I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 2- Big Mistake

(Mikes POV)

I kicked my feet onto the desk, which lead to my mask falling down, which lead to me cutting my palm on the fucking sharp ass corners of the desk, which then resulted in a lot of blood. Way to go Mike. I gripped my hand and slightly hissed in pain. It didn't really hurt that much, but it still hurt. I sighed and rubbed my hand carefully. "Yo, Jeremy?" I called out. I heard him clear his throat. "Y-yeah?" He answered. Something was slightly off about his voice. Oh well. I tuned my head over to him and as I did, I saw that he quickly dropped his head down and stared at his lap. 'Guess the kid is squeamish or somethin' "could ya go and get me the first aid kit?" I said calmly. I didn't want to freak the kid out, he seems uncomfortable as it is. I looked down at my hands, which were covered in blood. Not helping at all. Fuck you desk. I heard the swivel chair that he was sitting in squeak, and quick footsteps down the hallway. I looked over my shoulder, as soon as I made sure he was gone, I stood up slowly and kicked the desk. it didn't do much, but it made me feel a little better.  I'll admit, I have some anger issues.

I sat on the floor, and slid my back against the desk, I waited for Jere to come back with the first aid kit. I looked at the clock on the wall, 4:56. I rested my head oh the desk and let out a long sigh. My hand pulsed, Like it had a heart beat. There was a lot more blood then expected. Some was dripping into the floor. I'll clean it later.

I glance back at the clock, 5:03. It shouldn't be taking him this long, he knows where the kit is. Maybe I should go and check on him. I really hope hes alright and those animatronics didn't get him. I stood up, placing my elbow on the desk for support. I didn't want to get blood on the desk. the Boss would kill me. I ran/walked down the hallway, and towards the 'Employees only' door. It took a while to convince the Boss to get this for us. As I was nearing the door, I heard a clash, and what sounded like tiny objects scattering across the floor. then I heard a familiar voice yell out "God dammit!" Fearing the worst, I rushed over towards the door, and swung it open. 

there, on the ground, was Jeremy. although, he seemed...different. something about him was off. as he reached for the pills towards the door, I saw him stare at me. My pupils dilated, and I felt like I was paralyzed. His eyes were....pink?! T-that doesn't make any sense?!

I took a step back, worried that something possessed him or something. "J-Jeremy...?" I asked, the tone of my voice made him smirk. he looked up at me, and narrowed his eyes, biting his lip. "Hia Mikey!~" He said in a chipper voice. I gulped, and he stood up, stumbling towards me, as if he were drunk. Jeremy doesn't drink, and as far as I know, alcohol does not add a pink effect to you eyes....wait, were those hearts? I am beyond confused. This must be some sort of prank.

I blinked. "Jeremy....? What is going on?" I demanded. He tilted his head and giggled. "Well, you see Mikey, I have this issue when it comes to blood. whenever I see it, I get the sudden urge to kill somebody~ you know what I mean?" He came closer. 1 step forward, 2 steps back. My heart stopped as I hit the cold brick wall. Jeremy grinned. "You weren't playing nice tonight..." His voice trailed off, and he pressed his chest against mine. My mind screamed to get away, but my body wouldn't listen. "J-Jeremy this isn't funny. Knock it off" I tried pushing him off, but he was a lot heavier than I remembered...

He looked at, with a small hint of confusion. "Who said I was joking?" He giggled and continued to harass me 

"So Mr. Schmidt, whats it gonna be~" I felt a small hand trail up my arm, and to my neck. I gulped, I swear, my heart is bound to beat out of my chest. "W-what do you mean...?" I asked, extremely nervous. He grinned, and wrapped his hand around my neck, not hard enough to choke me, but enough to keep me in my place. "Since I've taken a liking to you, i'll make you a deal." His other hand rubbed my noticeably red face."I can either Kill you," He ran that hand down my chest. Why cant I move?! "Or I can fuck you. Your choice Mikey"

....

what

is he fucking serious?!

so many thoughts ran through my head. 'Jeremy is the most innocent guy I know, He wouldnt kill somebody, nor would he fuck anyone?! He isn't that kind of guy!'  my head started to hurt,  and I didn't notice his hand heading south. I jumped, My body finally being able to move, I tried pushing him away, but he pinned me to the wall. 'How the fuck is this kid stronger than me?!' I struggled against his grip, but that only made him laugh. 'This is fucking ridiculous, he must be joking.' 

I looked at the floor, the pills are still scattered. are these used to help him for...whatever this is?? worth a shot I guess. I looked back at Jeremy, who was glaring at me. I think he noticed me staring at the pills. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for an opening of some kind. "Mikey~ I'm giving you a choice here. Don't look at those." He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into those pink eyes. they scared me. His pupils were replaced with white hearts, and his eyes sort of glowed.  "I know you want to do me. Like I haven't see you stare at my ass when I dropped something, or occasionally stare at my crotch. I know you want it~" 

I cant see him giving me an opening, so I'll just...make one. I took a deep breath. "Jeremy..." I said, leaning into his ear. My nails brushed his cheek. He loosened  his hold on me, thinking I was going to give in

I wasn't

"I'm sorry for what I'm am about to do and I hope you can forgive me" I said quickly. He looked at me confused until his eyes widened and collapsed onto the floor, holding his groin. I kinda feel bad now. It was for the best. I quickly got out of his grip and grabbed a pill from the ground, brushing it off, and running back over to Jere.

His eyes started to glow a bright pink, oh this wasn't gonna end well. Jeremy stood up. he started laughing, his eyes narrowed,

"oh ho Micheal....you have made a big mistake."