Wow, that was one heck of an animatronic. Jeremy thought, as the train stopped to his station. His class started at 8:00 am, meaning Jeremy only had an hour of sleep. There were dark circles around beneath his eyes, showing that he hadn't slept in a while. Heh. Two months of robotic animals trying to kill me, and not getting enough sleep. How wonderful.

"Yo, Jeremy!"

Jeremy turned around, and saw his friend, Fritz Smith, a student who aced at computers. Fritz went up to him, a grin on his face. "So, I managed to um.. view, some of Mr. Gerard's profile on the school records, and.." As he kept rambling, Jeremy sighed. Fritz was a terrible liar, and he didn't view their teacher's profile, as far as he was concerned. He hacked the school records. Again. For the sixth time this year, without getting caught by the principal! Mr. Gerard was aware of Fritz' talent, but hasn't told the principal yet, for some reason unknown.

"Well at least your night's been a blast." Jeremy mumbled. "I've got ten problems to deal with, and they're all at that creepy pizzeria!" He groaned, slapping his own forehead. After meeting the very grumpy puppet called Marion, he was a bit afraid of what the lanky doll might do to him. He was physically strong, demonstrated as he managed to push two animatronics who were bigger than him outside the office and back to their respective rooms, he was "in charge", as all animatronics listened to him, and he was serious with keeping the pizzeria adult-free.

"Hey, hey. Chill, bro. If ya can't handle it, just quit. That simple!" Fritz said, waving his hand. "Geez, you really made a poor career choice, working in a place that has bad rumors around it. Have you heard? After their first location, Fredbear's diner was shut down, they started another one, the first Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The animatronics are Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and two special characters named Golden Freddy and The Puppet." Fritz explained. "There was this psycho guy who killed kids, and he disguised himself as Golden Freddy! He lured five children to the storage room, and the children's bodies were never found."

Jeremy shuddered. He heard about that from another night guard, named Mike Schmidt. According to Mike, a week after that incident, the animatronics had started smelling as if they were plucked out from a junk shop and had been bathed with filthy animals. He still wondered, why was Fredbear's Diner shut down? More importantly, who is Golden Freddy and who is "The Puppet"? What made them different from the rest?

"I'll look it up for you tonight, Jer." Fritz smirked. "It's 'cause we're best bros!" He said, as he smacked Jeremy really hard on the back. The brown haired boy yelped from pain, and made a glare at Fritz. "Let's go, we're late for class!"

...

As soon as class was over, and it was lunch time, Jeremy headed for the cafeteria. He fell asleep on class a couple of times, and receiving an earful from his teachers didn't really make Jeremy feel better. He sighed. That stupid puppet from last night crept him out too much!

He then stopped walking and thought about the serious animatronic from last night. What if he was the puppet from the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria? No, impossible.. According to the janitor, the "creature that dwells within the prize corner" was obtained when the Toy Animatronics, plus Balloon Boy, arrived. Turning around, he saw Fritz, being bullied again.

He sighed, dropping his bag to the corner, and marching up to the delinquents again. He knew them for years now, and the kid was named Wilbur Lidar. A bully during his elementary days, and during high-school, he was well-known for his constant harassing of students. "Wilbur, for the last time, stop bugging Fritz!" Jeremy scolded, still pretending to be the tough student he wasn't.

Wilbur scoffed, and his lackeys started chuckling from behind. "How was your night, Fitzgerald? Was it nice to work at a place filled with ghosts? Heh, I can't believe you're so desperate for a job, that you'd actually work there! It's filled with filth, just like you!" He laughed, then proceeded to leave Fritz, who had puffy cheeks. He stuck out his tongue as their backs were turned, and huffed.

"Don't let 'im bug you, Jer. Those are just rumors!" Fritz huffed, dusting the dirt of his shirt, and standing up with the aid of his best friend. "Besides, he's just jealous that you can survive five nights at that pizzeria, while he can't even last five minutes!" Fritz said, grabbing his bag. Jeremy picked up his own, and the two friends started walking towards the canteen again.. only to be stopped by Mr. Gerard.

