Hey guys, It's your bro Smalltowngamer. I've been playing some Five Nights at Freddy's 2 and i have also read stories about the anikatronics being friendly in the first place. It inspired me to attempt to write my own story of a similar nature, but in the set of Five Nights at Freddy's 2. I know it's a prequel, but since this is a Fanfic I am writing that it take place after because I feel like it will make the story flow better seeing as I haven't lived in the eighties and barely know what technology existed around that time (NES FTW!). Also the animatronics/synthetics won't be murderous robots… But am I the only one who is disturbed by the Marionette or the Puppet or whatever they call it the most? Anyways, on with the writing!
Five Nights at Freddy's 2 belongs to Scott Cawthon.
Oh! and if any one could offer there beta reading expertise it would be much appreciated.
Jeremy Fitzgerald was twenty four year old man in Seattle, Washington. He had gone to college and had gotten a bachelor's degree in law enforcement. The thing was on his first month on the job there had been a hold up at the local Wells Fargo. The kid had taken two .223 slug to his right leg, three and a half inches below the knee almost exactly. His comrades had drug him over to a standby ambulance before he lost consciousness.
Jeremy later woke up in the hospital, disoriented and confused. His partner, and college friend, Fritz Smith was there besides his bed, his blonde brows furrowed with concern. "Hey Champ, how you feeling?" The cop groaned out loud after coming back to the land of the living. The brown haired, blue eyed man's eyes were unfocused and hazy as he answered. "Fritz? That you, bro?" The man laughed quietly… almost sadly.
"Yeah it's me. Do you remember anything at all?" Fritz frowned slightly as he asked. Jeremy's eyes were starting to focus in on the room. It was a stereotypical hospital room. as one might expect. It had the bed which the brown haired man resided as well as a few chairs of to the right and a flat screen TV mounted against the wall in front of him. There were multiple balloons and packages which the injured man assumed were get well presents.
Jeremy turned back to his friend, brows furrowed, "Sort of. There was robbery at that bank at Twelfth and Maine right?" The healthy cop nodded sullenly. "Yeah, Do you remember anything after that?" The other cop adopted a look of intense concentration and held it for awhile, then he dropped his shoulders with a sigh. "Sorry dude, I don't remember anything. Though I'm guessing something happened to me right?"
Fritz shifted awkwardly in the seat he was seated in, suddenly a look of pity came across the man's face. "Yes, You caught some bullets." Jeremy tilted his head slightly and looked up at his friend. "I guess that explains why i'm in the hospital. Where's the doctor? I need to know when I can get back out on duty." He turned to his friend with puzzlement etched across his features when his friend fidgeted around in his seat more, the pitying look intensified at the other man's befuddlement.
"What's wrong Fritz? I am going to be able to serve again right?" He sounded so hopeful, It brought a pain to the healthy man's chest to see his friend with that innocent look he wore. Jeremy had always been the most naive out of the two, wanting to protect the people and believing that everyone had good in them. Fritz, however, was more realistic. The cop took the job not only to protect the people of Seattle but to make sure that his city was safe from the sickos, murders, and other heinous criminals out there. This feeling only intensified when the blonde's child was born only two weeks ago.
The healthy cop took a deep breath and began telling the naive one exactly what happened that fateful day. "You… You took two .223 slugs in the leg from one of the robbers' AR15s. Rob and I dragged you over to the paramedics before rejoining the standoff that was currently going on. When the situation was diffused, I rushed over to the hospital. The bullets had all but severed your shin bone from your knee. They… They… They had to amputate your leg from an inch below the knee down."
Jeremy just looked at him incredulously before letting out a low chuckle. "Nice joke you bastard. Now tell me what actually happened." Fritz look away from his partner. Jaw set hard. "I'm not lying Jeremy. Look." The blonde stood up and began pulling on the blankets, and to the brown haired man's horror he found out that his partner was indeed telling the truth.
Four months went by as the ex-cop started physical therapy to gain the muscle that his thighs had lost in his stay at the hospital. The therapist told him that he need those muscles to be able to walk with the prosthetic leg. Jeremy grit his teeth and made it through the first half of his therapy, though he was still wheelchair bound. The problem was that his worker's compensation couldn't pay all the bills that he needed to pay.
He looked at every job he could apply for and sadly they either hired someone else or they refused to hire cripples. That was until the day Fritz brought him a newspaper with the add for the night guard for the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was only for one hundred and dollars and fifty cents a week until the guard proved that he would stay longer than five nights. Jeremy grimaced as he read the paper, he was sure he could stay on for more than five days, but he was sure they wouldn't hire a cripple. Looking at the corner of the same page in the newspaper, he noticed another ad for a clerk at the local McDonalds.
The crippled man dialed the number for the the fast food restaurant and found to his disappointment that the joint had already hired an employee to take the position. Jeremy sighed, "Nothing goes right for me does it?" He glanced back at the add for Freddy's. He hesitated, doubt lingering. Would they even hire a cripple to be the night guard? He sighed, "My aswell try it out."
