I was running around the corner when I hear a scream followed by a loud 'CHOMP' sound. I skid to a stop and run back to the corner, looking around it cautiously.
I cover my mouth for 2 reasons: 1. Shock... 2. To prevent myself from throwing up at the sight of the scene...
There, laying on the floor... Was my loving boyfriend... Micheal Schmidt... In a pool of his own blood. Above him was that... that damned fox...
I felt a warm tear slip down my cheek, followed by another... and another... and another.
"M-Micheal...." I sniffle, starting to sob.
I hear something walk up to me, smelling the rich scent of blood... I hesitantaly look up and see Foxy, his mouth filled with my boyfriend's blood.
"You're next. . ." said in a demonic voice.
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The Bite (JereMike)
Fanfiction(Follows the "He Remembers" AU, where Mike remembers the Bite of 87 and is mad at Foxy for putting him through the pain and suffering of it.) Mike Schmidt goes off at Foxy when he sees him and yells at the fox for biting off his frontal lobe. Now...
