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Jeremy Messed Up: Chapter 5

NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

The Sequel To Mike Messed Up

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Mike was just a night guard waiting to be killed by the end of the week. Now, he is the proud, and soon to be sole owner, of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Business is booming, animatronics are teeming with life, and Foxy is back in the spotlight after so many years. Even so, the dark past of Freddy's is slowly encroaching upon them. One with more ties than they could ever imagine.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and murder, want to harm someone, cursing (lots of cursing), mentions of tracking someone down. Mentions of teasing about being in a relationship when not.

AAAAAAAnd we’re back! Again!

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Mike only grins at the glare currently being aimed toward him by the world's most unintimidating kid, definitely not taking advantage on how terrified his guest is over the animatronics by opening the door and stop any denials. There's no scream of not letting their wonderful star of the restaurant into the office, so he'll call it a win. A silent terror making it clear there will be screaming if one of animatronics does come close is much better than one that makes him louder than Bonnie, sure. But nothing yet.

The only problem is, instead of handing over the first-aid kit and leaving them alone, Freddy holds Parts And Nervous' savior high above his head. And on the one day Mike actually wants to act like a responsible adult. "Yeah, I'm not jumping to try and reach that. Tomorrow will be a different story though."

"Michael," the bear murmurs. And even though he's pissed about the whole Henry thing, which he has not forgotten, the tone shuts him up. "Mind bringing me up to speed about your prisoner?"

Mike shrugs, avoiding the glassy blue eyes giving quite the disappointed look.

What? He's allowed to befriend a random kid who hid under his desk. Based on the list he's created in establishing someone's chill enough to keep around:

A. the kid hasn't tried to kill him.

B. he hasn't run saying the man's humor and nicknames aren't appreciated.

C. hasn't told him he's insane for saying to respect robots.

If anything, the bear should be happy he's making friends. Especially considering every time he's asked, it's always the same answer of 'who needs friends anyway?', in which the four stare at him with sorrowful expressions.

Which they shouldn't because it's not sad, it's practical.

"I haven't gotten the full story yet. Just that he got chased and needs his boo-boos fixed up."

Freddy raises an eyebrow. Mike flips him off.

The animatronic sighs long and hard as the first-aid is finally handed over, finally accepting the fact he's fighting a loosing battle. "Should I be concerned with your level of trust?"

"Hey, I trusted you even after Phone Guy said you'd kill me," the man points out.

Freddy goes quiet for a bit too long, Mike wincing at the realization he brought up that specific topic, maybe a little scared he's about to get lectured over airing dirty laundry like that without warning. The kind a murderous animatronic isn't proud of and never really wanted to bring up unless it was bothering him. Which it has, and the man's been the one listening to his worries, so he really shouldn't talk about it when he's been trusted with so many details.

A paw being set on his shoulder lets him know he hasn't fucked up this time, looking up from the floor he silently hoped wouldn't be his deathbed in order to meet the clearly hurt expression.

"Sorry."

"I'll be here if you need me," is all Freddy says before walking halfway down the hall in the attempt to not make Cake Snatcher nervous.

Well wasn't he a massive asshole just now?

Mike rubs his face as he punches the door button again in the attempt to lock out the conversation entirely, suddenly not wanting to really deal with anything else today. They've got bandages for their impromptu refugee, but he can ask questions tomorrow. Or maybe not ever! Just get the poor guy home and pretend this never happened. Including Henry visiting.

"It-he r-really cares about you, huh?"

The restaurant owner glances over at the shaking hand ruffling the still mud-caked curls telling him the younger almost wishes he didn't say anything.

"He's a pain in my ass most days, though."

Parts and Nervous grins. "My mom is too."

Mike opens his mouth before closing it. Because those are one of the few things he has no idea how to respond to. "So, since you started the questioning train, what's your name? Unless you adore my brilliant nicknames."

"Oh yes. 'My boyfriend' is by far the greatest compliment I've ever received," Definitely His Boyfriend smirks. "I do prefer Jeremy, though."

"Well met, Jer. I bet you heard Fuckbear, but unless you're putting my ass in timeout, it's Mike."

"Naw, is Michael too formal?" Jeremy grins. The shorter leans forward in order to grab the first-aid kit from hands that haven't even opened it, pawing through the options himself before finding something useful.

Thank fuck because Mike wouldn't know how to start. And he shouldn't, cause that's Chica's favorite job. How rude would he be trying to take her place as head doctor.

He watches Not A Criminal wince as a bottle labeled 'anti-septic' is poured onto one of his knees before slapping a band-aid onto it. "You, uh, were having a fight with it-him?"

Mike huffs. "Honestly, I'm not pissed at Fuckbear. It's Mr. Perfect who wants to fuck up all my hard work."

