Author's Note: I debated where to start adding Jeremy's story to this adventure, and I figured now was as good a time as any. I still needed to put in some filler chapters to pad out things between events in Afton's diary. So, this is a good way to catch up without having to strain my brain coming up with more of the same stuff I've already been doing with the killer chapters. Enjoy!


November 9, 1987

Jeremy yawned heavily as he sat down in the security office chair. This new night shift thing was going to definitely take some getting used to. But, hopefully, it was only temporary until they could hire more people. This new, larger location plan seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was starting to turn into more of a mess than anyone realized.

To begin with, there had been so much that needed to be moved to the new location. Heavy arcade machines, taking apart and reassembling the ball pit and play area, and everyone dreaded moving those old animatronics. Jeremy was not sure why they needed the old ones anyway. These new, shiny ones seemed to do just the trick. And everyone had complained about how awful the old ones smell. Thankfully, he was not one of the ones who drew the short straw for that job.

But then, there had also been the financial end of it. True, the old building was small and could not host huge parties. However, Fazbear Entertainment was losing money right now. Well, that was what the rumor mill in the break room was. They could not afford to buy a whole brand new building, at least, he did not think so. Thus, all the purchases for all the new equipment, renovations, and animatronics had him wondering what this would do to his paycheck, or how long he would still have one.

Right now, though, it seemed that the company's biggest concern was staffing. Until they could find people to fill all these new positions, he was stuck on night guard duty, and he wished he could have taken a hard pass on that.

Setting his mug of lukewarm coffee on the desk, he pressed the button on the phone's answering machine. Fritz had told him that he would leave instructions for him that way.

"Uh hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Jeremy chuckled to himself. They already had Fritz stuck on autopilot, reading some mundane script for this. He wondered how his boss really felt about having to sound cheerful in a place like this. And boy, were they hopeful back then that they would have had people hired when they first opened back in May.

It seemed that Fritz was laying it on a little thick about the issues surrounding the old location. Of course, he, like so many other employees, was aware of the incident back in '78. Those spring-lock suits were never safe. He had been apprehensive about them from the get-go. Then when it happened, people could hardly believe it, though he did not feel as surprised. The suit had so many wires and metal bits in them, it was a wonder that accident did not happen sooner.

And then, rumors started flying around about the same mechanical failures in other locations. That was definitely not a good time to be working at Freddy Fazbear's. Still, he had always thought they had moved beyond that. It was nine years ago. Most everyone should have forgotten it, at least among customers. Still, maybe those rumors still lingered. He agreed with Fritz, though, they had definitely let that old building fall to pieces.

"But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away."

Fritz was referring to the newer animatronics, and this caught his attention. He had heard they were extremely advanced, but he had never heard the extent of it. Jeremy wondered if this was even legal? Could a pizza place really use robots to keep track of who was coming into the restaurant?

Then again, who knew anymore with the things that came out of that Afton Robotics place. After all, they were the idiots who made those faulty spring-lock suits. He was honestly surprised they had kept using this company to make animatronics for them after that. Not that he ever really liked them anyway. They always looked so creepy, too happy, he thought.

The rumor was that the man behind the robots, William Afton, had long since given up running his business. It was supposedly in the hands of a brother right now, who knew nothing about robots. Stories circulated about how William had driven himself insane with his creations and murdered his whole family, and that now, he could not run the company while he rotted in jail. Other stories were tamer. He had worked himself to the bone until his wife and kids left him. Now, he was just a lonely drunk who could not keep it together. No one knew the truth, of course, but someone had to still be building the animatronics, and Afton seemed like the most logical candidate to make something this advanced.

"Uh, he mainly expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night and even attempted to get in his office," Fritz's voice continued over his own thoughts.

He was explaining the reason why Hector had practically begged to be put on dayshift. Could not even last a week, he remembered. Of course, they did not think they needed night guards when they opened earlier that summer. That changed when some hoodlums from the neighborhood tried to break in

But Jeremy was more concerned about the issue of animatronics moving around during the night. He already thought they were creepy enough during the day. Now they were moving at night with him here all by himself?

If there was one thing to be said about Fritz, it was that he could practically calm a storm with his voice. He continued reading from his script as if this was the ordinary procedure. And in a strange way, that did make him feel a little less anxious.

"So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect...one of them," Fritz coughed, sounding just a little like he was unsure of his own answer to the problem.

Jeremy did just that. The music box was about halfway through playing, and he wound it up again. The only thing he could think of being at the Prize Counter was that ugly puppet. But, it was not an actual animatronic, not like the others. If he remembered right, it was just a floppy, lifeless doll that they rigged up with some sort of electronic string mechanism. Then again, that too came from Afton Robotics. Something was clearly not right about that place.