Fritz froze, and gulped, wondering if he was in trouble for looking at Mr. Gerard's personal information. Their homeroom teacher was holding his cellphone on one hand, and the other was on his pocket. The older male wrinkled his nose, before approaching Jeremy with a clearly disappointed look. "Fitzgerald, I am upset that you fell asleep three times in class today. Why not work somewhere else? A job that won't take away your resting time? Plus, your job doesn't even pay you much." He pointed out. He removed his one hand from his pocket, only to put the other hand, the one that was holding a cellphone, in his pocket instead.

Jeremy scratched his head. "Uh, I don't have any good skills, besides managing to baby-sit kids, animals, and apparently, robots." Jeremy shrugged. "I can save enough money to pay for my rent, Mr. Gerard. And, uh.. it's not that hard." He was lying, which wasn't a thing he did much. But hiding from the robots was becoming easier and easier with each passing night. Although, he had no idea how to prevent Marion, other than winding the music box. Marion seemed aggressive and physically strong.

"If you say so.." The teacher uttered, still worried. "If you think you'll be able to handle it, then I won't stop you. As for you.." Mr. Gerard approached Fritz, who had looked a bit nervous and pale. "Smith, if you dare spread anything you found out about me, I will inform your parents of your shenanigans and I will make sure they ground you, and confiscate your gadgets." He said, a smile on his face. Fritz turned paler, and uttered a Help Me to Jeremy, who smirked, and left his friend at the mercy of the scary teacher.

...

It had been a few hours after school had ended, and after Jeremy's afternoon nap, he headed towards the pizzeria, carrying three flashlights to make sure the animatronics stay as far as they can. Hm, it would be a good idea to talk to that.. thing again, but he told me to stay out. Plus, he seemed to dislike it whenever the music box stops playing. Jeremy thought, as he opened the door to the creepy building. Hm. It's 11:55. Better get to the office, before that.. thing catches up to me.

He noticed the door to the prize corner was slightly opened. Jeremy decided to peek in, and looked around. There were stuffed toys everywhere, and in the middle of the room was a giant gift box. He opened the lid, and nearly jumped out of his skin once Marion popped out of it, mildly annoyed. It's eyes were pitch black, unlike last night.

"What?! Lifting the lid off my box isn't something you should just do!" He growled, before realizing it was juts Jeremy. His eyes suddenly lightened up, showing his white pupils. "Oh. You. Didn't you get my warning last night? I said get out." He said, tugging on the lid of the box, which was being held tightly by Jeremy. "You don't need to stay here to watch them. I can do it myself. And get your hands off the lid of my box."

He knelt down in front of Marion's box, sighing. "Look. I get paid to do this job, and there is no way in hell I am quitting. I need this job to get money, and I need money to buy food, pay my rents, pay my bills.. you know, stuff that adults should be doing. But no, my father's hands are already full with paying for my tuition, my mom and dad are divorced, and I have no siblings I can rely on. So, I'm gonna stay here, as long as I need to, whether you like it or not."

Marion growled. "You know, I can order my animatronics to stuff you in a suit. Heh, as far as I'm concerned, they know you're human, but I already made it a rule to this place that.." The pupils on his eyes disappeared. "No adults allowed." He hissed. "Besides your stupid boss. The janitors are teenagers, so I don't care." He said, waving his hand around. "Your shift will start soon, hm? I'll make it a very hard night for you, Mr. Fitzgerald."

Jeremy twitched. Marion hated him a lot, and this was his proof. "Argh.. For a puppet, you sure are a mean one.."

In an instance, Marion pounced on Jeremy, his pupils appearing once again. His hands were on Jeremy's neck, as if he wanted to choke him. His expression also changed from calm and smug, to angry and pissed off. "Do not call me 'puppet'! I have a name, and it's 'Marionette'! I do not appreciate anyone, especially adults, calling me a puppet!" He said, as he got himself off Jeremy, and crawled back in his box. Jeremy immediately stood up, and placed the lid back.

"I guess it's better to keep his music box wound up all night. After all.. he seems to be the leader of the animatronics."

So, I added Fritz here. Wilbur and Mr. Gerard will be more than just minor characters in future chapters, and might affect everyone in the pizzeria. Headcanon for Jeremy is that he's a bit stubborn, careless, but has a good heart and acts brave when he sees his best friend get bullied.