He dialed the number and listened as the phone rang. The voice that answered was unnervingly jolly. "Hello! This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Where dreams come alive." Jeremy gagged silently at the cheesiness of the line, then the brown haired man gathered his train of thought. "Uh, Hello… I'm calling about the night guard position?" The mystery man's voice was positively ecstatic, "Really?! You can have an interview right away! When can you come down?" Jeremy didn't answer for a few moments, jaw opening and closing in silence. Already? Were they that desperate for a guard?
"I can be there in a few hours, sir." The ex-cop could practically hear the smile on the man's face. "Good! Go to the receptionist and ask for Mr. Fazbear." The line cut dead suddenly. "So much for goodbye…" Jeremy murmured under his breath.
The injured man crutched over to his bathroom and started his shower. First impressions were everything after all. He gazed into the mirror while waiting for the water to heat up. A lean brown haired man met his gaze with crystal blue eyes. His skin was partially tanned, or as much as one could tan in the state of Washington. His face was rough cut with edges and a strong jawline. The man's body wasn't exactly ripped but he was definitely in shape from his time in the police force and physical therapy.
After Jeremy's shower was over he called Fritz to pick him up and take him over to the dinner, fortunately, his ex-partner was still on leave with his baby girl. The cop showed up in his Toyota Camry and picked his college buddy up. "You ready, bro?" Jeremy gave a grin as they took a right along the intersection. The bank he got shot at was just around the corner. Naturally, the injured man felt his chest knot with apprehension upon passing the place where his career had ended.
"Jeremy?" Said man snapped back to attention by his best friend's voice. He forced a smile on his face as he answered, "Yeah Fritz, I'm fine. I wonder if the people down here will want to hire me. I am… less than whole." Fritz cast a look at Jeremy out of the corner of his eyes, the cops pity for his friend rising. "Don't worry about it, man. I'm sure you'll be fine. You are overqualified for this job."
The Duo arrived at Freddy's about eight minutes early. Jeremy pulled his crutches out from the back seat in his friend's car, then crutched over to the entrance, while Fritz waited patiently for his friend. The crippled man reviewed every thing he knew about this restaurant. It was a new business, in its second month of operation. It was renamed from Fred Bears Family Dinner to its current name of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was the first restaurant with animatronics that could walk around, and interact with the audience, unlike standard animatronics that would stay in place.
He opened the door with his shoulder and walked up to the receptionist. "Hello. I was told to ask for Mr. Fazbear. I'm here for the interview for the night guard post?" The receptionist, who was a brunette that was more interested in filing her nails then speaking, jerked her head down the main hallway. She continued filing her nails with out a concern.
Feeling slightly offended, Jeremy walked down the indicated hall way. There were two party rooms on each side of the hallway. and a main stage room off to the left. Stopping and peering out the door he could see the stage where the animatronics played, and the entrances to "Kid's Cove" and the Prize Corner. He walked further down to a large office that had no doors. In the chair behind the desk was a portly man of fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and was fat enough to be used as a spare tire.
The fat man noticed and appraised the man on crutches. The young man was cripple, lost his leg it looked like, but he was very physically fit. He moved with the ease of someone who wasn't new to using crutches.
Ashton H. Fazbear stuck his hand out, "Hello, young man! I'm assuming that you are here for the night guard interview?" Jeremy awkwardly shifted his weight over to his left side and shook the fat man's hand. "Yes, sir. I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald." The man nodded approvingly as he pulled out the chair for the interviewee. "I am the owner of this fine establishment, Ashton Fazbear, who the mascot is name after partly of course."
It turned out that the last location and animatronics had been owned by a guy named Frederick Kholer, who named the restaurant 'Fred Bear's Family Diner'. The two men discussed the means of the younger ones employment. To Jeremy's astonishment, Ashton hired him.
"But sir, what about my l-" He was cut of by the other male's hand. He looked at Jeremy with a friendly look in his eye. "Son even though you are on one leg, I still feel like you are the man for the job. Call me crazy but I feel like you are the possibly the best choice for us."
Before the younger male could say anything, Ashton shoved his uniform into his hands, along with the keys to the establishment and a baton. "I'm assuming from your background you have proficient knowledge about batons. Jeremy could only nod mutely.
Mr. Fazbear smiled widely as he escorted Jeremy to the entrance. As they passed the party rooms, the animatronics came across the front hall. Jeremy felt his spine go slightly cold as he saw all three of their eyes focus on him for a fleeting moment as they passed, the chicken duck one's eyes were half lidded, making the brown haired man feel even more uncomfortable.
Ashton spoke as they reached the entrance, "Get a good nights sleep tonight, lad. You'll need it. I'll show you the nuances of the job before your shift tonight. I'll see you then!" As Jeremy crutched over to his ex-partner's car he was still amazed that he managed to land a job. " I guess today must be my lucky day."
Thanks for reading this guys. I wanted to try writing some more with another thing besides my other story. The next chapter for that is in the process of being made, i've just recently been busy with work, school, and basketball. See you guys next chapter!