My Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria story

The Escape

The doctor brought Jeremy to blood testing room and sat him down in a chair. He grabbed a needle and he went closer to Jeremy and stuck it in him. Jeremy flinched because he didn't expect it so soon. "Ok and done, you can get up now." "Ok thanks doc." Jeremy walked back to Mike's room and sat. For hours he sat, bored, but didn't want to leave. About 10 pm and the doctor came back. "So can I give him my blood, doc?" The doctor looked at him, concerned as he looked, he shook his head no. Jeremy's eyes, bright, wide and crying. "I'm so very sorry." "No, it's ok..." "I'm going to leave you alone." The doctor left the room and closed the door. "Oh Mike, it's... ok you'll be up soon, don't you worry about... about," Jeremy closed his eyes and looked away. Just about one hour later, he had to leave because visiting hours are over. "Oh ok, well I'll be on my way." Jeremy said to the doctor. "Hey...?" "Yea?" "I'm so sorry for you and Mike." The doctor said quietly. "Oh, yea ok. Well just tell if you fine someone?" "Ok..." Jeremy left and went to his house. "I should return the car, but it'll be fine." Jeremy grabbed his keys and unlocked the door. *sigh* Jeremy walked in, sat his keys down, sat hisself down and turned on the tv. The news came and here wanted to watch it, so he did. "Braking news! A man from Alla care hospital as escaped. His name is Vincent Bishop. He's highly dangerous, for he has killed four  nurse. So be on the looko-" Jeremy turned off the tv, shaken by himself. He keep a killer in his house, 'Is that what Mike was trying to warn me about?' He thought to himself. He rapped himself into a blanket and lied down. He soon fell asleep. The next morning he was on the floor, not even remember fall or waking up. He got up and made a sandwich. About two minuets later, Jeremy was done making the sandwich and went upstairs to his room and called Emily to tell her about Vincent, but she didn't answer. 'Ugh, whatever.' Jeremy got done eating and he decided to go head out to get his mind off of everything that's happened. Jeremy drove to a store, not to get anything, but to sit, get his mind off things. He rested his head on the steering wheel, thinking about what he could do for the day. Jeremy flung his up hitting the back of his on the car's head rest. "Ow!" Jeremy said rubbing the back of his head. He felt a liquid cold, runny, he move his hand to see what it was. "Blood!?" It wasn't bad since it was small. He got out car and removed the head rest. He poked the front of it like he was poking a bug as a kid. He tour it up to find a very bloody knife, stained some of the stuffing, he got out out his phone and 911. He put the top of his wrist on his forehead waiting for them to come. When they got the saw Jeremy crying a little bit looking at the knife. "Ok sir when did you find the knife?" One of the police officers said. "I just found. I was rest my head on the wheel trying to get my mind off things." "Ok and what "things"?" "My friend had to go to the hospital and that guy who escaped I use to live with and... my friend tried to warn me. But I didn't because he would always joke around, and the only way he knew what because..." Jeremy froze he just stood there, heart racing. "Because...?" The officer said. "Because Mike worked with him and saw him kill the kids and he did nothing to help when the..., the..." Jeremy fell as he thought about Mike, the bit of '87. "bit of '87 at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." Jeremy said, the officer just have him a wired look and closed his note pad. "Ok sir we will examen it and tell you who the finger prints are." "Ok." Jeremy said sitting there still on his knees, looking down, as they drove off.