Jeremy clings to Vincent's arm as they enter the pizzeria. Jeremy looks around the empty stage area then returns his gaze back down to the checkered floor. Scott follows behind Jeremy and ruffles his hair. He gives a soft smile when Jeremy looks up at him.

"Don't worry kid! You'll do fine. I swear." Scott says. Jeremy smiles and nods.

"Ok Jere, the boss' room is over there. Don't be to nervous." Vincent says, pointing Jeremy to the door. Jeremy takes a deep breath and checks his work uniform Vincent gave him. 'All buttons properly buttoned, shoes tied, good pasture, alright. Jeremy, you can do this!' Jeremy thinks to himself and walks toward the door. He keeps his posture strong and takes deep breathes, trying to calm his nerves. He knocks on the door lightly and almost jumps at the deep voice telling to him to enter. The boy does as he's told and gives one last glance to Scott and Vincent. 'Heh, they look like parents sending their child off to school.' Jeremy thinks and closes the door.

Mr. Fazbear, a man with disheveled hair and dark rings under his eyes, stares at Jeremy confused. Jeremy clears his throat.
"Hello, Mr. F-Fazbear. I'm Jeremy Fitzg-gerald. I would like to w-work here. I was interviewed y-yesterday by Vincent. He thinks I would be f-fit for a j-job here." Jeremy says, blushing in embarrassment from his stutter. The man straightens up and looks Jeremy up and down.

"Vincent huh? He brought in a stuttering teenager to handle droves of screaming children." The owner says shaking his head. Jeremy gulps and takes deep breath.

"I-I assure you, sir, I'm a very h-hard worker and a quick learner. Just give me an o-opportunity to prove it." Jeremy says. Mr. Fazbear sighs and looks down at his desk in thought. He slowly looks back up.

"I owe Vincent a favor. I guess you're that favor then. Are you still in school?" Mr. Fazbear asks. Jeremy nods.

"Y-Yes, but I can work after 2 to wh-what ever time you need on all weekdays. W-weekends are completely free for me s-so I c-can come in early and leave late." Jeremy says, hoping his employment sounds less forced. "Kids a-actually love me too. A-and if you need a maintenance g-guy, I could fill that j-job." Mr. Fazbear looks at Jeremy, more intrigued now.

"So you can do all that? How?" Jeremy smiles at the question.

"W-well, I've always liked learning about e-electronics and how they w-work so I already know what went wrong and h-how to fix the animatronics if th-they ever break. Now with kids, I-I have a very childish pers-sonality so kids just get attached to me. Personally, I th-think there are more pros than cons if y-you hire me." Jeremy says, more confident now. Mr. Fazbear nods.

"Can you work 3 to 10 on Thursday through Sunday?" Mr. Fazbear asks. Jeremy's hidden eyes light up and nods. His new boss smiles.

"Tell Vincent to show you around." He says and looks back down at the papers scattered on his desk. Jeremy stands and calmly walks out. Jeremy runs up to his coworkers and tackles them in a hug. He instantly starts showering the two in thank you's and hugs tighter. Jeremy stands and lets Vincent and Scott up, blushing from embarrassment again. He looks down and rubs his arm.

"U-Um, Vincent, the boss said he wants you t-to show me around," Jeremy whispers. Vincent groans and pushes a snickering Scott. Jeremy slightly flinches and almost yelps when Vincent grabs his wrist. Vincent drags Jeremy towards a hallway with a grip that's too tight and rough for the shy boy to be comfortable with. Jeremy doesn't try to pull away though, fearing it would make Vincent even angrier. Vincent suddenly stops and takes a deep breath. He looks over to Jeremy, who looks even weaker and more scared than usual. Vincent lets go of Jeremy's tiny wrist and gently guides him to a very colorful room.

The room has balloons scattered around, presents wrapped in pastel colored ribbons sit piled in a corner, and a small carousel occupies the room. Vincent walks over the largest present in the pile and takes off the top. He pulls out a limp black and white puppet. Jeremy shudders when he looks into its lifeless eyes.

"This guy is Marionette. He hands out presents to the children. So we make sure there are a lot of stuffed animals in his box the ones around him. Best to check every couple of hours." Vincent says and sits the marionette up straight. He points over a cluster of balloons. Jeremy jumps at the boy who appeared from out of nowhere.

"Humpty fucking Dumpty over there gives out balloons." Vincent says glaring at the chubby boy. Jeremy looks over at Vincent.

"That's not v-very nice. Wh-what is he exactly?" Jeremy asks looking back over at the boy.

"Animatronic. He freaks out some of the kids so he doesn't move around. Same deal as with Mari. And then there's Mangle." Vincent says and looks in the far corner. Jeremy follows his gaze. A feminine fox wearing a pirate vest and skirt sits slouch on a treasure chest.

