How It All Began (part two)

A decision was made, and before making haste to get home, Phone Guy had realized his groin was still out, almost like the rays of sunshine that began to light up this part of the Earth still so very early in the morning. "No, not yet. Not here.", Phone Guy thought, and set his erection aside in his pants. He looked around to see if anyone was present around his car. Heh, after knowing Vincent was still here, who knows what else is lurking around. He put his vehicle in a state of reverse, and drove into the road with no difficulty. Scott was frightened that Vincent was able to make him so very….. excited, and he drove as fast as legally possible just to get home.

Phone Guy was especially keen to get home on this very day. When he parked and got out of the car, he hurried to get into the house. But legs getting heavier and heavier as he counted each step, he felt as though there were huge weights on his shoes. He slammed the door open, and smiled. Phone Guy set his keys on the dining table, then took three very huge breaths before boiling some water in this big tea kettle he had. He rested his butt onto the couch in his living room and with nothing around to bother him, Phone Guy began to jerk off, rebelling against Purple Guy's order. He tried not to think about that, and definitely not the Purple Guy. Sadly however, instead of cumming to what felt right to him, Phone Guy's jizz was wasted on nothing but worrying about thoughts he should never try to control. And as Phone Guy was only partially relieved, the tea kettle began screaming, "I'm finished!"

The Phone Guy put his dick away having just cleaned up, and got himself to the stove. He poured the steaming hot water into a gigantic cup with loose leaf English Breakfast tea leaves in it, and he went up into his room to talk with Boss, and ask if he needs anything. "Hello? Hello hello? Hey!...", Phone Guy mewed all happy and proud-like after picking up the phone, and dialing numbers to his superior.

The boss man wants Phone Guy to give Jeremy a tour before he begins work, and the Phone Guy is one proud to oblige his boss. "Hey! I'm here to help you take care of things! I have no problem mentoring the new guy!", Scott said happily. Quite honestly as well. He found there is a much better survival span when he talks to a new security guard in person instead of through recordings. "Yeah, if you say soooo, ummm.", the boss replied, voice dipped in a pool of distrust. "Oh and….", Boss continued. "Yes?~", Phone Guy's sound poured from his lips in question. "Don't instruct him about the mask, the music box, or about the strange occurrences these animatronics have until he's in that office working his first shift. I know you know.", boss man said, shady, and a little worried. The boss in this particular company knows the locations best, he needs to. "Yes, boss. I have it, no worries. He'll be ensured this is a safe place to work, why wouldn't it be?", Phone Guy asked, tilted his head and smiled. "He he he he… yeah.", his superior chuckled. "Well, that's all I need from you. Thank you once again.", the boss gave his farewell. "Anytime. I shall talk to you soon.", Phone Guy said with ambition piercing his voice. "... yeah.", the boss sighed, relieved, and he hung up. Finishing his tea, Scott went back down to the kitchen to slip his cup into the sink, and he went over to the bathroom.

Running a bath, Phone Guy set aside his glasses and conveyed his work clothes onto the floor. Stepping and easing into the tub, he thought to skip the meal. The Phone Guy let honesty shine that he just wanted to go to bed after his little event with the Purple Guy. The Phone Wielder's eyes were closed, taking in the soothing experience into his account of enjoyment….. then the clock almost moved to eight…

Phone Guy made way out of the bathroom in only his underwear, and shuffled into his bedroom to go to sleep… The clock sounded three o'clock P.M., and he woke up upon dreaming a "terrible" dream where the Purple Guy broke in and crept into his bed to initiate rough sex. Phone Guy sighed when he saw that his once clean pair of underwear was now covered in a sheet of dry cum. "Ohhh, why me?", Phone Guy said when he buried his head in his hands, reached for his glasses, and grabbed some new underwear. To get his mind off of Purple Guy and aid Jeremy with a tour, the Phone Guy put his uniform on. He grabbed his keys and walked out of his house. Scott took in the fresh air, as he got into his car to leave for the pizzeria.

