JereMike: Puppet

_Jeremy's POV_

I was lost. I can't see anything but darkness. I started walking but it feels like I'm just floating. I moved my hands around, nothing to feel.

For some reason, I know this was on my mind right now. Black, empty, nothing. I wasn't scared, I rather felt relax. I wish this goes on..

Light suddenly appeared from the distance, then suddenly, the light surrounded me. I shut my eyes to cover such brightness before opening them once again, only to see blue skies above me and small hills beneath me. I am floating.

I look around and slowly, a large grin spread across my face. I can fly! I spun, flew from one place to another before returning from where I was before. I was laughing. For the first time in my life, I've laughed. It was a good feeling.

Things changed when a figure appeared in front of me. It was a girl, long blond hair and green eyes that seems so dull, yet she was looking at me with a smile. She wore a simple white dress and she was floating as well.

She just extended her hand to me, which confuses me a lot.

"Jeremy.."

The voice sounded so familiar...very familiar..something I haven't heard since I'm a child. Something hits me and I started floating towards her, my arms extended as well.

"Mom!"

I've never noticed how happy I am, I was crying. Tears of joy. I laughed and keep on moving but suddenly, I can't move.

I can't go forward.

She was getting higher in the sky. What's wrong?

I look around and I can feel my heart sunk.

I was falling.

My breathing quickens and I tried reaching for her, but I was too late.

"Mom!!"

I let out a cry of pain when I felt a sharp pain on my right shoulder. I fell from my chair. It wasn't an accident, i know it. "Oi, wake the fuck up. Don't sleep at work." I heard Mike said as he poked me with his shoe. I look at him with shock and fear.

I didn't do anything...right? My chest hurts as I got up and pick the chair up forcefully, trying not to show pain as I sit back down. I gripped my arm tightly, feeling the dried blood on my shoulder that stops the bleeding splits up. I look down and teared up. It feels like I'm gonna die today..

The same chime went off, meaning the start of work, and soon after the telephone rang, making me jump. I wasn't brave and it's annoying, it kills me. After listening to the message, I was in near heart attack.

I grabbed the flashlight and flash it on the hallways, my hand stutters like hell as I look around. I swear I was hearing things such as noises from the vents, the hall ways and deepen children's groans.

With my flood flowing from my shoulder and my heavy breathing, I can feel my head lighten. The thought of mom filled my head as my eyelids gets heavy. I slowly glanced at Mike, I can see him shouting but didn't look at me. I can't hear anything. The only I can hear was my heartbeat that was beating so fast.

I got up and tried going to him with my weak legs but I fell, passing out. I was surrounded by darkness once again.

_Mike's POV_

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity shitty fuck. Jeremy passed out, now I have to survive by myself. What's wrong with him?!

I picked up the flashlight from him and flashes Toy Chica, soon she was off the hallways. I took the tablet and wind the music box, keeping the Marionette away. I glanced at ever camera, only to to see the whole fucking crew of the animatronics wasn't in their places.

I grunt and flashed the hallways a couple of times, getting Foxy and the other old ones away while putting the mask on whenever an animatronic goes into the room. Surprisingly, they didn't attack Jeremy, who was still on the floor, unconscious.

A couple of hours left, the one hell of a night finally finished as the clock chime 6, making me let out a huge and deep sigh. I got up and lightly kicked the little male's side, shaking his body lightly.

"Hey, wake up."

No response.

The fuck? I kneel down in front of him and check his pulse by placing my hand in his neck. His heart beat was slow. Fuck. I grabbed both of his shoulders tightly and shook him lightly.

"Jeremy, come on, wake up."

No response.

I slightly panicked and was about to check if he has a cold by placing my hand on his forehead when I saw red on my palm. I glanced at it and my eyes widen. It's blood. Where did it came--

My gaze slowly went on his right shoulder, seeing his shirt was getting soaked with his blood. Well fuck. I can't help it but I have to bring him back to my house. I gently yet quickly picked his small body up.

Holy fucking shit, his body was so damn light..like a feather! Does he even eat? I walked out the pizzeria and quickly walked towards my house. I didn't bothered knocking or anything, I just kicked the door open, not caring about Doll anymore. Wait, what?

The hell am I thinking?

I gently laid him down the couch before running to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit. I walked back to the living room, to the couch and sat down beside his sleeping body. Okay, first, the blood.

Without being patient, I ripped his shirt open, revealing his small and thin body that's been marked with scars. Holy fucking shit. I didn't even bothered checking them when I saw the bandage on his shoulder, wrapping his right shoulder and his chest, all soaked in blood.

I unwrapped the bandage off him carefully, drying the blood off gently before seeing what was wrong. A big cut that caused something sharp, as if someone hit him, like a glass bottle. I now felt bad for this kid but he was still the one to caused Doll to be sad. I started sewing his wound shut before wrapping a new set of bandages on his shoulder and chest, securing it.

I then take his shirt off and got up, walking to my room silently. I didn't bothered checking when I went to my closet, grabbing a shirt that's a bit smaller than my size before going back down stairs. Jeremy was still unconscious and was breathing more normally.

I then glanced at his wrists and they were all covered in scars, old and new. My eyes narrowed at this. Why would he do such thing? Does he really mean everything he said..?

"Abusive dad and miserable life."

I pushed the though away as I slip the shirt onto his small body, feeling his soft skin brushed against mine. My face slightly heaven up as I felt his stomach and side, feeling the bone of his ribs under my touch. From what I can tell, he doesn't really eat. At all.

I pulled my hand away and buttoned up his shirt. I moved his hair from his closed eyes, seeing his face more clearly. I was about to pull my hand away but instead, I ran my finger down his cheek. He looks..cute..

Even at such condition, he was cute as hell. Dam, more cuter than Doll. I really do felt bad now.. Something inside, as if someone telling me, I need to change him. I leaned down, examining his face closer. Soft light rosy cheeks, so natural and cute. Now to think of it, his personality of shyness just goes along with his appearance.

Oh god..don't tell me..please.. I slowly leaned in a bit more, feeling his soft breathing on my face as my lips barely touches his. My mind started filling the pictures of him, the images of him hopefully smiling to me. His hugs would probably filled with love and warmness, specially straight to the heart. He's a light into anyone's darkness. But something tells me, he need a light to go through his problem.

I can do it.

And I'm falling in love to him.

It's a true love than what I have around Doll. I felt bad for being an ass, even we've just met two days ago, I can't stop what has been happening in my mind, nor my heart. I need to know his life and I'll tell him his. Well get to know each other.

A cough was heard. Fuck.