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Well, hi there! Yes, I am new to FanFiction as a member, though I have been reading many stories posted here, Five Nights at Freddy's ones in-particular. Don't worry, though. I'm no noob to writing. I've recieved quite a few awards in my school for my writing styles and skiklls. I plan to use that here in a way that many other users will (hopefully) enjoy. Now, this is a series about Five Nights at Freddy's 2, not necessarily the prequel... or sequel... uhm. Yeah. Anyway, it's about Jeremy Fitzgerald's *fun, exciting time here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! (*fun if you like death and pain). Please take into consideration that I will tweak some things about it. A particular character may become active a day earlier than it's supposed to, or maybe a character will appear in a room he's not meant to be in - just bear with it. I'm not going to completely change the style. (: Rated T because of some coarse language, and some pretty gruelling scenes later in the chapters. I mean, what did you expect? Five Nights at Freddy's wasn't really a game for "K" rated FanFics anyhow. Anyway, I sincerely hope any viewers enjoy my first FanFiction. I'll see you at the bottom of the page. :)

Tears formed around his shaking eyeballs. The man frantically flicked through the cameras to be greeted by a blue rabbit only three rooms away from him. Jeremy tightened his grip around the tablet.

"Please. Leave me alone", Jeremy begged. Bonnie's focus continued to glare into the camera. Jeremy attempted to flick through the rooms to secure his own safety, but was forced to control the Prize Corner's music box. His shaking fingers assisted with the animatronic's persistence to have Jeremy killed. He lowered the camera, half-expecting a bunny to rip his face off. Jeremy winced at the pitch-black hallway. Even though he couldn't see through the darkness, he knew something - or someone was there. Amongst the shaking of his wrist and his whimpers, he pressed down on the flashlight's button. Jeremy yelped when he saw a large, brown bear glaring at him at the far end of the hallway.

"GAH!", he nearly fainted at Freddy's presence. Jeremy flickered his light at the bear, trying to get Freddy to leave. The bear eventually turned in, starting to walk backwards; to the dark corners of the hallway - presumably to the Game Room. Jeremy felt a slight release of fear. That was until he remembered about the Prize Room. He immediately flipped up his tablet, to be greeted to a marionette-like puppet's head peering out of the top of the now-opened present box. Jeremy let out a high-pitched scream, emotions mixed with desperation and pure, cold fear. He resorted to the only thing he hoped would keep the puppet away. He neared his finger to the command on the tablet, and held it down. The monitor was met with a teardrop which pattered along the screen. Jeremy felt like an idiot. 25 years of age and crying because of fucking animatronics in a kid's pizzeria. Once the puppet subsided back into his box, and the meter was filled, Jeremy pulled the tablet back down. He gasped. A single string of rope hunge from the ceiling of his office. The only room he thought he was safe in. Jeremy quickly pulled on his Freddy Fazbear mask, hoping that the dismembered fox would leave the roof. Jeremy sobbed quietly into his mask. Mangle's wire was still swaying above him. Jeremy continued to sob. The mask became hot with sweat. He didn't have to guts to look up at the broken figure looming above his mask. Jeremy screamed into his mask, losing all grips to sanity he had. Three hours into his job and he was already losing his mind. Jeremy's could feel his eyes growing bloodshot, and his face beginning to heat up. He knew inside that this job probably wasn't that threatening, considering these animatronics haven't done anything to him, but his childhood fears of robots haunted him. He also knew that that fucking puppet was there in his box. Smiling. Taunting. Grimacing, as Jeremy grew closer to his demise with each breath he took. Jeremy noticed the shadow in front of him.

It wasn't an entity, or an animatronic. It was a reflected shadow, the one from the roof. It wasn't Mangle. It was a string attacked to a spherical object. With his uneasy grip, Jeremy removed his mask, keeping it above his head and glanced at the roof. It wasn't Mangle. It was a balloon. A red and yellow-striped balloon. It floated above him. Jeremy opened his jaw with a mixture of confusion and shock. Who put a balloon above his head? Jeremy was suddenly ripped out of his thoughts about the helium-inflated sphere. He rested the camera into his palm and winded up the music box. It was four-fifths out of the cycle. Once the cycle was 3/4 of the way done, the vents erupted with banging and thumping. His arms begain to spastically twitch. Each muscle in Jeremy's arms pushed him further away from survival. He screamed with confusion, fear jolting through his bones. Jeremy regained control of his arms, and spent no time hesitating to check the vent lights. He found nothing in either of them. Jeremy was at a mix of emotions, still. Nothing had entered his room, aside from the balloon, but he still had doubts clouding his mind. He checked the vents with his camera. He didn't see anything in either, until he discovered a small icon in the bottom-left corner titled "LIGHT".

