§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Thank you... [Chapter 6]

It was 11:15 at night, almost time to go to work. Jeremy was already ready for the night shift, he was reading his novel laying on his bed. He lifted his wrist then saw the time was 11:20 PM. He sighed then closed his novel deciding to leave early since he had nothing else to do.
He left his home grabbing his phone and house key.
The teen walked down the sidewalk with streetlights shining above him hearing the crickets chirp.
He finally arrived then looked at his watch, the time was 11:33, good timing. Jeremy then entered inside the pizzeria. That cold chill enters through his body up his spine giving him goosebumps. He shook his head ignoring the feeling then walked toward the office ignoring the animatronics.
Once he entered the office he sat down waiting patiently for his coworker to arrive. He really didn't want to see him, Mr. Schmidt's presence even made the teen feel slightly uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact that he didn't care for the teen at all, only cared for himself. It's almost like he hated the world and everyone in it. He sighed then laid his head on the desk putting his arms around his head thinking about everything.
His life was falling apart in front of his eyes, first his mom, now he has move back in with his dad.
Jeremy starting to think, was life really worth living for anymore? There's no one left to live for anymore. Not a moment later he heard light footsteps from the hallway then jerked his head up to see a shadow like figure coming toward the office. Jeremy knew it had to have been his coworker since his footsteps were lighter and wasn't making a bunch of clanking noises.
Mike narrowed his eyes toward the teen then rolled his eyes not having a care in the world. He sat down placing his feet up on the table reaching for the music box. Jeremy didn't notice Mikes hand and also reached for it. Once the two noticed their hands were close to colliding they pulled away and awkwardness filled the office.
"Can you not be a dumb fuck for once" Mike asked harshly reaching out for the music box.
Jeremy said nothing then grabbed the tablet and started scrolling through the cameras.
"You can at least try not to mess up this time and maybe things would go smoother" Mike commented again.
Jeremy shut his eyes tightly tightening his grip onto the tablet then opened his eyes placing the tablet on his lap." L-look M-mr. Schmidt... Can you at least h-have some faith in m-me? I-I know you don't care a-about me b-but I'm going through a-a lot at the moment, I-I don't need your m-mean words toward m-me..." Jeremy said as he stood up for himself.
"Are you gonna stop me dumb fuck? It's not my fault I have to fix all your stupid mistakes, and I could give two shits about your issues, okay? Okay" Mike said harshly toward the teen having no sympathy for Jeremy's honesty.
Jeremy was close to getting up and leaving the building but he knew he needed this job, even if it meant he had to put up with this jerk.
Hours passed, the animatronics seemed a little active as the night progressed, but overall it seemed okay.
It was 4 AM, close to 6. Silence still filled the office between the two until a sound of a radio of some sort occurred alerting both men.
"W-what was t-that...?"
"Hell if I know, just shut up and ignore it" Mike commanded as he paid his attention toward the hallway flashing the light. There was nothing there but the sound got louder and louder as if something was getting closer.
There was nothing in the vents or the hallway, what could be making that sound?
Jeremy searched through every part of the cameras and saw nothing. He then looked up, his skin grew pale at the figure he saw. It was a torn up fox who looked like the other animatronics but, very broken up and ripped apart.
Jeremy dropped the tablet still looking at the mangled fox hanging from the ceiling. Mike then look up and saw the fox, his eyes widened with a drop of sweat fall from the side of his face. Mangle turned its head toward the older male then opened its jaw showing its razor sharp teeth and started coming toward him with its black sinister eyes and white pupils. Mike stood up from his chair and took a step back not knowing what to do. Jeremy watched as Mangle started to lean closer to Mr. Schmidt and widened his eyes with sweat dripping from the side of his face as well starting to shake.
Mike backed up against the wall, mangle at least a foot away from his face.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Mike shouted trying to back away more into the wall. The animatronic a screeched at the night guard.
Mangle was ready to attack.
It charged toward Mike, everything went in slow motion.
Mikes eyes were shut tightly ready to feel a wave of pain but all he felt was a shove, collapsing to the floor. When he opened his eyes Mangle had Jeremy's arm, digging its teeth deep into his skin. The teen screamed in pain feeling blood start to fall from his arm. The room flickered on and off, the moment the lights came back on mangle was gone and Jeremy was on the floor against the wall covering the deep bite wound in his arm. Crimson blood spilled from the teens arm and on his gentle hand. Jeremy was crying softly in pain with his eyes closed shaking. Mike shook his head then rushed toward the teen.
"Kid what the fuck?!" Mike shouted as he kneeled down putting his hand on the teens shoulder.
Jeremy didn't answer to Mikes comment and just kept shaking and biting his lip from the pain.
"You could of been fucking killed! What in the fuck were you thinking kid?!" Mike shouted toward the teen again." I-I c-couldn't see y-you get hurt..." The teen said with tears still falling on the cold floor along with drops of blood.
"Fucking hell kid, come on we gotta get you patched up" Mike said as he wrapped his arm around the teens shoulder helping him get on his feet.
The two men then walked to the locker room. Mike sat Jeremy on the bench then grabbed the Med-Kit on top of one of the lockers. He then opened it up grabbing the Alchol and bandages then sat on the teens left where his wound was.
"Alright move your hand so I can wrap it up" Mike ordered the teen. Jeremy pulled his hand down to his side waiting for his bloody arm to be cleaned up.
Mike put a couple drops of Alcohol on the bandage then rubbed it against Jeremy's skin. Blood stained the white bandage but cleaned up his arm pretty well. A piece of the teens uniform was torn on his shoulder where the bite wound was. The Crimson blood stained the teens uniform down to his arm.
Jeremy bit his lip whimpering from the stinging pain that was being rubbed against his deep wound.
"Calm down I'm almost done, stop flinching and I'll be done quicker" Mike ordered. Jeremy nodded in response and kept biting his lip.
"So kid... Why in fuck sake would you take the shot for me" Mike asked with his voice in a calm tone, surprisingly." I-I couldn't just s-stand there a-and watch it h-happen... Y-you could of d-died..." Jeremy responded.
"Even after the way I treated you? That's way to fucking stupid of you if you ask me".
"W-well... I-I still can't j-just stand there a-and let that h-happen.W-We're a team after all. I-I'm sure you would of d-done the same f-for me..." Jeremy explained but doubted his last sentence thinking that Mr. Schmidt would even risk his life for Jeremy's. They barely even knew each other, and the kid would already risk his young life for a big douch bag like Mikes?
"Yea, anyways you should be fine, I wrapped it up pretty good so it shouldn't be such a big issue" Mike informed the teen as he got up walking over to his locker opening it up, taking his name tag off and placing it in the locker.
Jeremy then also got up looking at his wrapped wound then looked back at his coworker.
"T-thank you Mr. Schmidt" Jeremy thanked. Mike stepped closer to him and pulled out his hand.
"Just call me Mike kid, and thank you too" Mike said as Jeremy also pulled out his hand shaking with his starting to break a smile.
The clock finally struck to 6 AM.
Both men then leave the building going there separate ways.
Jeremy walked home having a smile on his face feeling good about himself.
This was a good start to a good friend ship between the two.