The instructions for how to deal with the rest of them seemed silly. He picked up the empty Freddy head that had been sitting under the desk. He thought someone had just left it there by accident. This was his only defense against robots trying to get in his office?

"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close."

How convenient, Jeremy thought. No way to block these things out. What if he ever did get into real trouble? He did not want to think about that.

At the mention of having a flashlight, he instinctively grabbed it off the table, flashing it down the hall. He had a scream ready, expecting to see one of those animatronics walking down the hall. But no one was there. Get it together, Jeremy, he thought to was better than Hector. He was not going to panic and be a wuss about it.

Fritz finished the message and hung up. It was a lot to take in, more than he had expected for a crappy night shift. He took a breath to steady himself. Okay, nothing was going to happen, he told himself. These things will move around, and as long as he stayed calm and played by these rules, everything would be fine.

He decided to finally take a look at the rest of the camera feeds. It was a bit spooky, seeing everything quiet and shut down for the night. The dining rooms especially felt strange without any kids there. But as he looked around everything, and everyone seemed to still be in their place.

Jeremy was not sure what felt worse: seeing the animatronics actually moving, or knowing they could move while watching them stand still. Right now, just seeing them stock still, anticipating that moment when they would come to life was already making his heart beat faster.

For the first few hours, it was quiet, boring almost. After the first initial scare to his system from Fritz's words, the tension seemed to deflate from there. He occasionally looked at the camera feeds, growing used to seeing the same thing over and over. He would go back every few minutes to the Prize Counter feed, using the remote to wind up the music box. He was a tad curious to know what would happen if he left it to run out. But given the rather serious tone Fritz had, he had a good feeling he did not want to really find out.

By three-thirty, things started to change. He flipped to the main stage camera to find that Bonnie was not in his place. He could feel that tension building in his muscles again, but he had to stay calm. He flashed his light down the hall. Nothing there, that was a good sign. He looked through the other camera feeds. He was not seeing anything that immediately stood out. Then again, the building was so dark. One of the dining room cameras did grab his attention. Something shiny was showing as if something were being reflected.

He flipped the switch from his desk to turn on the light in that area and nearly fell out of his seat when it revealed Bonnie with his face right up in the camera lens, staring back at him with those glassy, cartoony eyes. It was a look that made his stomach drop a little. He knew it was impossible, but it was almost like Bonnie was staring at him, knowing he was on the other end of the camera looking back at him. He saw the pupils of those eyes move back and forth just a hair, an electronic hum accompanying the noise. It was like Bonnie was trying to get a read on him: scanning him.

Jeremy flipped off the camera feeds, not wanting to look at him anymore. It did not sit right with him. He bit his lip, thinking. How much were these things capable of? Could they actually think for themselves? That seemed impossible, but it was Afton Robotics that had prided itself on making the impossible possible. They had, after all, created the first free-walking animatronics. Who knew what these could do?

Jeremey really did not want to think about the implications of that. It would mean...well, it would mean he was in real trouble if he did not play this just right.

For now, he kept an eye on this startling development. Occasionally he would check back on Bonnie to still find him staring back. Jeremy would never look at him for too long, not liking what that stare could mean.

This was most certainly not what he signed up for. Now he was starting to understand why Hector could not hack it. A part of him wanted to give up too. But he could not really do that. Jobs in this town were scarce, and he had already put in so many years in this job already. Not like he had much to account for it. He was still the same low-level grunt he had been when he started. Still, that was money he could not walk away from.

He looked to the camera again, only to find the room empty. Bonnie had moved yet again. "Oh, come on," he grumbled. He flipped through feeds again, hoping that Bonnie had just wandered back to his spot. It was almost the end of the night anyway.

That was when he heard the metallic thump from nearby. It could not be, he thought. At first, he had thought it strange that there were security cameras in the vents. He knew people could be desperate to break into places, but why put the cameras in the vents rather than just outside the entrances to them?

He got the answer to his question, and it was a terrifying one. Turning on the light on the camera, he could see Bonnie paused, mid crawl in the vents, staring at him. "Are you serious?" he shouted, though it came out as more of a squeak.

They were actually trying to get in the office. He was not so sure he bought into the idea that they were just looking for the "party." He had been quiet this whole time, at least until now.

He cautiously got up and walked over to the right vent in his office. At least, that was where the cameras said Bonnie was. He turned his flashlight on, seeing nothing down the chute. He was not quite at the office yet. He had to get it together. He had just a few minutes to go, and he could leave for the day.

Jeremy sighed, sat down, and wound the music box again, wondering how much trouble that was going to cause down the road.

After several minutes of anxious waiting, he heard the thumps in the vent again, this time getting farther away. Seconds later, the clock struck six, indicating the end of his shift. He let out the breath he did not know he was holding. If this was going to be his new nightly routine, he was going to have to start building nerves of steel. Jeremy was not about to let himself be defeated that easily.