"That beauty over there is Mangle. Well, her real name is Toy Foxy, but since she get torn apart by the kids, we call her Mangle now. That's why she doesn't wear her blouse or her long skirt anymore. We had to take a lot of her props away from her so the kids won't steal. Poor thing. All she did was tell stories and then one day they just started ripping her apart." Vincent says, only looking at her now. Jeremy feels deep empathy for her. Vincent clears his throat and looks away.

"We prefer to catch kids before they disassemble her than let them and clean her up at the end of the night. And we have paper and crayons near the carousel that we have to keep stocked up. So that's all that you really need to know. Scott and I got the other rooms. You and Fritz handle this one. Speaking of which, where is that lazy bum?" Vincent asks looking around. Jeremy walks over to the drawing table while Vincent wonders out. There's plenty of paper and crayons, but no pencils for Jeremy to use. He shrugs and looks around the room again. Vincent said they would have a free half hour before anybody would come in. Jeremy sits down in one of the three chairs and takes a blue, grey, yellow, orange, and red crayon. He looks back at the doorway one more time to check that Vincent didn't come back in. He turns back to his paper and picks up the blue. He starts sketching small curves into the center of the page.

Jeremy finishes up the outlines of his picture and feels quite pleased with out it turned out. Completely distracted by his drawing, he's completely unaware of the presence behind him. Jeremy smiles and picks up the yellow again. A hand touches his shoulder. Jeremy screams and falls out of his chair. The person above him snickers and holds out a hand. Jeremy looks up at the person before taking his has wild orange hair and thick glasses. He wears the same blue uniform as Jeremy does. The shy teen gulps and looks up at him.

"A-a-are you um th-th-the guy who I'm s-supposed work with?" Jeremy whispers. Fritz nods and looks down at the drawing. Jeremy quickly takes it and hides it back hide his back, making Fritz give a questioning look. Jeremy bites his lip and looks to the side. Fritz looks around the room then back to the teen.

"May I see that...what's your name?" Fritz asks. Jeremy shakes his head.

"I-I'm Jeremy." Jeremy answers in a quiet voice.

"Why not, Jeremy?" Fritz asks. "I already saw it was Sailor Moon." Jeremy sighs and shows his picture. Fritz takes it and examines it.

"You know, I never really like Sailor Moon all that much. My favorite was actually Sailor Mercury." Fritz says. Jeremy looks up at him and takes back his drawing.

"S-so, you like Sailor Moon?" Jeremy asks. Fritz nods and smiles.

"I actually like anime and manga a lot. You?" Jeremy raises his head a little bit.

"S-Same!" Jeremy says, very excited.

"You know I never really had someone to talk about anime with. This is awesome!" Fritz says. Jeremy nods.

The echoing sound of the front door opening and closing catch the two's full attention. Fritz pats the younger's shoulder, who folds up his picture and tucks it in his shirt pocket. A little girl runs passed the door and farther down into the hallway. Jeremy tilts his head and looks to Fritz for an explanation.

"Bathroom's in this hallway," He says and sits down in a seat. He pats the one next to him. Jeremy quickly sits down and keeps looking to the doorway, clearly tense. The girl runs pass them again, probably back to her parent. The nervous teen let out a sigh and relaxes his posture.

"Uh Jeremy, you ok?" Fritz asks, patting Jeremy back.

"I d-don't do well in public spaces. Just being o-outside kinda puts me on e-edge." Jeremy says hanging his head. The redhead picks up a black crayon and puts it into clear view for Jeremy. He takes it and slowly looks up at his coworker.

"Draw something else. You didn't notice me at all when you were drawing Sailor Moon. Draw some more." Fritz says, sliding a piece of paper over. Jeremy nods and looks down at the blank sheet. He glances over to Mangle's slouched form. He looks back down and begins lightly sketching curves once again. Jeremy loosens up a tiny bit as ideas start flowing. He takes more colors out and starts sketching more out. Fritz leans over, very entertained in Jeremy's work. He starts off with yellow eyes showing sass then picks up the grey crayon.

By the time the brunette finishes, 30 minutes had past and children were now circling the room. Most were crowded around Mangle. Fritz is standing by the marionette now, leaving Jeremy all alone. He looks over his shoulder and is surprised to see a couple kids staring at his drawing. He smiles and holds it up. They 'ooo' and 'aaah' at it. Jeremy giggles and hands the closest little girl his creation. Her eyes light up and she runs away almost squealing. The other kids whine and look down. Jeremy smiles and takes out a few more sheet of paper. The first kid to notice smiles and latches onto Jeremy's waist. She gives a big smile, showing a missing tooth. She back up a few steps and digs her pocket. She pulls out a blue bunny and shows it to Jeremy. Chuckling, he takes it and examines it.