"I'm such a fucking idiot...", Jeremy cursed. As soon as he tapped the lights, he was met by a pair of legs shafting through the vents, inches from the vent opening in his office. Jeremy dropped the tablet onto the ground with shaking hands. He wanted to run, to run far from this place. To bolt down that hallway and forget about everything he had ever heard, or experience, from this hellhole. And that's what Jeremy was about to do. His heart pounded quickly in his chest, but his feet pounded against the tiles of the pizzeria's floor quicker. It was only a few steps before Jeremy couldn't hold himself up. Jeremy's knees gave way, and he fell to the ground. His head smacked onto the floor. After a series of pained cries he shut his blood-shot eyes. He shut them and couldn't open them back up. Jeremy awoke from his unfortunate "nap" thirty minutes later. Jeremy's head was pounding nearly as hard as his heart was. It took him a while to piece together what had happened before he hit the ground. As soon as he recalled the puppet, Jeremy bolted towards the tablet. Ignoring the pain in his head, the aches all over his body, the muscle spasms in his head and the sense that he was being watched, he found the tablet. The tablet's screen was touching the base of his computer chair, with the music box being wound up by the wheel.

"Phew...", Jeremy sighed. He was undoubltly lucky. He saw this as a strategy for his time at the job. It made it a whole lot easier and less-scary. He rubbed his temples, hoping to relieve the pain with his sweating palms. 'Pressing pain against pain doesn't work well', he noted himself.

"Hello". A kid's voice boomed from behind Jeremy. Jeremy immediately fell to the ground in a failed attempt to run away from the voice. With eyes watering, he neared his convulsing head towards the source of the voice.

"Hi". It greeted. Jeremy's entire body was shaking now, his head barely being able to constrain it's own weight. The kid wasn't a living child. It was an animatronic. It was a human - a child animatronic. It had a propeller-cap and a shirt, following the same red and yellow-striped pattern. It's blue eyes seemed to be relaxed and innocent. In it's hands were a sign reading 'Balloons!' and in the other hand, unsurprisingly, a bundle of balloons. A bundle of red and yellow-striped baloons. Jeremy stared at the animatronic. He was surprised that he wasn't being attacked by it, but he still remained horrified. The animatronic dropped his items, letting the balloons sink to the roof, joining the original balloon. It reached it's hand out towards Jeremy, offering assistance. The grin on it's face unsettled Jeremy, but it was probably the same grin it gave to the children and parents when the pizzeria was open. Jeremy was deeply confused. He opened a mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the animatronic.

"I won't harm you", the animatronic said. It's voice was high-pitched, but not the point of being irritating. Jeremy stared at the animatronic for a while longer. Still not daring to move an inch, apart from the shaking of his entire body.

"My name is Balloon Boy, but you can call me BB for short!", Balloon Boy boomed. Jeremy sat myself up, glancing at the animatronic that claimed it wasn't dangerous. He was skeptical still.

"H-hello?", Jeremy squeaked. His voice was raspy. He weekly got up to his feet. The pain in his body had substained a little. Balloon Boy was gleaming with happiness. His cheeks here rosy red, and his mouth reached the edges of his cheeks. Jeremy thought BB really did look harmless, and even if he tryed to attack Jeremy, what could a small animatronic who barely surpassed his waist in height do to him? BB reached out his arm to him. Jeremy assumed it was for a handshake.

"What's your name?", he asked, a lighter tone in his voice. He answered as he shook his hand, still a somewhat wary.

"My n-name is Je-Jeremy...", Jeremy responded. Still finding that raspy aspect in his voice, BB and Jeremy parted their handshake. "Nice to meet you, Jeremy!", the animatronic happily yelped. Jeremy found himself smiling at the animatronic's attitude.

"But, you really should be more careful, Jeremy.", Balloon Boy's voice became more stern, and his smile dissipated.

