Thank you all for the support! One of my cats was diagnosed with cancer, so I will most likely not be updating for a while, since she will have an operation tomorrow, so here's this chapter early. Also, this is a tad bit different from the game. In the game, on night 1, the animatronics come rushing at you. I will make it so that they don't immediately rush at poor Jeremy, :D Enjoy!

~fnaf~

Jeremy walked down Northern Avenue, trying to find the Pizzeria. He was holding a leaflet with the picture of the restaurant, in hopes of locating it. When he finally found it, he headed inside.

As expected, the place was full of people. Little children were dancing around as a team of animatronics were singing. Jeremy managed to make out a bunny and a chicken. Suddenly, he felt a hand touching his shoulder. He flinched, and turned around.

"My lad, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! You must be Jeremy!" A middle aged man with a big brown mustache greeted him with a smile. Jeremy greeted him back.

"Come to my office, lad! Let us see if you are capable enough of acquiring this job!" The man walked Jeremy to the office, and shut the door. He motioned for Jeremy to sit down on the chair, and he sat down on his own.

"Let me introduce myself! I am Mr. Bradley, owner of this lovely restaurant, and a loving husband and father. Now, why don't you tell me a tad bit about yourself?"

Alright, this is it. Don't screw up, he thought. Besides, how could he screw up? He had already practiced his speech in the mirror a couple hundred times already. Probably.

"Okay, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald. I am 20 years old, a college student, and I could really use the money that this job is offering. It is summer after all, so I hope that I will have enough money collected by the end of the summer-"

"Alright, you're hired!" The man clapped his hands together. Meanwhile, Jeremy was gobsmached right in the face by the surprise.

"R-Really?! Don't you want ot hear anything else? You're just going to give me the job like that?"

"Yes, lad! You seem quite capable of having this job, why should I interview you more?" Mr. Bradley smiled as Jeremy did some short of happy dance.

"Thank you so much, sir!" Jeremy shook Bradley's hand, who laughed.

"Not a problem, son! You will have the night shift, from 12 AM to 6 AM!"

"Yes sir!"

"It's Mr. Bradley."

"Sorry, Mr. Bradley."

Mr. Bradley opened one of the drawers and pulled out a blue uniform.

"Here ya go, lad! This is your uniform, be here at around 11:50 while the employees who have the day shift close up shop."

"Yes si- Mr. Bradley!"

"Alright, what are you waiting for, lad? Go home and get some rest so you can be here fresh. And make sure to bring some coffee too, just in case."

"Alright, thank you Mr. Bradley!" Jeremy walked out of the office, out of the restaurant, and ran to his home.

He called his mom and explained his getting a job, and got some rest, after setting the alarm to go off at 11:30.

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Meanwhile, in an apartment a few blocks away, a certain Mike Schmidt was putting on a brown leather jacket, a green shirt and black trousers. Tonight was the night. He was going to that god forsaken restaurant. The restaurant that still gave him nightmares at night. He still remembered the horror on his face as that damn Bonnie had given him terrors no man should ever experience.

He was going to go help the poor soul that had made the unfortunate mistake of choosing this job.

And as much as he absolutely did not want to ever return in that place, he had to. Because no one else should experience the terror, the absolute terror that he experienced.

No one.

~fnaf~

Oooo, Mike's on a roll! And Jeremy practiced his speech that he didn't end up using for over two hours, omg what a dork am I right

Let me know what you think of this chapter! It helps me bunches!