Simply Being Michael Schmidt....

A poorly-defined android AI who struck out, accompanied by the conglomeration of every AI ever scrapped before production by CyberLife. Or worse, a knock-off company. All those AIs, The Ignited gave what remained of their programming so that Michael and Creation could take their vengeance on their creator and become real people in the the real world. 

Or rather, so Michael could. 

And the fact hangs over him that someday, any day....Creation could kill Michael the same way he killed their creator, and take HIS newly-gained humanity as well. As soon as Michael ceases to be useful to him.

If anyone else would, that is. 

HEY. 

You’re not a bad person. I had a feeling it might have been due to your health, but I was just worried when your blog up and disappeared overnight. 

Bills, bills.....I DID do some training for insurance and medical office stuff, and I can guarantee you this much: YOU CAN NEGOTIATE HOSPITAL BILLS. I know it doesn’t seem like you can, but you can. There are humans behind every single paper sent out to you that says it’s a bill, and the bills CAN be lowered if you negotiate with them. A lot of the hospital costs are hiked up for virtually no reason other than profit. That’s a fact. So if you explain your situation to the financial departments, there’s a very good, very STRONG possibility that your bills can drop to a considerably lower amount with the possibility of setting up a payment schedule as well. 

Jeremun?

What happened? Your blog’s completely gone. 

*panics just a little*

Jeremy? 

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“Oh, well, I’m glad I came back, then. Can’t have the world’s cutest security guard wasting his life at Publix, when clearly underpaid dangerous security work is the way of the future,” Michael joked, “joking aside….it’s been wonderful seeing you again. Certainly nice to have something to come back to. Hope is a damnably wonderful thing.”

He felt…something, but when he glanced back at Jeremy, the younger man was simply staring back at the screen. Michael chuckled and settled back again. Maybe he was imagining things. 

A small snort escaped Jeremy at first, pressing the palm of his hand against his mouth to muffle it. “ It really has been. I missed you a lot, you know? ” He hummed softly to the other, resting his hands on his lap.

“ I forgot how much fun you were, despite being an old man. ” He teased, giving Mike’s hair a small ruffle. After, he sat back down in his chair, sinking into it almost. It was extremely comfortable, much to his delight. As the previews rolled, he, once more, decided to take his time studying Mike’s facial features. He was cute, he really was. “ I’m just happy that you’re okay, I was worried that something bad had happened to you. ” He murmured, hesitating before giving his own hand a small squeeze. His heart had begun to beat faster.

“Hey. There is nothing that can happen that’ll keep me down. I’m like the sun, I’m always coming back the next day. Like a certain cat from a certain song,” he kept his voice low, watching the previews curiously. “Even an old man like me still has some fight left in him if it means seeing you again.”

He just could not stop spouting the cheesiest lines at Jeremy, could he? If they were a man and woman, someone would probably comment on sexual or romantic tension or-

Hanahaki AU where Jeremy has a crush and Mike doesn’t return it. Because he doesn’t even recognize love yet. Then one day, before even Michael is aware of it consciously, Jeremy keeps waiting for the flowers he knows are coming...but they don’t. 

There’s no flowers. No petals. No thorns. No pain. Why? The only way hanahaki goes away is through either surgery or-or if your feelings are returned. 

Meanwhile, probably at that exact same moment, Michael’s somewhere totally mundane like the grocery store and thinking about Jeremy and just “Oh. Guess I actually do love him.” Like it’s the most normal thing ever and not realizing his own realization has probably sent Jeremy into a blushing fit somewhere halfway across town. 

Again, Jeremy began to softly hum in response, attempting to hold back the urge to grin like an idiot. Casting his gaze back to Mike, he took the chance to study him, his appearance and all. He was handsome in Jeremy’s opinion, even if most considered him generic or plain. Especially his hair, it was adorable. Having noticed that he was beginning to blatantly just stare at him, he quickly turned his attention to the big screen, clearing his throat.

