Jeremy sat, examining his paperwork for the new job requirements for when the company was done 'renovating' the building. He may not have been there to witness anything that happened but Jamie seemed to be painstakingly detailed in reciting the events of what happened at the birthday party he'd gone to.

Mangle was always a twitchy one to deal with but never in a million years did Jeremy ever imagine that one of the animatronics would wind up hurting one of the children, during the daytime no less. It was usually the parents and older people that the animatronics didn't bode well with, and even then, they had never attacked anybody before, not counting himself and the several other unfortunate souls who had worked the nightshift.

Luckily, now he was transferred over to the day shift but it made him feel a little sorry for the guy on the phone who said he would take up the night shift himself. Considering that the animatronics get really active, it was a wonder how the guy was still alive. He himself had barely survived the fifth and sixth night working there.

Jamie knew that the job Jeremy did before was dangerous and he admired him for it. It was nice to be looked up at as a brave role model, especially since he was well known for stuttering with most people who aren't his family, but then Jamie made the comment that he wanted to the exact same thing for his future job. This caused nothing short of an utter panic from Jeremy and he wound up having to sit with his younger cousin for an hour explaining why it was a terrible job and why he should never even think about working it. Of course, for his little cousin's sake, he had to skip past the small details of the company's dark history and that all the animatronics tried to kill him every night.

It was about eight in the morning when he got a phone call from his manager saying that the fire alarm had gone off and reassuring that there was no actual fire, not that Jeremy would have any problem with the whole building going up in flames. Then…he was told that would have to come back to ensure that nothing could cause a fire and that no one 'broke in', which was just the company's sugar coated way of saying that he would have to go and risk his life to make sure the animatronics didn't trigger a fire alarm or do anything stupid. Apparently the guy who usually worked the night shift couldn't come in because he was sick with the flu or something.

His hands shook in terror as he threw the phone in anger. That job was horrifying during the night and it was a miracle that he had ever survived as long as he did and now they were telling him that he had to come back?! He put his head in his hands, considering every possible option that he had. He could just call in sick but the manager knew him well enough to know that he wasn't very good at faking anything. If he just chose not to go than that would be setting him up for a pink slip with 'you're fired' written in big fat letters all over it.

No, there was no choice. He would have to go back to do another week of the night shift. He could not afford to lose this job. Running a hand through his hair, he breathed in and out to calm himself down. He did it once before, he could do it again. Jeremy picked up his cell phone and scrolled down through his contacts to tell the one person he trusted to keep quiet about the true nature of his job…Jamie.

Jack didn't sleep much anyway so he didn't wait a second to head over to his favorite believer's house to tell him what had happened. He had made enough snow that morning to ensure that Jamie wouldn't be in school, as selfish as it sounded, this was more important.

He came up, knocking on the window to Jamie's bedroom. Most kids would take the opportunity of a no school day to sleep in but Jamie and his sister were both morning birds so Jack didn't hesitate in pounding the window. After a moment, Jamie walked in from the other side of his room and unlocked the window to let Jack in.

Now, under normal circumstances, Jamie would've been thrilled to see his best friend and would've started spouting a million comments but this time, his joyous believer didn't seem so…joyous. Jack pushed open the window and came in to see Jamie sitting upon his bed with a really worried look on his face. Jack came in front of him, smiling, but when he got no response, the smile disappeared and he knelt down, looking at Jamie with concern.

"Hey kiddo, you know if you keep a frown on for too long, your face will stick like that." He joked, hoping to lighten the mood but Jamie crossed his arms, unhappy.

Was he…angry? "What's wrong?"

Jamie narrowed his eyes; yep, he was angry. "You said that you and the other Guardians went to check out the pizzeria right?"

"Yeah."

"Did any of you happen to trigger the fire alarm when you left?" He asked.

Jack blinked at the question. How did Jamie know about that? It was on the other side of Burgess. "Um, yeah but no one got hurt." He reassured.

"Not yet!" Jamie snapped.

Jack looked at his young believer with shock. He'd never seen Jamie mad before, let alone mad at him. What was this about? Suddenly Jamie's moment of anger morphed into a very guilty expression.

"Sorry for yelling, I'm just worried." He apologized.

"Worried about what?" Jack asked, sitting on the bed next to Jamie.

"When you and the other Guardians left out the emergency exit, it triggered the fire alarm, right?" Jamie asked and Jack nodded. "Well, the company decided it was too dangerous to leave the building unattended at night, to where thieves could break in or the animatronics could do something, so they called my cousin Jeremy to take the night shift there since the guy who normally does the night shift there was sick."

Jack's eyes widened at the realization. "Oh." Was all he could say.

Suddenly he lifted his face up with a look of determination in his eyes and turned to Jamie. "You know what kiddo, we still have to figure out what's up with the place."

"So?"

"So, we'll make sure your cousin stays safe throughout the night." He reassured.

"You'd do that?!" Jamie exclaimed, suddenly happy again.

"Yeah, I mean, it can't be that bad."

Jamie suddenly sat back down in disappointment. "Yeah it can."

Jack gained a playful gleam. "Oh really, how so?"

"Well for one, my cousin is too old to believe in you-" He stated and Jack frowned at the unfortunately true statement. "-and two, that pizzeria holds such a dark past that Jeremy wouldn't even tell me because he says I'm too young to know the stuff he knows."

Jack scratched his head, thinking. "Well, I won't lie by saying that your cousin not believing doesn't make it slightly more difficult but I promise that we will do everything we can to protect him."

Jamie looked up, hope shining in his eyes.

"And as for the 'dark past' thing, we fought the Boogieman. There isn't anything so dark and horrible that the Guardians can't handle it." He reassured with a proud gleam.

Jamie laughed and Jack saluted on his way out the window to the North Pole. If only he had known the dark past was more than likely what would be the worst for them to handle. If only he had known then just how untrue his statement was. If only…