Author: Timeless Tragedy
Rating: K+
Words: 495
Written: April 26, 2015
Characters: Phone Guy, Jeremy.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Scott Cawthon, author owns nothing but the vague plot of the drabble.
AN: I think this fits under the category of 'peer pressure caused crack fic.' Thanks to a friend of mine. Please do not take this fic seriously.
He blinked at the other man owlishly, completely forgetting his initial promise he'd made to himself to not stare. His boss had warned him when he first agreed to take the job that his colleagues were... strange. And that was putting it lightly. His eyes followed the man's hand as it swept across the room in an animated gesture.
"What do you think, Jeremy?"
He swallowed, finally tearing his eyes away to give the dull party room a brief glance. He shrugged a little but it seemed to satisfy the other man, since it made him nod and walk on. It gave Jeremy a better chance to look at the back of his head, at the plasticy red that seemed to melt into the pale skin of his neck.
"You'll be working here on nights, by yourself," the man continued.
"N-not with you?" Jeremy managed to choke out. He thought he caught what might of been a smile, it was unbelievably hard to tell on the other man.
"Unless you really want me to spend the night with you."
"N-no!" Jeremy replied too quickly. The man stopped just a pace before him, and he had to scramble to not run him over. He wondered briefly if the man's face would break if he fell on it and decided he didn't want to test it. "I-I mean-!"
"It's alright," he man assured. "I know what you mean. You seem like the type of man who wants to work alone."
"Th-that's..." his superior was already walking on as he scrubbed a hand over his face. He could feel a headache building. "...not what I meant... How did I get myself into this mess?"
He had no choice but to jog to catch up to the other man's much longer strides. He stopped beside the worker who had been there so much longer than him. He looked ahead at the room they'd stopped at, "Parts & Services Room" the sign read, and tried to figure out exactly what it was the man was thinking. But it was hard to read his expression. The man pondered something, at one point his hand came to rest on the knob and he turned it uncertainly but he changed his mind with a shake of his head, Jeremy tried to ignore the rattle, and he kept on walking without explaining his behavior. Bewildered, Jeremy walked on.
"I think you'll like it," the man said.
"I think I'll adjust."
"That's the spirit! Freddy Fazbear's will be the place of dreams again someday, we just need to believe in it," he chirped, turning toward Jeremy.
"I'm not sure I even do..." he muttered to himself. He jumped when the phone began to ring, and he watched the other walk away to answer. He rubbed at his eyes just to be sure he was watching his superior reach up to take the bright red phone from its cradle atop his shoulders. This could not be happening.