The Phone Guy's arrival at Freddy's was like every other during the day. It was all an amazing atmosphere, like jumping into a fantasy world. There were the new, pristine animatronics, happy kids, brats screaming for more cupcakes that Chica was passing out, and the workers that he mentored and helps with taking good care of the company. All of his kohais made sure to come up to him and greet him, the Phone Guy is a much loved worker in this place. He helps Boss, and helps people working in the pizzeria when they have any problems, making certain that the face of the company is appealing to everyone.

Having missed breakfast before bed, Phone Guy was really hungry, so he grabbed a slice of pizza and made his way to a table, waiting for Jeremy to arrive as well as watching the supposedly innocent animatronics perform songs, and avoiding the look of the more mischievous children taking apart Toy Foxy. The boss' description of Jeremy was of a kid that had just gotten out of college and has absolutely no support and financial security whatsoever, but that he is eligible for this kind of job. Phone Guy could tell it was him when a young adult walked in and stared in awe at the marvel dream put to life. He went over to this older boy and asked, "Uhh-by chance, is your name Jeremy?" "Ah!", the skeptical one yelped in surprise. "Aaah, yes. Yes, that's me, sorry. A-are you my mentor?", Jeremy asked after coming down from shock. Scott felt very bad for this kid, knowing that he won't last a single night on the job, such is the fate of many other security guards. "Yeah, I'm here to help you! Today, I'm just showing you around the place and I'm going to teach you how cameras and lights work.", the Phone Guy drowned his worries and cheerily spilled onto him. "Myeah, that, that sounds good. Uhhh.", Jeremy said, an embarrassed look had crossed his face when his stomach grumbled, and he looked at the Phone Guy. "Yeah. It's okay if you'd like to eat first, ha ha ha!", the Phone Guy smiled. A rude and nosy lady working her shift was eavesdropping on the two, and went over to Jeremy, pointed her finger to the mounds of pizza and gave him a seductive wink which, would have creeped him out had he not been so happy to see all of that food slabbed onto this cheap, plastic table lain out before everyone that payed to watch the band, with money or with stress.

The Phone Guy watched in disbelief as Jeremy picked up five slices of pizza. They both sat down, and as Jeremy downed his first two slices of pizza in breakneck speed, he came to a stop and looked at Chica. Jeremy saw Chica's eyes laying on him with this dead stare, and it freaked him out a bit so he looked at the Phone Guy and then back at Chica, who gave them a small nod and went on her merry way to give out cupcakes to all of the children. Phone Guy placed his arm on Jeremy's shoulder gently, and Jeremy shuddered a bit and looked at him again. "These animatronics Jeremy, have policework into them. What I'm trying to say, is that these robots, they detect previous criminals from afar. Chica was only scanning you, that's all.", the Phone Guy explained why she gave him such an awkward stare. "Uh?", Jeremy made a questioning squeak. "The problems are resolved now but, there was tragedy in preceding locations that led this newest location to give the animatronics precautionary technology. Best you don't know the details. Just know that the Fazbear Entertainment Company is not responsible for what happened in the past, and that we will take all safety insurances. It is worth keeping this place a safe and whimsical environment for children, Jeremy.", the Phone Guy further explained the company's desire to pay a lot of money for this sort of thing. Jeremy looked over at Freddy and Bonnie on stage whilst gripping onto a slice of pizza, and almost about to cry, "That's a sad story, I don't even need to know. I guess that's why you guys also need night guards.", said he. "Exactly.", Phone Guy answered, lying about the true purpose. He feels bad about lying to this poor sod, but he wants to please his boss in any way possible.

"So, you ready to see where you'll be working next week?", Phone Guy asked a few minutes after Jeremy finished the pile of pizza, patting his stomach like it was his very last meal. "Yeah, I can now.", Jeremy smiled. "Alright, then!", Phone Guy cheered loud and proud. He made sure that when he walked Jeremy to the security office, to keep Jeremy to the right side and occupy him with simple talk, so as to keep Jeremy from seeing the kids take apart Toy Foxy.

