The JereMike Collection

Game On

"A childhood stolen, a memory lost, a debt unpaid and a burden to bare...." A shiver shook the nightwatch's spine as the Marionette listed, the word 'burden' burning in his mind. The puppet chuckled at the reaction, a deep grumble laced with delight."You know as well as I, little clover, that Micheal Schmidt would be much happier dead-"

"Y-your wrong..." Jeremy's voice cracked, diminishing his what little confidence he had left. "M-Mike isn't like that. He's the most lively person I know..."

"Yes, that may be true." The puppet agreed, "But he was a different man before you knew him."

"...I've never heard of him being any different..."

"Then you are easy to deceive." The Marionette mused, watching as a light flared in clover colored eyes.

"Before you, that man was full of anger, not a kind word nor thought in his mind. I did not need to speak to him, you see, but I could hear him. The thoughts in his mind are as loud as a train, always pondering on the sorrows, the agony that others have bestowed to him." A shadow of a smile fell over his mask. "And how he could one day return the favor."

Listening intently, Jeremy felt his lip quiver. He stopped himself, shaping it into a frown. "Mike is not that kind of p-person..." He defended, gripping the flashlight tightly. "He would never hurt anyone..."

"Oh, but he has..." The puppet gave a low laugh. "It might not have been too vicious, however, he certainly would have advanced to achieve such a life, had you not of met him"

"...I still don't understand" Jeremy voiced, "I-I've never seen Mike hurt anyone!" The puppet gave him knowing glare, causing him to back peddle.

"Aside from...blanks, but that's different. The Mike I know cares about people, and s-sure he can bit a dick sometimes...but that's just him.." He trailed off. "W-why would he want to hurt anyone?"

The puppet beamed at the question, as if he was awaiting it. "There is a darkness in every being who breathes, I'm afraid. For some, it can be faint, hardly a spec on their canvas" He runs a soothing motion over the shivering nightwatch as he says this, a mock show of comfort.

"For others, it's a stain darkened by the colors of others, the cause of many woes. Anger and vulnerability being a few of them."

Inching away from the motherly touch, Jeremy stared into the mask's holes with bewilderment, more questionings racing through his mind instead of the answers he had hoped for. "Y-Your speaking in riddles...It doesn't make it any easier to understand you" He muttered, trying to gain what little space that was available.

Frustration rose in the teen, and he gave a little kick, trying to gain some air. "Please..." He mummered, his lungs constricting. "W-what does this have to do with the g-game?" He sputtered. "If you're going to kill me, just-"

"If you beat a dog and put it in a kennel, and you will surely find it aggressive..." The puppets smile seemed to widen. "But give it a love that will ease it's wounds, you will soon find it protective"

The hands that cupped Jeremy's cheeks softly jerked to the sides. The teen whimpered as the Marionette calmly observed the skin; pale and untouched, looked to be handled with care. "You are the key, little clover. One that Benjamin will use against dear Mike to pick him apart, piece by piece until there is nothing left but a hateful psyche full of hurt and trauma."

His eyes glowed brighter. "The perfect vessel"

"...I won't let that happen"

Jeremy swallowed as cloth fingers froze, the observation halted. "I'll die before I'll let Benjamin take him"