The Graveyard Shift [Jeremike]

Chapter 9:The Survivor

Mike's P.O.V
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I wasted no time in getting to the pizzeria in the morning. I needed to see if that Jeremy kid was alright. As soon as I unlocked the doors I dashed to the office expecting it to be empty and for the smell of blood to be abundance in the back room. But once I got to the office...he was still there..."M-Mr.Schmidt...y-you scared m-me...." He stuttered nervously letting out a sigh of relief.

I said nothing as I walked over to him. Without saying another word I hugged him. Guess he was still scared about the animatronics because he flinched when I hugged him. "M-Mr.S-Schmidt...?" He questioned. "Mike. Call me Mike." I spoke refusing to let go. He made it. Jeremy made it through the hellish cycle of the night. He listened and survived. I smiled softly as I let go of him.

"Go home kid, you need to rest. Second night is worse than the first." I broke the silence between us. He nodded and left in a hurry. I sighed as I began my usual routine of getting everything in order before the Boss came in. [Of course he preferred to be called Byron]
with some rather large boxes......