When Scott led Jeremy into the security office, Jeremy looked at the entire place top to bottom, he liked it a lot. He sat down in the chair and took in knowledge that Phone Guy gave him about use of the cameras and lights. "Yeah, I can do this!", Jeremy courageously yelled, totally ignorant of the real peril he was getting himself into. "Yeah, he he.", Phone Guy chuckled nervously. He waved Jeremy a goodbye as he walked out of the pizzeria, uniform in hand and happy to finally get a job. Phone Guy decided to stay and converse with his underclassmen. To his surprise, Vincent was nowhere to be seen….. according to his co-workers, he just didn't show up today. He wondered about where the Purple Man could be, but he didn't wish to think about the Purple Guy at all if he doesn't have to.

The time struck eight and the Phone Guy helped out with closing down the pizza place, which, is always a mess at this time of day. Animatronics back in their respectable places, Phone Guy saluted them and said, "See you guys in four hours!" He went over to Foxy in the parts/repairs room and just looked at him, smiling. Phone Guy's father built Foxy not just as a gift for Boss, but also for him when he was just a child.

~Plethora of Years Ago~

"What you working on now?", said tiny Scott. He brought down blueberry and coconut muffins that he had made for his father, a worried look on his face. The Phone Guy's father was always busy when he was a child, but never so much as to stay in the basement for three days. "Son! My my my, I've been waiting for you to ask! I know how much you like Freddy's, and foxes…. my boss provided your old man with a special task! Lookie here, my boy…..", tiny Scott's father yelled enthusiastically, and you can see why the Phone Guy is what he is today. Tiny Scott put down the muffins on a table where his father takes apart and puts together mechanical devices, mostly for animatronics in particular, and went to see what his father had in his hand.

A shocked smile flew in and landed on tiny Scott's face, and his eyes glimmered in bedazzlement as his father handed over to him a mechanical fox head covered in fuzzy crimson fabric. "A-a fox! It's a fox!", tiny Scott yelled, eyes filled with joy. "What is this supposed to be?", tiny Scott asked, flicking open the eyepatch with his finger, and still smiling. "Uh? Gimme that!", Phone Guy's father yelled and grabbed the fox head back, and he said,"It's an eyepatch, son. This young fox is a brave pirate." "Really? Can I help you build Foxy?", tiny Scott asked with so much enthusiasm, and the name of the new mechanical life had escaped his lips without any filter or thought behind it, the name felt natural. "Foxy? FOXY! …. Yes, yes, you can help me build the… Foxy. But when there's dangerous work at any moment in time, don't yell at me when I kick you out for a few hours.", his father replied.

~Present Time~

Phone Guy remembered the very day when the pizzeria finally introduced Foxy. He was so happy to have helped his father build Foxy and take care of him. Lord Cawthon felt true serenity when he went home, having remembered the kickass portions of his childhood. Before 12 o'clock came around, Scott had made himself a really fine plate of Chop Suey, and sat down in the living room to eat and watch some shit about a dramatic life this normal teen has while living with malevolent nymphs in disguise as humans on a beach house.

The night at the pizzeria on a Friday was of course the hardest, but the Phone Guy was glad he was busy just for the sake of getting the work week over with. As the rather hostile visitors came to pass so did the time, and the clock rang six o'clock. After patting Foxy on the head with the extended arm and cleaning off the phone, the usual stuff, Phone Guy made way to his car and went home to enjoy the weekend… He opened the door, and a wave of very strong and sensual candle smell hit his nose. Phone Guy saw the burning candles on his dining table, and knew they didn't belong. He heard the television that was on… Now Phone Guy was scared of intruders, but something was extremely off about this whole spectacle… the hot butterflies swirling around the inside of his stomach was melting him into a wave of volcanic confusion. He walked slowly towards the living room, and there was the Purple Guy…...

To Be Continued…

Note: Okay, so I had originally wanted to put only two parts to this portion of the story, but everything I put on paper was so much that I must make at least third after this. More things will be happening soon, and I can't wait to share! Actually, by the time you read this the moment it's on, I'll probably be working on getting the next chapter up here, so don't worry! Anyway, *hands over cheddar cheese* I hope you have a wonderful day! I'll be right here keeping the flowers from slumping over!