My Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria story

Date night went wrong

"That little girl you killed, she told me." "What little girl?" "Y'know the ONLY little girl..." Vincent knew what he was talking about but Jeremy was out there so he didn't want to say anything about him killing a little girl. "Can we talk about this another time?" "Umm yea sure whatever." After a few hours of talking Mike and Jeremy had to leave. "Hey I'm sorry but I have to go Vincent." "Nah you're fine." Mike walked to the elevator but Jeremy stopped and pointed stairs. "Oh for..., ugh ok." Mike said shooing  Jeremy over to the stairs. "Y'know what Mike?" "What Jeremy you want to walk back up than down again?" "No..., no! Look!" Jeremy showed Mike his arms and Mike grabbed them to see that all the cuts have held, not even no bloods stains, or scabs. "They held...?" Mike let go of them and hugged Jeremy almost falling down the stairs but Jeremy managed to hold them up, somehow, since Jeremy was smaller than Mike. "Yep, and you can let go now!" "Oh sorry." They continued to walk down the stair, Mike still happy about Jeremy's arms and how they held so fast. When they got to the bottom Jeremy wanted to go get some food since they haven't eaten in 5 hours. "Please can we get takeout...? I'll pay!" Jeremy said but Mike refuses. "No I'm not letting you pay." "Than can we still get takeout...?" Mike thought about it but he was hungry too. "Ugh ok Jeremy but this time only!" "O-" Jeremy was interrupted by Mike's phone making a buzz sound. "What's it say Mike?" "Well looks like I don't have to go to work." "Why?" Mike showed Jeremy his hand and told him what happened. "That happened, and I didn't know it?!" "I told you in the hospital!" "Puff, whatever!" After a few minutes of Mike driving Jeremy reminded him to take him to takeout, or something. "Please, remember I'll pay!" "I already said ok, but you're not paying, and where do you want to go in the first place?" "Well if we don't go to Wendy's, it could be a date?" Mike looked very happy about that, but he really should pay. "Well I guess we can go to Applebee's?" "Great!!" Mike drove to nearest Applebee's, went in a sat down. He grabbed the menu and stared to look through it. He didn't see anything he wanted he just asked Jeremy what he wanted. "What are you getting Jeremy?" "Umm I guess just a stake with some potatoes on the side. You?" "I guess the same thing." "Oh so what would you two like to order?" "I would like to order a stake with potatoes on the side, and make it two." "Ok it will that about 15 minutes." "Ok." Mike looked at Jeremy wanting to ask a question, but he didn't know if he was ok with asking it, so he didn't. "Why are you looking at me?" Jeremy asked resting his head on his hand. "I... just... can't." Jeremy looked Mike putting his hand on Mike's. "You can't do what?" Mike pulled his hand away putting it in his lap. "Mom's. . . dead." Jeremy looked at Mike says, "Mike I... didn't know... when did you find out?" "No please I'd rather not talk about it, ok Jeremy?" "Oh I, I'm sorry Mike." "It's not you fault." After about 10 minutes later their food came. "Ok so two stakes and potatoes on the side right?" "Um yes thank you." The waitress set the food on the table and handed them some napkins. Mike grabbed a fork and slammed it into the stake and trying to hold himself up with it. He looked down into his lap. Jeremy jumped in shock. "What the, Mike!" Mike looked at Jeremy, he was crying, Jeremy didn't know why. "Mike, why are you crying?" "You know what Jeremy..." "W-What?" "You can't." "I can't what?" "You just can't, understand." Mike's head started to bleed from the stitches, he lifted his beanie and set it on the table. "Please help me Jeremy." Mike feel from lots of blood lose. "MIKE!" All the workers came and called 911. When Mike was driving to the hospital, Jeremy just fallowed. Jeremy got to the hospital, he walked in and sat down. The doctor walked out and into the waiting area and says, "Jeremy, Jeremy Fitzgerald." Jeremy stood up and said, "That's me." "Come on back." Jeremy got up and walked through the door. "So doc, how is he?" "He's doing fine, but..." "But what?" "He's lost a lot of blood, and he needs a transplant." Jeremy stopped, froze, he didn't move, not even looking like he's breathing, but he is so don't worry. "Umm..., are you ok, Fitzgerald?" He shook his head and started to walk again. "Yea I'm fine doc." He's not fine. 'I really can't have this, not now!' Jeremy thought to himself. "He's right in here, but he won't wake up until a week, from lack of blood." "O...k." Jeremy walked in and the doctor closed the door. "Oh Mike, I wish I could, could. . ." Jeremy cried, but what of nowhere, he had in idea. "I could give you MY blood!" Jeremy walked out the door and ask the nurse where the doctor was. "He's right in here." The nurse pointed at a door, but Jeremy couldn't come in. "But you'll have to wait." "That's ok." Jeremy walked back into the room with Mike. "Hey Mike, you'll be up soon." The doctor walked into the room and Jeremy looked at him. "You wanted to see me?" "Yes, you did say he needs a blood transplant?" "Yes...?" "I was wondering if I could give him my blood." The doctor looked at him if he heard him right. "Are you sure? You have to be the same blood type, a-and-" "I'm sure. So please test my blood." The doctor opened the door and they both walked out.