The JereMike Collection

First Night

Keeping his eye on the kid, he swiveled around back to face the front. He felt someone bump into his side, stumbling back with a small 'oaf'. Mike took a step back, ready to apologize before freezing.

"H-Hi, um. I'm Jeremy. I'm supposed to be the night watch."

Fuck.

"The, uh, manager told me to come talk to you." He spoke, his eyes darting from the the floor back up to the older man. "He said, that um, y-you had experience in that posi-"

"Get lost"

'Jeremy' cut short, blinking at the command. "W-what? Why?" He asked. Mike snarled. "We don't need help, so beat it." The teen met Mike's glare with wide eyes. "B-but I've already been hired! The manager-"

"The manager's a fucking cheapsake" Not to mention he hides murders, but he didn't need to know that yet. "The hours are shit and the pay is even shittier." Out of the corner of his eye, Mike saw a few parents cover their kids ears, glaring at him in disapproval and ushering their children away. Might have been a bit too loud there.

"Listen, I-" Turning back to the teen, Mike noticed how fidgety he was. "I really need this job...Y-you won't even see me after today." The security guard bit his lip. That's what I'm afraid of.

"Do your parent's know about this?" Mike asked harshly, rubbing his temples. A headache was just around the corner, he was sure of it.

Jeremy stiffened at the question,and for a moment Mike thought he touched a nerve there. Then half a second passed and he smiled. "Yes, they do." Mike raised a brow. Yeah, he wasn't buying it. "If you need spending money badly, work at McDonald, punk."

"Please, I just-"

"I said fuck off. Your not wanted here. You'd probably fuck up anyway." I'm trying to help you.

The look that washed over Jeremy's face was a even mixture of hurt and desperation. Mike swallowed. He hated when this happened. He always felt like an asshole, the king of douchbaggerey.

But it was necessary.

Jeremy looked down at the floor. Looking past him, Mike glanced at the clock.His shift would be over soon. Meaning he didn't have much longer to run Jeremy off the lot.

"Look," He began, taking on a much softer tone. "You really don't want to work here-"

He cut short when something landed on his shoulder. Startled, Mike glanced down at the aged hand before looking up to see it's owner. The manager gave a crooked smile.

"Almost quittin' time. You show Jeremy here how to do his job yet?" His smile faulted ever so slightly. "Or are we just going to throw him to the wolves?" He gave a throaty chuckle.

Normally, comments like that mean nothing. But this was Fazbear's, and Mike knew immediately what the manager meant. His eyes flicked to Jeremy. Still upset looking, but so far unaware of the danger. Mike didn't have much longer.

"No, not yet." he answered with a dim expression. "Are you sure we should start him off right away? A full day would-" A child's whine broke through his sentence and the three turned to look at the entrance.

A bunch of families piling up, ready to leave. Impatient parents and wailing kids waiting at the empty cash register. The manager groaned. "Look, I have to go handle that." He gestured towards the crowd. "We can't afford to go another night without a watchman. He's starting tonight, Mikey" And with that, he was off, patting Jeremy encouragingly on the back.

The security guard missed how the younger male winced at the contact, instead caught himself burning holes into the back of the manager's head. A good actor he was, pretending to be a supporting boss, when really he might as well of been an executioner.