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AU (FNAF 2 takes place in present time)
Language
Possible typos/writing errors
Possible spoilers
I do NOT own Five Nights at Freddy's 1 or 2. Only OCs and this story.
Flames and complaints will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza.
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A beaten up looking pickup truck-covered in faded red paint that was chipped in a few places-came to a screeching halt in a empty parking space at the front of a restaurant. From the passenger's seat, Jeremy was barely able to see the action through the window in front of them. In his hand he held the "help wanted" ad he found in the paper that morning. The music that played from the radio came to an abrupt stop after his roommate switched off the engine to save gas.
"Well?" he asked him in a slightly impatient tone. "Aren't you gonna go in?"
Jeremy looked over to him and frowned a bit. "Aren't you gonna come in with me?" he asked back. The other man scoffed and leaned back a bit in the driver's seat.
"Hell no! I'm not going in there! That place is filled with nothing but tacky music and low-standard pizza with a shitload of kids running around making a mess." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. "I'm just gonna chill here and play some Candy Crush."
Jeremy rolled his nut brown eyes before pushing open the truck door. He was quickly greeted by a breeze of warm Summer air and he wasted no time closing the door and quickly making his way to the entrance. He passed by a family of four who's two children had wide grins and pizza sauce covering their cheeks as they walked out with some toys in their arms. Once inside he was met with a lively sea of children and arcade game music filling his ears. He was beginning to have seconds thoughts when he suddenly heard someone call out his name.
"Mr. Fitzgerald!" An older man in his late fifties was pushing his way through the crowd in a tan polo shirt and yellow tie. He reached him by the entrance and grinned. "Are you Jeremy Fitzgerald?" he asked.
"Yeah." Jeremy replied. "We, uhh, talked on the phone this morning?"
"Ah! Yes." The man clapped his hands and rubbed them a bit. "My name is Jonathan Jones. But you can just call me John."
"I'm guessing you're the manager, then?"
"You betcha." John nodded before slapping a hand on his shoulder. "So you're here to apply for a job, yes?"
"Yeah." Jeremy said before showing him the ad. "You're in need of a guy to work the night shift?"
"That's right!" The older man suddenly had an excited glint in his eyes. "Come with me and I can give you the grand tour." Jeremy nodded and didn't hesitant to follow.
"This place sure is crowded today." The young man said loudly over the noise around them.
"Yep." John replied before stopping in front of a room filled with children dancing in front of a stage to the music that played from the mechanical band of animals. Sitting on the tables were presumably either a parent or guardian looking busy with something or chatting with the person in the next table. The band consisted of three animals: a bear, a rabbit, and a chick.
"Is that Freddy?" Jeremy asked as he casually slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
"Not exactly." John admitted. "He's not the real Freddy Fazbear. We just call him Frederick. But his company name is Toy Freddy."
"What about the blue one?" Jeremy then asked. "The one with the guitar."
"Oh! That's Toy Bonnie. But we call him Bonnie Blu. He's the band's guitarist."
"Ah. Then who's the cheerleader?"
John gave him a quizzical look. "'Cheerleader'? You mean Toy Chica?"
"Yeah."
"We call her Chica Chic."
"Ooooohhh." Jeremy tensed slightly when he saw the interested glint in the older man's eyes as he folded his large arms over his chest and looked at him with a raised brow.
"Is this your first time at Fazbear's restaurant?" he asked.
"I guess." Jeremy admitted. "I assume Chuck E Cheese's wouldn't count?"
Jonathan let out a laugh and slapped his back, catching the attention of a few bystanders. "I like you already!" he said. "Let's continue with the tour, shall we?"
"Whatever rows your boat." Jeremy replied before following him. He gave the mechanical band one quick glance over his shoulder just in time to see them finish up the song they were playing. He blinked and, for a split second, could've sworn he saw their eyes narrow in his direction. He blinked again and they were looking straight. Jonathan stopped when he noticed the young man slowing down a bit and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You all right there, son?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Jeremy replied as he turned his attention up to the older man, who chuckled in amusement and patted his shoulder a bit. "I'm just a little nervous."
"Don't be! You're not the first who's felt this way." John gave him a grin. Jeremy grinned back sheepishly, but deep inside he still felt that uneasy feeling in his gut. They resumed the tour and it wasn't long until they entered the Game Area. Children ranging from ages four to twelve crowded the area playing arcade games or riding the small carousel that was present next to a stack of fake birthday presents with balloons. Laughter and giggles drowned out the carnival-like music as the carousel spun round and round with eager children riding on each of the four animals present.
"Hello." A childish voice suddenly spoke. Both men stopped and looked over to find the source of the voice staring back at them: a round bodied human animatronic with peach-colored skin, large, blue eyes, and a brown triangular shaped nose with rosey cheeks and a toothy grin that appeared to be permanently plastered on its face. A red and blue vertically-striped propeller hat sat on top of the red-brown hair that was present on its head; it also wore a short-sleeved double-buttoned shirt with a similar pattern and blue pants with simple, brown shoes. In one hand it held a rather large balloon while the other held a wooden sign reading "Balloons". The animatronic had its eyes fixed on Jeremy and blinked. "Would you like a balloon, mister?" Its voice sounded recorded and had a small resonance to it.
