JereMike || A FNAF Story

Choices

(Jeremy's P.O.V.)

Everything was black. I couldn't see anything. I tried to look around, but not one dim of light. But there were voices, and definitely, Mikes was there. His deep voice sounded as if it had become more pitched, but maybe because of the condition.

Thinking was hard.

It was hard to even think of anything at this point. Before I knew it, I woke up.

"Jeremy? Hey buddy..." Mike.

"M..Mike?" My voice stuttered, like always. But this was different from all the pain I felt as I moved, trying to sit up.

"Jeremy, no. Please stay in one spot." The doctor said walking in. My head was absolutely pounding, and I couldn't think. What happened to you Jere?

"Mike, what did I do?" I asked, laying back down.

"Jeremy, I'm telling you the truth. I walked into the office and you," he stopped. Then continued, "you were bleeding, pretty bad."
I could tell he was having trouble pronouncing anything. His small stutters made me feel horrible and think; what did I do?

Then it came to me.

~Mike had fallen asleep on the couch. I looked down at my watch, as it struck 11:45pm. I knew I had to get to work in time. Since my driving skills were horrible, I walked to work. I listened as my watch ticked all the way until the doors of the pizzeria. When I walked in, I thought, Why would Mike hide this from me. Then he was going to leave me. LEAVE ME HERE ALONE. He told me he was going to quit. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Once I walked in, none of the animatronics were on stage. My anxiety had reached the limit, and I was beginning to panic. I ran to the office, and slammed all of the doors shut. Looking at the tablet made my anxiety even worse. I looked down at my watch. 12:37am. Mike should be here by now...

The power went out. My surroundings were silent then ever. Too silent. I was waiting for one of the animatronics to kill me right there, but nothing happened.

Then Foxy appeared out of nowhere.

He bit my frontal lobe. Now I knew I was a victim. Just like Mike.~

I was horrified, and I didn't know what to do. It explained why thinking was hard, and Mike looked even more worried. "Jeremy, please... It's okay-" but I couldn't help but blurt out at him.

"Okay?! You think this is okay?! You let this happen to me! I don't have a f*cking frontal lobe now, because of you!" The hot tears streamed down my face, and my head was pounding again. Mike's face had lowered from a sad face, down to a worried face.

"You, you don't understand Jeremy! I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't there." He looked as if he were pleading, not telling me. "I walked in, and you were just, there." I had absolutely no words to say to him. It wasn't his fault Jeremy.

The doctor walked in, and I wanted to ask him so many questions. What are the side affects? What will happen to me? Am I gonna die?

And so I did. I asked him questions, some he couldn't answer. Mike tried to tell me that I would be okay, but I ignored him. I say up slowly, not caring what Mike thought. "Listen, it wasn't my fault. An animatronic bit me! I swear!" I told the doctor. Mike looked shock, and as soon as he thought about it, he ran off into the other room.

We both shared something in common.

I was so worried, I just wanted to run to him and hug him. But I couldn't, and it was like I was disabled. I tugged at the bandage at my head, and slowly laid back down. Now I was worried about him. But where could he have gone in a hospital? Unless he left, he should be fine. Then I thought of Mike. How did he feel when he was bitten by an animatronic. How did anyone feel? How about his parents? Friends?

When Mike was little, I was his friend.
I was terrified, though. We were like, best friends. Although he was older than me, I didn't care. He isn't my friend anymore. He's like my father. I couldn't think anymore.

Literally.

My head had never pounded this much before, ever. But as the room got darker, a new image appeared. A flashback.

~Mike, his little self. The birthday party, Foxy at the stage. It was like the past times. Everything was like the same. My mother had left me, to go run some errands. Mike bossing me around. Then, the scene where Foxy sang. I watched as my little self and Mike ran over to the stage and watched Foxy sing. Then Mike made his way up, to hug Foxy. All of that. But I watched as my little self flinched as the circuit blew from Foxy. He wasn't acting right at all. I was scared. I ran up the stage and pulled Mike away from the animatronic. Foxy bit down at the air, capturing nothing.

And I thought...

Did I just change the past?~

I woke up, in my bed. My head felt very tight when sitting up. Mike wasn't there to help me, to tell me it would be okay. I was scared for him.

"Mike? You here?" I asked. Nothing. I walked in the bathroom, looking at my head, and saw the white bandage.

It was only a dream.

I ran into my room and grabbed my phone, immediately feeling the light head feeling again. "Oh god.." I continued. I dialed Mike's cell and called him. It rang twice, and then a voice. But it wasn't Mike's voice.

"Jeremy." They said on the other line. It was a solid, creepy voice, with a slight laugh at the end.

"Who is this? Where's Mike?" I panicked.

"If you ever want to see Mike again," they stopped. "Meet me at the pizzeria."

They ended the call. The silence got to me, and before I knew it, I was already out the door.