AAANNNDDD I'm back! Just a reminder that this story is being told in the POV of Jeremy and this is NOT the regular JEREMIKE you guys are probably used to. Other than that thanks for all the reads! ((I've decided that this story is a 'test run'))

CHAPTER 1

Listen to: "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana

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Chapter 1

1993

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I haven't been here in a while...

Not since the second restaurant closed...Well, technically third, but second by Fazbear Entertainment standards, but still, it's a tragic story. And after what I saw lying in the back room of the first establishment, I vowed to never set foot into this place again!

That was until I turned 16.

It was 1987 and I needed a job. When Fred, my step dad for those of you who didn't catch onto that, had mentioned about a position as night watch suddenly becoming available, I reluctantly agreed.

You can guess where that got me.

I stayed in that stupid office for six nights while those, those, flipping terrifying animatronics hunted me down and tried to add me to their collection of god knows how many suits they had in the back!

On more than one occasion, I was taunted by that brain dead fuckboy, BB. Then there was that beakless chicken bitch, and the sliding bunny, not to mention the faceless one! And the mangle, and, the music box...oh, the music box. I hated that the most...

But, for some incomprehensible reason, I stayed.

Maybe it was just for the money. Maybe it was to please my step father. Or maybe, it was because I actually felt some kind of remorse for those animatronics.

I honestly believe that none of this is their fault.

"Jeremy, I have great news, kid!"

Fred's voice cut through my thoughts. As he approached me, I straightened my cap and smiled. "Hey, Fred, what's the oh so 'great news'?" I chuckled.

"Well, there's good new and then there's bad news. The bad news is that our night watchman had to, uh, be replaced-"

"What for?" I asked curiously.

Fred only coughed almost nervously before grinning to the best of his ability. Weird. "Oh, no reason important. He was just a slacker."

I set my lips into a straight line. "Then who's going to take the role as the night watch?"

"That's the good news!"

When his face brightened, I noticed any wavering thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. He seemed back to normal. For now, at least. "Oh? How so?" I crossed my arms.

I was the daytime guard. This meant that I taught new recruits how to do their job and all that jazz.

Only thing is, I've only been back to work since, well, today!

Fred grinned his toothiest grin as he gestured towards the front door of the building. "Meet your new co-worker~"

"Geez, what is this, a game show?" I mumbled.

"MIKE SCHMIDT!"

My body froze.

"No." I thought aloud. It couldn't be. Anyone but him.

As if on cue, the supposed employee was speeding well over the limit down the road.

The sound of 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' blared a bit too loud as the vehicle grew closer to the restaurant. A dark red truck suddenly whipped into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt.

With my hands glued to my sides, I waited for the twenty year old. It took every single ounce of my will power not to bolt out the back before he could see me. But no, being the obedient dog I was, I stayed put.

The bell to the front door rang harshly. "Come on, please don't freak out..." I repeated to myself.

"Jeremy? HEY!"

"To late."

"Oh wow! Who in the world would've thought that one day we'd be co-workers, huh? Oh god this is so amazing!" His grip was vice. But his voice was still shrill and unnerving. I groaned aloud. "Look, Mike, I'm just as thrilled as you are-"

"Really?"

Apparently no one's taught him sarcasm. "Sure. But you can, uh, you know, let me go now." I wiggled a little.

Mike laughed and released me. "Sorry, dude."

He slowly let his hands drop to his side. As I looked Mike over from head to toe, I noticed that most of his 'baby fat' had grown into muscle. Oh. I circled him a few times before coming to a stop in front of him.

"So, why'd you take this god forsaken job?"

Mike's smile hadn't faltered. "Because, I needed a job and I figured, might as well go somewhere familiar!" He said with a shrug.

"This job," I began while brushing past him. "Isn't just an 'in and out' kind of thing. You get no breaks. Not even to use the bathroom. You have to stay in the office from 12 o'clock midnight to 6 o'clock in the morning. Your dealing with Five of these things-"

"Five?"

"Don't interrupt. As I was saying, yes, five." I nodded towards the two show stages. "Bonnie Bunny, Freddy Fazbear, and Chica Chicken are the ones the main stage. And, uh, Foxy the Fox is the one behind the purple curtain. He's out of order. Don't ask why because I think nobody knows besides my father and he hasn't even been given the full truth as to why Foxy had to be put under lockdown."

Mike simply nodded.

"They also move around...a lot. Mostly at night."

"Ahhhh...wait, what?"

"They're also aggressive. They shouldn't be very aggressive, but, if they are, don't worry. They'll calm down over time. You know what? Scratch that. They'll be fine."

I was rushing around the restaurant as my OCD began to kick in. Seeing the place in minor disarray got me flustered.

"Erm, Jere? You okay?"

Did he just call me 'Jere'? "Don't call me Jere." I said quickly.

Mike put his hands up defensively with a chuckle.

God he's so weird.

"Any who," I tried to regain my thoughts. "Just...be careful." Not that I cared. "You know, just listen to the recorded messages. They're not the best things in the world, but some pointers and tips are good for the mind every once in a while."

"Why?"

"...Why what?"

"Why aren't they the best things in the world? The phone calls, I mean."

My back was turned to Mike. Good thing too. My eyes retracted as violent flashbacks replayed viciously in my head...

~FLASHBACK~

"Uh, w-what on earth are you still doing there? Didn't you get the memo? The place is closed down...at least for a while."

"W-what?"

*CRASH* *THUMP, THUMP, THUMP,*

"O-oh, NO!"

"Hi~!"

"BB...no, please."

Only moments later, I was being lunged at by the animatronic Fox...Only to be saved by the bell...

~END FLASHBACK~

"Look, Mike. Sometimes..." I sighed and spun around. I walked slowly towards Mike. "Sometimes, I, look, those phone calls could either make or break you. That man that you hear when you first step in that office can either be your best friend...or your worst enemy." I emphasized the last two words.

All I hoped was that the dimwit would heed my warnings.

Look, I don't hate the kid...he's just...really, really, really annoying. Not like it's his fault. He didn't have any friends and-wait. Why am I defending him?! I don't even know what I'm doing anymore...

I slapped a folder filled with little tips and other add ons into his chest, which was strangely firm, and smiled to the best of my ability. "Don't die."

It was ten thirty at night and the newbie still had two hours until his shift started.

"Wait! Aren't you gonna stay? You know, show me the ropes?"

I huffed a laugh. "Right. Well. Everything you need to know is in this folder," I patted the folder for good measure. "and listen diligently to the phone calls."

"That's it?"

I breathed in deeply. "Yup! That's it."

"Alright, cool!"

So gullible. So naive. So hot.

...You didn't hear that. I didn't just say that. Did I? Say what even...never mind!

"Well, bye!"

"Bye Jeremy." Mike began to skim through the folder. I said my goodbyes to Fred before I left. But, before I was even a foot out of the door, Mike rushed over to me. "Can I call you if I need any help?"

No! "Yeah, whatever."

Mike smiled. "Thanks, dude."

As I left the building, I could only imagine what hell he was gonna go through during this shift. In a sense, I almost felt bad for the guy...almost.

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Sorry for grammar errors. You know, this is a test run...LOVE YOU ALLXX :D