"What? Why?", Jeremy said. He didn't feel the stupidness into the question until he had already mentioned it. Jeremy virtually facepalmed himself in essence. "The other animatronics aren't as friendly as I am.", the subtle sternness still being implicitly depicted in his tone.

"The facial recognition technology of the other animatronics have been tampered with somehow. I overheard the staff saying it was something to do with their performances locking them into a different mode. Apparently, while they're performing, Freddy, Chica and Bonnie can't recognize anything in the audience. All they see are endoskeletons." BB continued.

"Though since they can't control themselves while they're performing, the children are safe".

Jeremy had a mixture of expressions on his face. He understood, but not so well.

"Since at nighttime the animatronics are set into free-roam, they wander around aimlessly. But when they see you, they glitch. They can't tell if you're an endoskeleton or a human".

Jeremy's eyes opened a little in shock.

"Apparently the closer they are to you, the worse it is".

Jeremy went from being somewhat worried to deeply horrified.

"That's why the staff gave you the mask". Balloon Boy gestured over to the brown bear mask. Jeremy gulped, looking into it's soulless eye sockets.

"But... Ballo- BB.. how can you speak like this? Don't you only have pre-recorded lines?", Jeremy asked lightly. BB glanced at him with a small grin forming on his face.

"Sorry, buddy. I can't tell you everything". BB was hiding something. Jeremy shrugged it off and assumed that Balloon Boy wasn't sure himself, and he hoped so.

"But why aren't you attacking me? Wouldn't you mistake me as an endoskeleton too?"

"I don't perform!", BB replied. "I'm basically in sleep mode until a child is in range of me. All I do is hand balloons out and talk to kids. There's no need for a different mode just for that". BB sounded like he knew what he was talking about. It took Jeremy a while to realize that he wasn't monitoring the camera. He left it on the base of the computer chair.

"Uh oh", Jeremy picked up the tablet. The music box was fine, since the lucky event earlier. Jeremy tapped his fingers on the icons representing rooms. The time was 5:50 AM. Jeremy smiled to himself while checking the vents on the camera. No one was in them, and he was out of this place in only 10 minutes. Time goes fast when you're scared shitless!

"Jeremy", Balloon Boy said. Jeremy glanced in his direction to indicate he was listening.

"The abandoned animatronics from the old pizzeria are still active", BB almost had a hint of guilt in his voice. Jeremy froze.

"What? You're k-kidding, right?!", Jeremy shakily said, recalling the appearance of the original Freddy Fazbear. He was always an unsettling animatronic.

"They don't move around, really...", Balloon Boy paused.

"Except for... one". Jeremy just stared at Balloon Boy blankly.

"Foxy. The pirate fox. He normally just sits in the hallway and stares at you for a while". As BB said this, Jeremy frantically stared into the Parts/Service Room, eerie creeping over the man.

"The only way to get him to leave-",

Jeremy stopped listening momentarily when he picked up the word 'only'.

"So, just strobe your flashlight at him for some time, until he leaves". Jeremy picked up his flashlight, and BB's eyebrows raised into a sad expression. Just as he was about to activate the flashlight, Jeremy's wrist began to vibrate. They both glanced over to it. Jeremy's watch had an alarm set for 6 AM, which was now bleeping and chiming. Jeremy collapsed his face into his hands and cried with happiness. He could now leave this job and carry on with his life. Jeremy lifted his face up from his cupped hands and glanced over to BB. BB had left already. The animatronics were back to their original positions. Jeremy gathered his flashlight and walked into the hallway. When Jeremy pushed on the grey button, no light came from the torch; static-like noises emerged with no light. Jeremy tried again to no avail.

"Ugh. The batteries must be dying", he assumed. The lights of the building sparked up, illuminating the once-dark hallway. Jeremy continued attempting to flash his torch as he made his way to the exit of the establishment.

"I could've sworn I changed them last night...", Jeremy mumbled. The trio, Chica, Bonnie and Freddy were all on the stage. Lifeless. Jeremy walked past them and out the door, not bothering to take a second glance at those scraps of metal and evil.

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YAY I FINISHED MY FIRST FANFICTION! I hope I can get some feedback on this. It will continue, as long as people want that to happen. Criticizations, suggestions, anything you want to review, leave it below and I'll happily read and contribute to it. Until Chapter 2, goodbye, everyone.