"A young boy, age of 11, was attacked by a Freddy Fazbear animatronic this evening." "The boy's frontal lobe was 'bitten' by Fredbear, told by medical personel."

"The boy's parents were nowhere to be found as he was dropped off in the morning with $100 Cash and was left."

'News 1983'

As easy as life seems, it isn't. Jeremy learned that the hard way.

He had friends in school talk about how they are going to suceed in life and make alot of money. Money dosen't come easy, especially without an education, but thats how he lived. Donors all across the country paid for his charity, but they eventually died, so his charity was canceled.

Soon people forgot, many who witnessed it still remembered. Many people forgot his face. No one had an adult photo of him.

The past always resurfaces. Freddy's reopened last year when he was 19 he turned 20 then. He figured to chase his past so he can get some closure, to figure out if his "friends" remember him, to see what happened, why was he bit? They should all know him, right?

May 24 1992,

Jeremy walked up to the doors and slowly opened them. As it opened he felt nervous, he felt scared, emotions flying at him in waves. He pulled his baseball cap down and entered.

He saw children running around, screaming with joy in their favorite pizza place. There was a Boy standing and handing out balloon's. The turned and looked at Jeremy, smiled then walked over to him.

"Hello, whats your name?" The Boy asked.

"I'm uhh," Jeremy studdered, not wanting to draw attention by using his real name, said "Micheal, its Micheal." after looking at a kids drawing, the name Micheal Schmit written in crayon. "Oh, uhh Hello Micheal, do you want a balloon?" The boy asked.

"N-no t-thanks." Jeremy shyly said as he walked towards reception.

"How can i help you?" The man behind the counter asked.

"Are there," Jeremy discretly coughed, "jobs open?"

The man thought then said "Yeah, uhm, you should check with the manager, his room is in back."

"Alright t-thanks." Jeremy replied then

went to find the managers office.

Jeremy walked through a crowded hallway to find out it led to another room.

"Where the hell is the room?" Jeremy thought, "Theres so many rooms!"

Jeremy found the room and knocked on the door, and heard a "come in."

Jeremy went in and saw a man in his late thirtys.

"Hello there, im Fred Cawthon, offenly called Mr Fazbear, please step in." The man offered. "So what brings you in here?"

Jeremy entered and sat in a chair,

"Im looking for any job openings." Jeremy stated, before sitting upright.

"Ah, alright let me see." Fred looked around before picked up a specific piece of paper, "Cook?" The man asked.

Jeremy Shook his head. "Janitor?" Jeremy shook his head again. "Night Watchman?" Jeremy thought about it then nodded. "Great, but i need you sign these Mr...?" Fred started, "Schmit," Jeremy finished, "Mike Schmit."

"Alright Mr Schmit, your all good, can you work tonight?"

"I can, its not like i have anything else to do." Jeremy answered.

"Alright see you at eleven thirty!" Mr Fazbear said, while smiling.

11:30 Pm Monday May 24th 1992,

He was greeted by Mr Fazbear and was told about his pay, uniform, tips and dutys, before the man had to go home as he had a very busy day tommorow.

Jeremy went to the boy's bathroom, and changed into the purple suit. It had a Purple Dress shirt, Purple tie, (or Bowtie for the ones who want it.) Purple belt, Dark black dress pants, and Dark dress shoes.

Jeremy settled into his office and saw a Flashlight and some batteries, along with a Tablet hooked into a Square box.

He pushed the 'turn on switch', and the monitor displayed static, before turning into a image, one of the band. At night, they looked intimidating.

'After all these years,' He thought, 'and they continue the chain, one full of evil and countless murde-'

*Ring*

*Ring*

'Who could be...' He reached for the phone and picked it up,

"Hello, hello hello?"

Jeremy put the phone back down, declining the call, not knowing if it was a solicitor, or a paranoid parent complaining about how fithy the place was.

He sat back with the tablet and looked around, the band as still as, well how they should be.

A sudden movement caught Jeremy's eye. 'Couldnt i see the rabbit?'

The only left were Freddy and Chica, no signs of the rabbit. The screen then went to static, and then well the stage, no animatronics anywhere. Jeremy's eye's widen and he turned the camera to diffrebt locations and then, to pirate cove to just see the curtain settle after being run past, or through.

Jeremy was shocked, as he remembered the monsters in his nightmares, which left him tramatized, and hurt.

Jeremy did what worked with him before, curling up in a ball. He got up and snuggled with the wall, before he started to cry, big wet tears flowed out of his eyes as they came in. He didnt know what they wanted, so he sat there balling his eye out. They stopped infront of him. He looked at them to see their usual sadistic grins non-existent, only concern.

"Are you okay, little boy?" One of them asked, in a very deep voice.

He looked up, his face full of tears.

This is a recent idea ive had, and i finally got time to just write out this first bit, although it could be more. I Decided to leave it, because of something family related.

"Jeremy... Sorry." It whispered.