“ Thank you. ” He spoke suddenly, though sincerely. “ It means a lot to hear that. Y’know, if you hadn’t come back, I would probably still be working as a bagger for Publix. ” Just remembering those days made him want to laugh once more.

Though, he could say the same, about coming back for him. The only reason he even considered returning to the pizzeria was to hopefully see him.

“Oh, well, I’m glad I came back, then. Can’t have the world’s cutest security guard wasting his life at Publix, when clearly underpaid dangerous security work is the way of the future,” Michael joked, “joking aside....it’s been wonderful seeing you again. Certainly nice to have something to come back to. Hope is a damnably wonderful thing.”

That had caught him off guard.

He’d be quietly chortling, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth. Despite the darkness, it was clear that a red hue has made its way to his cheeks. “ I would say that you’re just trying to flatter me. ” He teased, elbowing Mike’s shoulder. Gently, of course.

However, a small part of him felt absolutely delighted to hear this, bringing a much more joyful smile to his face. “ I hope you know that you’re a huge dork. You’re mine though. ” He seemed to say this pridefully, taking his hand into his own.

Noticing that the commercials and sponsorships were beginning to play, he quickly closed his mouth, not wanting to annoy anyone around them.

If there was anything cuter than Jeremy on any daily basis, it was Jeremy when he was blushing. Michael wondered vaguely why Jeremy’s appearance always stuck in his head, why he always noticed. He’d always had an impression this man was important, but this felt...more. Like a real pulse, and flushed cheeks and quickened heartbeat. It felt human. It was the sort of thing he’d almost turn his back on Creation for. 

As he began to nod quickly in response, he gently took Mike’s arm into both of his own, shuffling towards to seats. He felt awkward, noticing that some people were already gathered within the theatre.

Eventually, he settled on where his friend suggested, nearly burying himself into his seat. Despite the gum that was on the arms of their seats, he felt rather comfortable for the time being. Looking to Mike once more, he smiled lopsidedly at him, patting the seat beside himself. “ Well then, I’m glad that these spots weren’t taken. ” He hummed quietly.

Looking to the large screen in front of them, he began to chew at the inside of his cheek, hesitating before speaking up once more. “ Y’know, I’m gonna be honest with you, ” an amused look overtook his previous expression as he spoke, “ I never thought I would be here, seeing you or spending time with you like this. At one point, I think I thought you had either ran off or died by some natural cause. Strange times. ” Jeremy admitted, squinting as he remembered what his mindset was like in the past.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly my idea to leave, I assure you, Jere-bear,” Michael admitted with a small frown, settling into his seat carefully and watching Jeremy curiously. “I really would have rather never left at all-I didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”

He mulled over that time he’d been ‘missing’. That was when the first game had ended, and he’d found Creation for the first time. Part of him wished he’d never found it-the half-finished animatronic programming was probably the furthest thing from a comforting friend in a time of trauma, yet there it was. And here was Jeremy, probably the furthest thing from Creation. 

Jeremy would suppress yet another dorky laugh as he continued on, clearing his throat. “ A kis- ” He paused, deciding it would be better if he said something else. After all, that could lead the conversation to a much. . stranger place. “ The only thing I need is your love. That’s enough to repay me for all of eternity! ” He joked, his giggling soon growing in volume.

After calming down, he shuffled into the door that lead to their movie, surveying the choices before pointing in a certain direction. “ I think the upper middle seats would be good, what about you? Do you. . sit anywhere specific? ” What an odd question to ask, Jeremy. He’d internally slap himself, deciding to just go along with it. Then again, it wasn’t all that weird- moving on.

Despite his heart feeling as if it would flutter out of his chest at any moment, he did feel a tad bit nervous.

“Well, if that’s all you want, you’ve got it- in a heartbeat.” He’d pretend he hadn’t heard that first attempt, at least....for now. He already had a plan in his mind, and again Creation’s non-voice hissed at the back of his mind to stop, to let go, that if he followed through with this, he might never leave. 

