Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Saturday November 14th, 1987

The night before, Anthony had called in, notifying Jeremy that he wasn't even supposed to be working last night. Regardless, he was asked to help with the birthday party today; the last one before the restaurant closed for investigations. For what, he couldn't be certain. Considering the party was for his friend's four-year old daughter, Taryn, he would do everything in his power to ensure it ran smoothly and looked good on the company.

Jeremy came in that afternoon, exhausted from the night before yet attempting to appear energetic for the kids. As requested, he came in his security uniform and arrived at Party Room 2. The kids were already cheering, laughing loudly, and making a mess. Had he not known better, he would have sworn the party room had been hit by a tornado rather than a group of children. He expected it and didn't let it bother him, especially since he wouldn't be the one responsible for cleaning up afterward.

Panic arose in him as he saw the new Bonnie animatronic crouched low, talking to the children. Freddy was nearby, passing out cake slices while Chica joked with some of the other were so different during the day; almost impossible to imagine they could be dangerous. Potential death trap or not, his job remained unchanged: stay by the animatronics to ensure they wouldn't hurt anyone.

To provide the most effective supervision possible, Jeremy toggled between the three wandering entertainers, keeping close tabs on them as he did with the security cameras at night. At one point, Freddy narrowed his eyes at him, seemingly staring into his soul, but Jeremy didn't shrink back this time. He let him know with a glare that he was the one in charge. As the security guard, it was his job to keep the guests safe, and if any of them so much as dared to simply lay a finger on one of the kids too roughly, he'd have them shut down permanently. Although the animatronics were only behaving oddly around adults, prevention was of utmost importance.

"Mama," the birthday girl, Taryn, chirped, gently tugging on her mother's sleeve. "Can we go to Kid's Cove? Pleeeease~?"

Her mother sighed in response and asked, in a surprisingly calm tone for the hectic nature of the party, "Why would you want to go see that broken down thing when you can stay here with the Fazbear band?"

"But Mama~!" the girl whined. "I want to see Foxy!"

Jeremy came over and approached the mother. "I hate to interrupt-"

"No, it's not a problem, uh," she read his name badge, taking a moment before piecing it together. "... wait, Jeremy? What are you doing here? I hardly recognized you in that stuffy uniform!" She smiled at him with that charming smile he loved so much. "I thought you didn't work on Saturdays."

"I usually work nights, actually, but they called me in to help with the party. Uh... how are things?"

"Oh, just wonderful! Taryn is having a blast, and I'm sure her friends are too!"

He looked over his shoulder and saw one of the other girls high-fiving Chica. "Uh, yeah…"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head quickly. "No, not at all. I was just thinking of something, that's all." He smiled at her, hoping she'd believe him. "There's nothing to worry about, Adeline." He gazed into her warm brown eyes. For a brief moment, Jeremy almost felt a sense of calm amongst the chaos.

They had been friends for a while outside of work. He didn't get to see her as often as he would have liked to, but bumping into her at the pizzeria was always welcomed. Adeline had become a regular at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, mainly because her daughter loved coming. She was a single mom, around his age too.

He mentally slapped himself. Jeremy reminded himself that he had an important job to do. He couldn't let himself be distracted by a gorgeous woman that would never be interested in him. Or so he thought. He'd never said anything to her about it, and now was definitely not the right time.

She frowned a little.. "If you say so. Well, if it's not too much trouble, could you open up Kid's Cove? Taryn really wants to see Foxy."

"You mean the Mang-, uh, right, Foxy! Could I open the Cove? Or do you mean will I open the Cove?" he teased with a smirk.

Adeline rolled her eyes. "Okay, will you open Kid's Cove? Please?"

With a laugh, he added, "I'm sure we can arrange for that."

Adeline giggled and replied, "Thank you, Jeremy." Her beautiful smile danced across her lips again, causing Jeremy to second-guess himself. "The staff here are always so kind and helpful," she continued. "It's a shame the restaurant will be closed for a while. Do you know why?"

"I'm afraid not..." he replied hesitantly. "I don't know what's going on."

"I hope it's nothing serious..."

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing, really!" He was telling a bold-faced lie, fully knowing criminal investigations were soon to be underway, and he felt awful for it. Yet, the reputation of the company relied on customers feeling safe and having fun, which was of greater importance.

She nodded in agreement.

Jeremy pulled out his key ring. "Right this way, please," he said with a wink, making Adeline grin. He fought hard to not let his mind drift off again.

He lead the party to Kid's Cove, his hand shaking slightly as he unlocked the door. If he had any input in the matter, no one would have been going anywhere near the room; not with a broken wreckage like the Mangle behind its doors. But, he had to make sure Taryn's birthday was the best it could be. He was doing it for her sake.