"I wanna picture of my Bon Bon!" She says and point to the tiny stuffed animal. Jeremy nods and sits up toy against the stack of paper. He takes a nice shade of green, he begins his process of sketching. The girl smiles and watches Jeremy draw. He pats her head and picks up a blue and another green crayon. Jeremy notices that every time he picks up a new crayon, the little girl's eyes light up. He smiles and continues his drawing, attracting more attention from the other children running around. Jeremy finishes his drawing as quickly but neatly as he could. He knows most kids have a short attention span and he felt the little girl clinging onto his arm becoming impatient and fidgety. He quickly goes over the outlines and gently colors in the drawing. He feels the little girl bouncy up and down as fast as she could. He signs his signature in grey and hands her the picture. She squeals and hugs it, not even looking at it yet. Bon Bon was cuddling a stuffed carrot in the picture. The girl grabs her toy and runs out of the room, still smiling as big as she could. The other kids in the crowd turn back to the teen and crowd closer around him.

"I want Hulk!"

"I want a unicorn!"

"I want a pikachu!"

The children hug him tightly and shout out their requests. Some of the father one start pushing and shoving to get closer. Jeremy gulps and tries prying some off him. They unfortunately stick to him like they're super glued on. They began to get a little rougher and almost start pulling him around. He begins to panic and says something without thinking it though.

"G-guys! I'll get to e-everyone! I swear! Just please o-one at a time! I'll be here all day and n-night! No need for sh-shoving!" Jeremy says, trying to calm the kids down. They slowly start backing up, one by one. He gulps at the amount of requests he had coming. There are a good dozen already, and the day had only just started. He looks over to Fritz and gives a pleading look. Fritz is only laughing at how much stress Jeremy had just put onto himself. He looks back to the demanding children, who still have their eyes locked on him. He slowly picks up the same green crayon as before and gulps again.

"Who-who's n-next?" Jeremy asks with shaky voice and a very forced smile. Almost instantly, he's put back in the situation of being pulled in all directions.

The clock chimes as it finally reaches the 10. Jeremy waves to the last of the children being forced to leave the kiddie room with their souvenirs. Fritz walks up to him and waves with him. Jeremy slumps down to his seat and groans. His hand was sore and cramping, his eyes hurt and all his energy was gone at this point. Vincent strolls in and chuckles at Jeremy's drained form. The boy groans loudly and looks at Vincent.

"I'm hurt," He whines. Vincent sits Jeremy up straight and ruffles his hair.

"How many pictures did you draw?" Vincent asks. Jeremy sighs.

"I stopped counting after 38." Jeremy whimpers and falls onto the floor. He crawls to Vincent and hugs his leg. Vincent rolls his grey eyes and picks up Jeremy bridal style. Jeremy cuddles into the warm purple shirt.

"Guys, are we ready to go?" Scott yells, still in the other room. Vincent looks at Mangle before answering.

"Mangle's in one piece so yeah!" Vincent yells back. Fritz pats Jeremy shoulder on his way out form the room. Jeremy smiles and says a weak goodbye. Vincent takes one last look around before leaving. The exhausted boy closes his eyes and listens to the sound of Fritz's footsteps leaving the pizzeria. The now familiar sound of the door opening and closing echos loudly in the pizza again. Jeremy starts nodding off to sleep, ready to fall asleep under his guard dog's protection. Scott and Vincent start a quiet conversation, unknowingly lulling the boy faster to sleep. Just as Jeremy slips into another peaceful sleep, the door opens, startling Jeremy greatly. He rubs his eyes and looks to who opened the door. A man with tan skin and scowl walks in. He glares at Vincent and Jeremy feels Vincent tense.

"Hey, Mike! What are you doing here so early?" Scott asks. The man's glare drops as his attention focuses on Scott.

"Hey Scott. I just got up and of course Doll jumped on me and demanded we go out for dinner the second my eyes opened. I uh think I left my wallet here. See it?" Mike asks. Scott rolls his eyes and throws a black wallet to Mike. He smiles and checks if all his money and credit cards are still there. He smile didn't falter, so Jeremy assumes it's all there. Mike looks up at Scott and opens his mouth, but loud honks muffle his sentence. Mike chuckles and waves to Scott.

"Well Doll's hungry so I better go now. See ya around." Mike says. He finally notices Jeremy's limp form cuddling into Vincent's chest. Mike shots the tired boy a glare before leaving. Jeremy looks at Scott.

"W-was that the Mike you were t-talking about yesterday?" Jeremy asks with a scratchy voice. Scott nods and chuckles.

"I know how he seems, but he grows on you!" Scott says.

"Bullshit," Vincent mumbles.

Jeremy looks back to where Mike was standing.

"Well he seemed...interesting at least." Jeremy says too quietly for Vincent and Scott to hear.

A/N Hey guys. Sorry for the late update and sorry if this chapter kinda sucks, but it was a little forced out and some parts I wrote when I was very tired. I hope this is good. I might rewrite this if I'm not happy with it in the morning. As for a late update, I was on vacation for a week. I'll try to get one out very soon and it will hopefully be better than this one. Night night. It's currently 4: 30 am and I am tired af.