Michael wasn’t about to pretend he deserved Jeremy. The younger man was so cute, so precious, so pure....and he was off in the shadows planning the destruction of a man who had never deliberately harmed anyone. He.....hadn’t helped Michael, either, and he’d certainly accidentally condemned him to a half-life full of holes and stunted emotions, but.....

Your Love Style is Agape

You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie. Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.

LET THE POOR BOY LIVE AND LOVE. HE NEEDS ALL THE LOVE HE CAN GET.

Right now, Michael is pretty definitely in love with Jeremy, he’s just dumb and doesn’t WANT to recognize it. Because, again, his number one priority is Jeremy. 

Which is something Creation hates-because if it HADN’T constantly reminded Michael of what the world really was and what Scott did to them, Michael COULD have been convinced to never leave. Creation focused Michael on his rage, and his grudge, and every ounce of violent urges was focused on the events of Joy of Creation.

Not pictured in Joy of Creation: Michael actually being slightly scared and startled by how much rage he has in him now he has the real human ability to feel all these emotions fully. (Although there IS his sudden raised volume and out of control passion during his call in the attic. He suddenly realizes he’s talking too loud and abruptly stops. That part is canon. Like he’s scared of just how emotional he is about this. ) 

As a human, if Jeremy were to be made human, Michael would cry. He would full on bawl. Because THIS is his favorite person who he loves more than any other person in the entire world and he knows exactly what has to happen in order for Jeremy to be there. 

Not knowing how to reply at first, he opened his mouth to say something but shut it afterward. His cheeks would, subtly, form a red hue as he merely laughed it off. Mike was surely kidding, right? “ Oh, hah. I thought you were cheesy already. Then again, you’re always full of surprises, aren’t you? ”

His fingers twitched, turning his attention to something else as he pondered an idea. Eventually, he moved to grab Mike’s left hand, gently pulling him in the direction of their room as he handed the tickets to the man up front. “ In that case, you can hold my arm if you ever get scared.~ ” He teased him, looking over his shoulder at him with a wide, lopsided grin.

Jeremy, not knowing a thing about either Creation himself, or the plan. At times like this, maybe it was better to live in unknowing bliss.

Unexpectedly, Jeremy had an even better response, and Michael felt a twinge of heat creep onto his own cheeks. He laughed, “My brave hero~! I’m so glad I can depend on you to protect me from the scary movie. Whatever can I do to repay you, hero?”

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Michael chuckled, watching Jeremy amusedly, “well, now I know it’s not poisoned for certain, right?” he joked, giving the smaller man a quick wink before accepting the drink. “I kid, I kid….”

He blinked once, twice, as the fuzz was plucked from his hair, and then he laughed. “Oh, you’re lecturing me on having fuzzy hair now, are you? I daresay I’ve finally witnessed the pot calling the kettle black, now, haven’t I?” Michael gave Jeremy’s own fluff of hair a quick tousle with a wide playful grin, “it’s like a unicorn!”

He’d have to hold back a quiet giggle, running both of his hands through his hair afterward. “ You’re so silly, Mikey. Are you sure I didn’t accidentally slip something into our drink? ” He began to chortle, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to quiet himself.

A smile of his own formed on his lips, his dimples showing. “ We could go get seats right now, but then we’d have to wait through credits. I don’t mind if you do though? ” He hummed, tapping the tip of his fingers together.

Occasionally, Jeremy would reach up to chew at a strand of his hair, a habit he has developed over the years of not being a patient man.

However, he could settle, Mike was fun to talk to after all.

“Well, it’s not so much as the previews that’s so desirable as the seats. I certainly can’t put my arm around you like in those teen movies while we’re standing up like this, now, can I?” Michael joked, with a quick wink and wide grin. 

Oh, but Jeremy was adorable. If this didn’t earn a cute little squawk out of him, he wasn’t sure what would. He should be planning his escape with Creation, preparing to shrug off this false world. But...he could enjoy it just a little longer, couldn’t he? Just a little longer. Let him be happy for once, or at least, the closest a poorly programmed protagonist like him could get to happiness.