"Mr. Perfect?" Jeremy snorts, grinning at the look stating what. The man was an absolute dick and therefore deserves a dicky nickname. "No wonder you looked like you'd kick the desk in two!"

"Keep laughing and I'll make time go backwards so this time I ignore your pleads for mercy."

"The guy was pretty handsome," Jeremy laughs.

Mike attempts to not show his smirk because he should be upset at the judgement currently being passed. Very unfair judgement. Just because the entire conversation was heard doesn't mean he knows all the details! "Well then who's your Mr. Perfect?"

Cookie Thief tenses up. At the worst moment too, dumping a lot more than what's needed on a long cut along his elbow. Grey eyes quickly look up, afraid, and not as comfortable as he's been letting on. "N-No one. What's, uh, what's up with the b-b-b-back room?"

"Nothing much," he shrugs easily, the kid breathing out in relief for not getting an interrogation out of passing on a question. Obviously he can relate to not enjoying thinking about the Henry in your life. He thought Mr. Fuck had been bad. "We've got a bit of a bad past around here. Nothing to worry about now, though."

Jeremy slowly looks up from finishing cleaning up the cuts he can see. There's a moment of him trying to find the right words to respond. Mike doesn't interrupt him with a big spill of why he shouldn't be worried, complete with details of what happened only a year ago to make that possible, or maybe even yelling the wonderful phrase 'Gotchya!' and explain his new best friend should maybe be a little worried.

Not when the kid opens his mouth to say-

"Oi, Mikey!"

The man in question turns with the want to either glare for the interruption, or grin because finally the rest were realizing he had disappeared. Turns out, he snickers at Not A Criminal's face going pale white when he spots Foxy waving at them from the window opposite of where Freddy guards. Realizing they're now trapped on both sides by animatronics.

"Ye didn't tell us ye had a special guest o'er!"

That's when Mike gets a wonderful idea.

"Shit, Foxy, you're right!"

Jeremy's eyes narrow as Mike move to lean against the West Hall door. A glance at the elbow sitting right beside the door's button causes the grey eyes to blowing up wide in under a second, the kid leaping to his feet in terror in the attempt to shove the taller away. "W-W-W-WAIT!"

Too late. He's already pressed it. Gently shoved Parts And Nervous out into the hallway as he immediately cowers away from their resident puppy.

Mike is quick to throw his arm over the narrow shoulders, keeping his best friend and official ex-prisoner from gaining the courage to sprint right back into the office. "This is my good friend Jer! Jer, this is Foxy."

You can say whatever you'd like to about him, but the new restaurant owner knows how to be a proper douche bag. So instead of Jeremy getting overwhelmed by Chica's mother Henning he faints, intimidated to hell and back by Freddy's need to seem superior, or scared shitless by Bonnie's enthusiasm, they're left with Foxy being the most aware of how terrifying he can seem to others.

That means the fox carefully closes his mouth shut so his voice box can function without making it seem like teeth sharp enough to cut your hand off will be coming any closer. Makes sure to hunch down so the over 7 feet in height is just 7 feet. Not perfect, but slightly less scary to comprehend. Able to see he's making an effort to come off as welcoming instead of the murderous robot he is.

And guess who's fascinated with the attention to those details he's no longer trying to leap out of Mike's arms?

"Well hello there, lad. How are ye?"

Mike can hear the gears working at seeing Foxy treating him like any other kid who walks into the pizzeria. Jeremy clearly confused but not scared. "I-I-I-I'm ok-k-kay."

"Well, it looks like Mikey 'ere hasn't been the best host." The paw finally fixed to adorn soft Faux fur yet has been ordered to be locked away until there's nothing but metal is held out for an invitation. "Want ta get yer stomach filled and join in on a few sea chanties?"

Jeremy looks up at Mike for support, a bit of a surprise considering he just forced him to interact with the animatronics he's been absolutely terrified of. Screamed his head off with pleads he doesn't summon them.

The weirdest part is that he was already nodding before he could fully process the thought of how much trust he's earned.

Foxy's offer is taken before he can say something corny as shit. "Don't ye worry. M-M-Mikey's coming."

"Fucker, if that nickname sticks!"

The animatronic cackles, mouth opening for a proper expression to rub it in his face. Jeremy doesn't move to yank his hand back either despite such dangerous teeth on display. No, he's willing to let it slide to aim a shaking smirk to say Mike's finally getting payback for the boyfriend thing.

Or constantly making fun of how nervous he is. Or thinking of him in terms of criminal, not criminal. "Don' ye worry. We'll be finding the best thing ta call 'im."

Shit, he's dismantling Bonnie for the day.