"Foxy!" Taryn cheered as she ran into the room. Her friends at the party sped in right after her.

Much to Jeremy's horror, the Mangle sputtered to life. With her glitchy voice box, she said, "H-H-H-Hey ki-i-i-i-ids! W-W-Welcome to Kid's Co-o-o-o-o-ove!" If he could have, he would've smashed her apart right then and there. It would have been better for everyone, even the Mangle herself. She was horrifying and miserable at best. She was twitching, too, and it looked anything but pleasant. It wasn't even fit to be a 'take apart and put back together' attraction.

"W-W-Who wants to h-h-h-h-hear some s-o-o-o-o-o-ongs?"

At this, many of the party guests cheered, Taryn being one of the loudest ones. The Mangle then attempted to sing; she didn't do well. Her severely damaged voice box and her dismantled body hindered her performance greatly. It was subpar at best. Near the end, one of Taryn's friends came closer to the sorry excuse for an animatronic. Jeremy tensed, staying with her to fill the gap between the grotesque pile of robotics and the sweet little girl who clearly didn't understand just how dangerous the monstrosity was.

Despite his efforts, they weren't enough. She kept moving toward her. The Mangle twitched in response, so Jeremy followed. He was, after all, supposed to keep close to the robot, no matter how nerve-wracking the experience would be. When he and the girl were within arms reach of the animatronic, the Mangle snapped her attention away from the child before her and stared right at Jeremy, as Freddy and the others had been doing earlier. Her yellow eye and the glowing dot in the middle of the black hole beside it reflected her evil intentions. After all the abuse she had been subject to, her facial scanners had to have been broken.

His worst fears were coming true; the little girl was reaching out to touch the Mangle. From his time as the night guard, he knew the animatronics were not to be taken lightly. Especially the Mangle. He donned the spare Freddy head at night for a reason.

He instinctively pushed the little girl back.

At that moment, world seemed to move in slow motion. Jeremy looked up just as the Mangle's sharp row of teeth came at his head. His eyes widened in fear and he felt his heart try to leap into his throat. He was in trouble now.

Before Jeremy could make any real attempt to avoid his impending doom, the Mangle made her move. The animatronic's teeth pierced Jeremy's skull and clamped down hard. Blood immediately began to pour from the man's head as he screamed, only to quickly lose consciousness from a combination of the injury and shock that came with it.

The children stared for a moment. The one Jeremy saved had blood from the attack splattered across her sun dress. Once the initial shock of the trauma had worn off, all of them bolted from the room, shrieking in fear. Naturally, the little girl closest to the scene ran first. The Mangle opened her mouth, letting the security guard tumble to the floor to fade away in a puddle of his own blood.

Adeline remained in her spot half way across the room, staring in disbelief and terror at the sight before her. Her hands came to cover her mouth and her eyes filled with tears. She came to her senses and fled the room, going straight to the manager to tell him what had happened so emergency services could be called. By some miracle, maybe Jeremy would manage to survive.

The ambulances came soon after the call was placed. Paramedics rushed to the scene, taking care to transport and treat the dying man to the best of their abilities. Mr. Fazbear did his very best to ensure that his customers evacuated the building quickly and calmly. The latter was more difficult to execute.

After the first 'incident', Fazbear Entertainment was in trouble once more. He vowed to get rid of the Mangle to ensure there wouldn't be a repeat incident. Disposing of the entire new line-up would be ideal, considering their safety functionality had all but backfired. The old ones may have been ugly by comparison, yet the simpler technology allowed them to do their job with less risk of trouble. All Mr. Fazbear could do was pray to God that Jeremy would make it.

Adeline brought Taryn to visit Jeremy at the hospital the next day. She had to know if her friend was holding on after the accident. The nurse lead her into the room, where she saw him, his eyes shut as if he were only sleeping. His curly brown hair was peeking out from behind the bandages that now covered his entire forehead where the animatronic had bitten him. His olive-toned skin was significantly paler than usual, although that was to be expected after what he had been through.

"Mom, is he okay?" Taryn asked.

She didn't have an answer for her. He was hooked up to so many machines, with several monitors and tubes clearly keeping the man alive. With the injury he had suffered, Adeline didn't want to believe the equipment was the only reason he was alive. She wanted to believe he would be fine on his own, no matter how long it took.

"I... I don't know, sweetheart." Adeline came towards the bed and gently took Jeremy's hand in hers and gave it a light squeeze.

Tears came to her eyes once more as she looked at his face. The nurse told her he was in a coma without any indication of waking up from it. The birthday party could have been the last time she would see Jeremy Fitzgerald alive, and she desperately hoped it wasn't.