Today was suppose to be Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria's big comeback. If this birthday party went well, they could gain back some of their reputation. The old day guard, who had been arrested in connection to the disappearance of 5 children, was replaced with the night guard, 19 year old Jeremiah Fitzgerald. He had survived the nights, watching the animatronics, keeping them at bay. He thought he had nothing left to worry about, now that he was on day shift.
The children were singing Happy Birthday to the birthday girl, Jeremy making rounds to check on the animatronics as ordered. Then he took his lunch break, in the employees only room. He unfolded a newspaper. He began to flip through it, reading the articles. He stopped on one article, though. He turned to the animatronics, smiling.
"Look, guys. This article is about the pizzeria." Jeremy said, pointing to the paper. "You know about the arrest they made, right? The old day guard, supposedly killed some kids?" The animatronics began to twitch, though Jeremy didn't notice. "Well, they couldn't find the bodies, so they couldn't prosecute him. He went free. Looks like we might be able to stay open after all." That was when he looked up.
There was a screaming coming from the employees room, and all the staff rushed over. The children stayed, but could hear the manager yelling, "Foxy, no!"
"Let him go!" another employee screamed. Back in the room, the staff began to struggle to pry Foxy's jaws out of Jeremy's forehead. He had already gone into shock, and was no longer screaming, just limp within the animatronic's mouth. "Someone call the police!"
That was when Foxy loosened his grip on Jeremy. The employees looked up, and the children were peeking through the door, along with the new animatronics. They didn't say anything, they just stared, wide eyed. But the employees were scared. The children were looking at Jeremy, who's forehead was just about gone. "No, don't look! Please, don't look!"
The ambulance came, and took the still unconscious Jeremy. The news reporters also came, and Freddy's got into the newspaper. It was taken to Jeremy when he was well enough to read. Freddy Fazbear's is Closing. Along with it was the overtime check he had earned. The injuries were still painful for him, and he began to cry from the it looking at the newspaper. Then he was taken into another room for surgery to remake his forehead.
After everything had healed, Jeremy was discharged. He went back to his apartment and looked in the mirror at his scars, the only hint that he was missing part of his brain. He was glad that his parents had been able to pay for his medical, but he was now out of a job. He decided to change his name, as he would always be "the man who had been attacked by an animatronic" by people if he didn't. Though doctors claimed it was a miracle he survived, he could no longer hold a job. And for 27 long years, he struggled.
That was when he read the newspaper, where he first found Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. And he found it once more. He remembered how he had wanted to be a security guard, and had forgotten that the animatronics were still there to hunt him. He went back, and applied for the job.
"Well because of your disability we can't pay you as much as another person." the owner, who had interviewed him, said. "We'll give you a 5 night trial period. You start on Monday..." The owner paused, looking at Jeremy. "Are you sure I haven't met you before?"
"No, I don't think you have." Jeremy answered.
"Okay then." the owner said, pushing the paperwork to Jeremy for him to sign. "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Mr. Michael Schmidt."