"ShitShitShitShitShit-" Jeremy cursed under his breath as he ran, looking at his phone. 11:55. With the pizzeria in sight, he pushed himself, bursting through the door.
"I-I'm here!!" He exclaimed, panting harshly as he recovered. "You alright there, kiddo?" A male voice asked. The teen looked up at the man, whom he presumed was the boss he talked to the previous day, Scott. He nodded. "Y-Yeah...just didn't w-want to be late." He replied, causing the man to chuckle and pat his back. "You're good. You're Jeremy, right?" Scott asked, getting another nod as an answer. "Well, you'll be working with a part-"
"FUCK YOU YA WASHED UP PIRATE SHIT!!!"
Another voice yelled from across the building, then screeching, then more yelling. "-ner...." Scott sighed. "Mike Schmidt is his name. Good luck with him." He said before patting Jeremy's shoulder once he saw the brunette's nervous look. "Ah, he's fine. Mike'll explain everything. See you in the morning." And with that, Scott left, leaving Jeremy to his own devices.
Jeremy walked over to the man, clearing his throat quietly. Mike whipped around, his glare only softening a bit at the sight of Jeremy. "You lost, kid? We're closed." He spat. The teen frowned at this. "I'm the n-new night guard. I'm J-Jeremy." He shot back. Mike only scoffed and looked at him. "Scott expects you to survive this shit? Yeah right." He retorted. "Meet me in the office after you look around or whatever." Mike said walking away. 'Let's hope you can survive this job.'
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We Can Make it Work (Mike x Jeremy)
FanfictionFresh out of high school, 18 year old Jeremy Fitzgerald still lives with his abusive father. Desperate to get a job and move out, he finds a flyer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, where he meets Mike Schmidt. They start out rough, but eventually grow...
