I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 1- introduction

"What do you mean? I though you said I didn't need them!"  the brunette yelled at his purple partner, the room illuminated by a dull lamp. "Jeremy! please, just take your medication!" the purple one replied, trying to keep him as calm as he can. who knows what this kid could do if he didn't take his meds. Jeremy's eye glowed pink. 'ohh god this is bad. this is really really bad.' 

"Well Vincent, Maybe I dont want to! Maybe I want to go crazy~" Jeremy giggled. Vincent gulped. he quickly glanced at his wrist watch, the time reading 11:20.  Jeremy has work tonight, and he cant have him acting like this around his work mate. if anyone were to find out, they would both be in some deep shit. 'fucking hell, this is all my fault. if i didn't have to use the sharpest fucking knife to cook, this wouldn't have happened.'  he held his bloodied hand, poorly covered in paper towels and scotch tape. his thoughts were cut off by a small hand pressed against his chest. pink crept onto his face. he smacked the hand away, glaring at Jeremy's bright pink eyes. "No, Jeremy, knock it off. Please just take your meds. I promise you will feel a lot better" Vincent was now ever so slightly panicking. if he wouldn't cooperate, then he would have to use force. it would be difficult, since he was still sore from yesterday. last nights victim tried to put up a fight. Jeremy bit his lip, attempting to seduce him. 'no, not again'  

Vincent took a deep breath through his nose, and out his mouth. "Jeremy, listen. If you take your medication, I will do whatever you want." He tried to sound as convincing as possible. it worked. surprisingly. When Jeremy is at this state, he would do anything to get something he wants. jeez, that took way too long. "alright~!" he giggled, taking the pills from the purple ones hand, not even bothering to get water. he swallowed them easily. he smirked at Vincent, but it quickly faded, as did the pink in his eyes. Jeremy blinked. "w-what...?" he glanced around the room. 

"You alright kiddo?" Vincent asked, relived to see that bright pink drain, and replaced with a beautiful emerald green. "....I-it happened again....didn't it.... " the Brunette asked him, his head drooped down, staring at his worn out converse. Vincent sighed. "Don't worry about it kid. you didn't do anything that bad this time, which means your getting better!" He smiled down at him and ruffled his messy brown hair. Jeremy slowly looked up at him, a small smile replaced his frown. "Thanks Vincent" he said. 

After a couple minutes of silence, Vincent gasped. "Oh shit! what time is it?!" he brought his wrist up to his face, reading the time. 11:35. He sighed, running a hand through his violet hair. "we need to get you to work. Boss doesn't like it when workers are late." Jeremy nodded. grabbing his bag with his uniform inside, and followed the purple man out the door

[[Time Skip]]

(Jeremy's POV)

I quickly walked into the security office that belonged to the one and only Freddy Fazbears Pizza. There, standing with his arms folded, and a sort of angry expression, Mike Schmidt. He tapped his foot impatiently. "H-hi"  I said, waving slightly. Mike glared daggers at me. I felt like curling up into a ball in a corner. I guess I deserve this. I need to control myself around blo- "Jeremy, this is the 5th time your late" Mike snapped. I flinched, dropping my head into my hand, and running a hand through the rats nest that my hair is. I don't understand why people say it looks fine though. its a complete disaster.

"Y-yeah, I'm really sorry Mike. I was helping Vinc-" "Oh of course" he put a hand to his forehead in a ridiculous, dramatic way, "Oh my dear Vinny, How I love you so~" he said in a high pitched voice, then returning to his ice cold stare. "A-are you mocking me?" I asked, disgusted. He smirked. "I think I sound just like you Jere" He walked up to me and flicked my nose. I yelped, jumping back and holding my nose, my face pink from embarrassment. "H-hey! I don't sound like that at all! Plus ow!" I looked away from him. that actually really did hurt. I muttered some things under my breath, quiet, but loud enough so he can notice. Mike you are so fucking lucky I like you...

The clock rang, indicating that it was time to start our job. It was pretty simple. watch the cameras, check the vents, and make sure those furry fuckers don't kill you. toady was Monday, so they were the least active. barley show up in the hallway. I sighed, and fiddled around with my Freddy mask. We use if for tricking the animatronics when then come into the office. it messes with their facial scanners. 

I don't know about Mr. Grumpy pants over there, but the silence is killing me. Mike kept his eyes on the tablet, watching the cameras. Mike can be a little paranoid and overprotective at times, even on Mondays. I sighed again, a little louder. I could feel mike swearing at me in his mind. I smiled, knowing that I can piss him off easily. I heard a thud, the noise coming from Mike's side of the office. I didn't even bother to even glimpse. 

Then I heard it

"Fuck!" I heard Mike whisper-yelp. My head snapped into his direction. I saw him gripping his hand, and a red liquid poured down his arm, and onto the dirty tiled floor.

'no....nononononon no this isn't happening'

I gulped. I can already feel it coming. My fingertips started to tingle and I felt my face become hot. Mike removed his hand with a slight hiss in pain, so he can see the damage. I couldn't tear my eyes away. He didn't notice me staring at him, which was a good thing, because I bet that my eyes already changed to that rose quartz colour. I flinched when I heard him call my name. I cleared my throat. "Y-yeah?" My voice noticeably deeper. Mike looked at me, and thinned his lips into a line. I quickly put my head down, so he couldn't see my eyes. "could ya go and get me the First aid kit please?" he asked, looking back at his hand, blood covered both hands. 'this is too much....fuck' 

I sat up quickly, and ran out to the 'employees only' area. nothing special, just a couple of lockers, a bathroom and sinks, like a gym locker room kind of. okay enough with details, back to the task at hand. I quickly walked over to the sink, splashing water onto my face. I brought my face up into the mirror, my eyes locked onto the pink colour. noticeably, there were little heart in my eyes. I fucking hated it. I rubbed my face with a towel, then went over to my locker, twirling the lock, and opened it. I grabbed the pill bottle, and twisted it open, but used too much force and the pills scattered all across the floor. I growled. "God dammit!" I yelled, getting down onto my knees and picking up all the pills. What I didn't notice was that mike was standing in the doorway, his expression horrified as I looked right at him.