The thing actually creeped Jeremy out a bit, but he politely shook his head "no". "W-who are you supposed to be?" he asked aloud, receiving a surprise slap on the back by John as he laughed.
"This our good balloon vendor Balloon Boy! Or BB, for short." He then walked over and stood beside the humanoid animatronic. "It's his job to hand out balloons to all of these kids. Ain't that right, BB?" The small propeller on his hat started to spin as the animatron closed his eyes and nodded while laughing happily. John grinned and patted his back before joining Jeremy's side again. "You keep up the good work there, BB." He said as they proceeded to leave the area. BB laughed and waved them goodbye.
Jeremy kept his gaze fixed straight ahead as he tried to make sense of what just happened. "Did that robot really respond to everything you said?" he asked.
"Yep!" John replied proudly. "We are talking about state of the art technology here, son; something that'll hopefully make Chuck E Cheese's wish they had animatronics like ours."
Jeremy honestly didn't care, so he simply agreed with everything he told him. Really, he just wanted to get this job so that he could prove his roommate wrong about the rumors surrounding the restaurant. They entered a area that wasn't far from the Game Area. There was a counter with a Freddy Fazbear doll sitting on top of it and a bored looking employee leaning against a shelf that kept plushied versions of the animatronic band along with a few figure toys and rolled up posters. The area was covered with balloons and a poster with the faces of the toy animatronics with "Rock!", "Eat!", "Party!", and "Play!" in white bubble text was present on the wall.
A young blonde girl-looking to be around five-was standing in front of a large, blue birthday box with both her brows raised while making a small "o" as she gazed at it curiously. A music box version of "Pop Goes the Weasel" was heard coming from the box until the lid suddenly flopped open and a figure sprang out with confetti flying out along with a boing sound effect. Jeremy jumped slightly at this since he was prone to get surprised rather easily.
The thing that sprang from the box was a black and white marionette doll. On its face were two black eyes and a wide grin showing no teeth. Two purple lines ran down its rosy cheeks from its eyes and also appeared to be wearing lipstick. Its body reminded Jeremy of one of those old sock monkey dolls, but was black with two white buttons and looked more oblong and rounded. It also had a pair of rounded hands with three spindly fingers that were currently wrapped around a small purple box that was held out to the girl.
The child took the box out of its hands hesitantly before removing the lid and squealing in delight when she saw her prize: a Freddy Fazbear doll. She pulled it out and hugged it tightly before grinning up at the marionette. "Thank you!" she said before happily skipping away with her prize. The marionette was then pulled back down into its box rather quickly and the lid slammed shut.
"That's our prize giver." John explained. "We don't really have a name for it, so we just call it The Puppet."
"An animatronic that hands out prizes?" Jeremy gave the olde man a quizzical look. "How does that work?"
"I'll tell you another time, boyo. Let us continue with the tour, shall we?"
"Sure." The young man nodded in agreement and followed him out of the area. But not before giving the box one last glance over his shoulder as a chill shot up his spine. Jeremy followed followed the man over to a rather wide hallway with six doorways; one leading to the restrooms. There were two doorways on both sides of the walls, with each of the rooms hosting a birthday party. Laughter and music managed to drown out whatever conversation the adults were having while their children played. They were passing by one of the party rooms when Jeremy spotted an odd shape in one of the corners. He barely caught a glimpse of it until one of the adults blocked it from his view.
Jeremy blinked a few times before turning his attention straight ahead. At the end of the hall was a large square shaped doorway, or he thinks is supposed to be a doorway. In it was a fairly big room with four walls covered in posters and scribbled drawings. In the middle of the room was a long desk with a desktop fan and papers littering its surface. He noticed what appeared to be entrances to vents on both the left and right walls. The room-he assumed to be a office-was a mess. Old equipment and TV sets were stacked in the corners. Work papers covered the walls around the entrance while Christmas lights were decorated around it. A lonely lampshade dangled from the ceiling above the desk and was casting a pale glow.
There was a plump looking man sitting in the only chair he saw in the room that's dressed in your standard security uniform, but with the Fazbear logo replacing where the crest would be on the short sleeves. The man had his feet propped on the table in a relaxed manner while a swimsuit magazine hid his face. An annoyed sigh left Johnathan before he entered the room with a unhappy look and both hands balled into tight fists. Jeremy stayed where he was and watched, feeling slightly amused, as the older man pulled the magazine out of the guard's hands.
"M-Mr. Jones!" The plump man gasped before pulling his feet off the table and sitting straight in the office chair; he looked to be in his late thirties. The man had combed sandy blonde hair with strands of silver in it. The whiskers that covered most of his bottom jaw clearly showed that he hasn't shaved in a while. His skin had a light golden tone in it; his eyes a mossy green color. The man gave his boss a nervous grin, showing a pair of chipped white teeth while he gripped the armrests of his chair tightly.
"Mr. Smith," John folded his arms and glared at the man, "Shouldn't you be watching the cameras? I didn't transfer you to day shift just so you could slack off."
