerned for them.

"God Damn, that was tight!" Dave goes over to Jeremy and pats him on the back twice. Jeremy nervously smiles at him, and Dave winks at him.

Jeremy just now realized what he meant by "tight" and is now a hot mess. Phil's eye twitches, his nose scrunching up in disgust, "Both of you . . . OUT OF MY OFFICE, NOW!!!"

Dave and Jeremy are standing outside of Phil's office next to each other in silence. Jeremy stares at the floor in humiliation, while Dave on the other hand, isn't phased at all.

Fock, If I get fired, I'll never be able to make more of that eternal purple cerium! Bloody HELL! He mentally told himself.

He looks over at Jeremy, who looks traumatized right now and nudges him with his elbow to Jeremy's arm. "Ey, don't worry about that, I'm sure he'll come to his senses and maybe not have us both fired!"
"Come to his senses?" Jeremy glares at him, "He has every right to fire us! Heck, we SHOUD be fucking fired!"
"Whoa, hey now–"
"Why the fuck would he keep us here after what just happened, Dave!? Would you keep your employees if you caught them making out?? AT WORK!?

Dave goes silent.

"NO! The answer is NO! This . . . this is all my fault, why did I kiss you!? WHY!?!?" Tch, if only you knew that I'm actually in my 40's you lil' twat, Dave thought.

Jeremy punches him in the arm with pure anger, but tears start streaming down his face and storms off down the hall, yelling and cussing along the way. "Well, that went well." Dave said sarcastically.