The JereMike Collection

Game Over

"We'll wait with ye, Strings" She comforted, "Might as well, seeing how we ain't catching mice tonight"

The Marionette, although a bit irritated, let out a sigh. He gave them a tender look. "Your company is...appreciated"

Endo gagged. "Don't mention it"

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Jeremy walked cautiously down the hallway, eyes darting anxiously from side to side. The lighting was dim, the only source of illumination being the flickering lights scattered all over the building. Even so they weren't much help, providing some light for a few seconds before shutting off again, leaving the teen in an ever growing darkness.

He strained to stop his quivering lip. The flashlight was left behind with the puppet, too late to turn back now.

He huddled into himself as he walked, nervously playing with the wrist watch. With his footsteps being the only sound in the eerie silence, it made the tick of time from the watch pound louder in his ears. Tense, he glanced down to check the time, something he's been doing for the past ten minutes. Not much longer until 6AM. Giving a shaky breath, he turned the corner to peek inside the security office. Jeremy froze.

There was a tiny, plastic, blood stained name tag sitting innocently on the desk, placed oh so carefully next to a ringing phone.

Jeremy blinked, approaching the telephone with unease. It wasn't the usual time, he thinks to himself. And it's been so long since there's been a call. So why now?

The name tag caught his eye as he stepped up to it. Swallowing, he ignored the tag, inwardly hoping that the blood staining it's edges didn't belong to whom he thought it did. Though, he knew his hope was misguided.

The phone continued to ring as he surveyed the room. The puddles of blood had dried, creating dark red pools in the tile, the occasional crimson shoe print next to them, too big to be his. There still was an indication of where Freddy's head smashed into the wall, a scrape in the wallpaper, back when him and Mike were attacked...

Wasn't the table flipped over when that happened. Who flipped it upright?

Biting his lip, Jeremy shook the worry from his mind, reaching out towards the phone. He hesitated, pulling it off it's hook and pressing the dial. With a deep breath, he raised it to his ear. "H-hello?"

"Behind you"

The line cut abruptly as footsteps grew rapidly closer from behind.

Jeremy swiveled around just in time to dodge the attack. The phone however, suffered from his action; broken and smashed. A lump arose in the nightwatch's throat as he watched two hand take both ends and bend, breaking it in half. The pieces fell to the floor in a clatter, the destroyer wearing an immoral smile.

"I don't recall inviting any other players to our little affair..."

Benjamin twisted Mike's face into a laugh, soaking in the fear that flooded the teen's face. "Though it doesn't matter anymore I suppose...it's almost over"

Jeremy shivered, backing away. His hands shook as the man slowly approached at an agonizing slow pace. "It was a good game, if I do say so myself." He chuckled. His fingers tapped against the wooden desk as he stalked, an action of the impending chaos. "Surprised me, Fitzgerald, truly. I would have never guessed you'd be so good at hiding..."

The edgy smile never faultered. "But I suppose you're used to blending into the background by now, aren't you?"

Jeremy felt his rib cage expand with his racing heartbeat, staring wide eyed as the man made his way in his direction. His feet were frozen to the spot, unresponsive to his racing mind's screaming orders to run. He looked down to Mike's hands.