Jeremy heaved a large sigh of relief when the bells chimed, signaling the end of his shift. Smiling, he stood up and stretched. He had to go to the bathroom badly. He always did when he finished a shift, but can you blame him? He just about shits his pants when his flashlight refuses to turn on because of that damned Balloon Boy, or when the other animatronics come into view. Especially the old Bonnie.

Jeremy shudders at the thought and hurries down the corridor towards the men's bathrooms. The sun is begining to rise, faint rays of red and violet shining through the windows.

He steps in front of the urinal and unzips his pants, letting himself relax. It's hard for him to relax, it always has been. Back in school, it was a nightmare presenting projects or answering questions when the teachers called on him. Not like they ever did, but when they did, he was unprepared. Jeremy was often made fun of being frightened by nearly everything, even his own reflection. Seriously.

Everything seemed to overwhelm him, and this job isn't exactly helping, either. His anxiety seemed to have tripled since working here. This isn't exactly healthy for him, but he has no choice but to work. It was the only job that accepted him, and he needs the money badly to pay the bills.

Jeremy finishes, and re-zips his pants before heading over to the sinks to wash up. Just as he started to dry his hands off, the door swishes open. Since Jeremy is still in panic-mode from his shift, he shrieks in alarm and slips on a wet spot on the floor, making him fall against the sinks in a rather ungraceful matter.

"Whoops," the person who entered says. "Sorry, Jeremy. Didn't mean to startle you." Jeremy's face flushes into a bright red. He knew that voice. Mike. Oh, how embarrassing...

"I-It's okay..." Jeremy says, just barely above a whisper as he rights himself. He keeps his gaze turned down to the floor. Don't make eye contact...His heart pounds hard in his chest, echoing in his ears.

"Are you alright?" Mike asks, coming towards him now. Jeremy inhales quickly, his face turning a brighter red. "Y-yeah! I'm fine!" he says, backing away nervously. Ugh, why did he have to be so awkward and weird? Mike probably thinks he's a total dork...

Jeremy heads towards the door, moving around Mike as if he was a large rock. "I, um, g-gotta go! Heh heh, see ya, uh...Mike!" He waves goodbye to the taller man, and, distracted from facing him, Jeremy bumps into the door. "Oh.."

Mike stifles a laugh, a large smile playing on his lips, but he covers it with his hand. Jeremy blushes hard enough for his ears to turn red, and quickly exits, leaving Mike alone in the bathroom.

Mike smiles to himself. What a dork, he thinks. He's always liked Jeremy. In fact, his nervousness and clumsiness actually made Mike think he was cute.

But recently, Jeremy has been acting strange around him. More than usual. Mike begins to get curious. Has he done something wrong? Is something going on at home? He debates on whether or not he should approach Jeremy on it.

Perhaps he should wait until Jeremy comes to him. He doesn't want to jump on him about it. Maybe Jeremy's going through some stuff right now, or maybe it's the job. Still, Mike can't help but feel worried about his friend.