"Uh.. Right!" The man nodded and immediately went to work on his tablet. John rolled his eyes before gesturing for Jeremy to come in.
"Come on in, Mr. Fitzgerald!" he said with a grin. "I would like you to meet our day guard: Fritz Smith."
Fritz looked up from his tablet and gave the young man a wide grin. "How's it going?" he said. Jeremy noticed that his voice had a weird accent to it. Is he from up north like him?
"Sup." Jeremy said with a small nod of acknowledgement.
"Looks like we have a young one here, eh. Are you in high school?"
Jeremy bit his bottom lip slightly. "I'm actually still in college."
"Oh? What are you majoring in?" Fritz asked, looking interested.
"Repairing. My dad always said that I was good at fixing things." Jeremy said with a small chuckle. It wasn't a secret that he was good at fixing things. Give him anything and he'll fix it up real good. Everyone says he gets it from his father, who worked as a mechanic in the military before he retired and opened up his own repair shop.
"Mmh!" John gave him a big smile. "Maybe I should call you in some time if any of our equipment breaks." Laughter from all three men briefly filled the office before it died down and was replaced with awkward silence. After a minute, John clapped his hands and rubbed them a bit. "So! That concludes the grand tour of the place. I know the pay isn't much, but you're sure to get the thrill of a lifetime if you take the night shift. So what do you say, my boy?"
Jeremy didn't need to think thing before bobbing his head. "I'll take the job." he said.
"Great!" John grinned and the two shook hands. "Welcome to the family, Mr. Fitzgerald! If you could just follow me to my office to fill out the paper work we should be golden."
"Right." Jeremy said with a small sigh. Ah, the joy of paper work, he thought bitterly. "See you around, Mr. Smith." He said before following his new manager out of the room.
The guard's grin dropped an inch while giving the young man a small wave as he went off to seal his fate. "Be careful, kid..." he mumbled sadly to himself before turning his attention back to the tablet and sighing when he saw kids playing in both vents.
Not again...
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"Damn it..." John cursed to himself when he felt nature's call kick in. He turned to Jeremy, who stopped when he did and was giving him a raised brow.
"Is something the matter, sir?" he asked.
"Yeah." John replied, feeling slightly embarrassed now. "I need to use the restroom. Would you mind waiting for me out here?"
Jeremy shrugged slightly. "I'm cool with it." he said. John grinned.
"Thanks. I shouldn't be long." he said before quickly shuffling over to the men's room. Jeremy couldn't help but snicker to himself when he heard one of the stalls quickly shut. Since I'm gonna be stuck working here thanks to my idiot roommate I might as well look around a bit.
Jeremy stepped into the small hallway just as two girls ran out of the lady's room giggling and sprinkling water at each other. Jeremy shook his head fondly before looking at the posters that were taped to the wall. One showed the animatronic band in their own posters with white, bubble text on it. Bonnie Blu was holding his guitar and looked as though he was waving, Chica Chic looked like she was caramelldansen, and Frederick was "grinning" at whoever would be looking at the poster. Jeremy pursed his lips before looking over to the only poster that hung across from the others. This one showed Frederick waving as though he were a famous celebrate with big text saying "The New Face Of Fun".
Jeremy rolled his eyes before turning and spotting a grey door at the end of the hall. He titled his head slightly when he read the white sign that was taped in front of it: "Parts & Services". A feeling in him suddenly kicked in and he felt compelled to open the door. He's more than likely to get in trouble if he did, but the child in him kept on nagging about what kind of secrets could be lying in the next room. Fazbear's is known to be a very controversial pizzeria, after all. Before he realized it, he was standing mere inches from the door itself. His hand was stretched out and ready to grab the handle.
He just barely touched the edge of it when a heavy hand suddenly slapped down on his shoulder. Jeremy yelped and spun around to find Johnathan looking down at him with a quizzical look. "Whatcha doin' over here, boyo?" he asked. "That room is off limits to the public. And since you're not an official employee here, you can't go in either."
"O-oh." Jeremy scratched the back of his head. "Sorry."
"It's fine." John said with a forgiving smile. "Now let's get that paperwork done, shall we? It's almost closing time."
"Right." Jeremy nodded as he was guided away from the door and out of the hallway.
The door creaked open a sliver.
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After a long wait, the sequel to Joy of Creation is here! :D
*Children cheering in the background*
Now before any says, I KNOW FNAF 2 IS A PREQUEL. I found that out the hard way... But anyway, this is still going to be a sequel. New surprises and new twists!
And no, I will NOT be accepting any OCs.
Bonnie and Blu (Toy Bonnie) are both dudes and they're going to stay like that! I hate it when people call them girls. I mean yeah Bonnie's a girls name and all, but I've seen a movie where a guy was named Sasha! Besides, Bonnie looks too masculine in my eyes.
Also, there are going to be some changes to the game's story. Like certain events won't be added and I might change up the phone calls to fit the story I have for the fic since it takes place in the same universe as Joy of Creation.
Now that I got that out of the way, I should also point out that updates might take a while since my family and I are returning from Arizona and the semester is almost over in my school. Yeah. I hate school, too.
But I hope this fic lives up to your expectations! :D