The Graveyard Shift [Jeremike]

Chapter 1:The night shift.

[A/N: Okay so before I start this I want to get some things clear. Mike got the bite of '87, Jeremy's father is abusive, Jeremy's mother dead, and Doll does exist. Also the first few chapters will be in the time between the closing of the restaurant and the opening of the new one.]

Mike Schmidt sighed as he walked into the all too familiar pizzeria. He glared at the animatronics that stood upon the stage. Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. Of course there was that old fox in the Pirates Cove but Mike made no mention of it. He walked into the office that protected him from said animatronics, when all of a sudden his boss walked in. "Mike my boy! How are you tonight?" He asked taking a 'puff' out of his cigar that hung lazily from the corner of his Jaw. Mike sighed, did he really have to answer that? "I'm good." He grumbled folding his arms across his chest as he sat down. "Ah that's great! Listen, we're moving you to say shift cause this old place is shutting down in a few weeks." His boss started.

Mike couldn't believe his ears, he'd heard that the day shift made twice the amount of his pay just to laze around and make sure the kids didn't get to close to the stage or that none of them went to Pirates Cove. He felt a smile tug at his lips when a thought crossed his mind. How could he be moved to day shift if they were taking this place down? "Of course we're opening a new location if you're wondering. Now all we need is a new night guard." He grumbled puffing out more smoke.

"Thank you sir." He stated as his boss left. 'Hasta la vesta fuckboys.' Mike thought triumphantly. Now all he needed to do was get through a few more weeks with these things. Oh boy...

12:00 A.M

Mike grabbed the tablet off the desk as he leisurely flipped through the camera's. No one was out. This was expected as it was a Monday so the animatronics wouldn't be that rowdy. With a little luck he might even have no one at his doors tonight! He smirked as he leaned back and let the fan blow a nice breeze in his face. 'Who's idea was it to have a fan in a place where everything takes up power?' He thought the smirk dropping from his face. "Bah who cares, I know I don't." He muttered to himself kicking back in the chair. Yep, things were looking up for Mike......