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ALSO: I completely forgot the music box, so let's just say this is kinda AU where the music box does not need to be tuned until night 3, the same night the old animatronics come out.
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Jeremy walked down the street, finding the location the meeting would take place. The time was nearing 10 PM. When he finally found the place, he sat on a bench and waited. After about 15 minutes, a man walked up to him and sat down next to him.
"Um, are you Mike Schmidt?"
"Depends. Who's asking'?"
"I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald, the night guard at the restaurant with the robots."
"Ah, Jeremy. Nice to meet you. I did not make a proper introduction back at the restaurant, I apologize if I scared you. I do not know what got into my head."
"You mentioned something about working in that restaurant?"
"Ah, yes. That was a long time ago. About 5 years. I too was a broke college student who needed money, so I went there, hoping to get some easy cash. Boy, was I wrong."
"What happened there that made you so afraid of the animatronics? Speaking of them, why the hell do they want to kill me?"
"When I went there, the place was much different. There were only fi- four animatronics," Mike quickly corrected himself.
"Also the place was much smaller. And there were doors I could close, but limited power. Meh, I guess everything has its ups and downs. Anyway, I went to work there, and they hired me immediately. I had practiced my speech for over two hours too, and I didn't even end up using it."
"That happened to me too."
"Anyway, I went to my first night. Immediately after it turned 12 AM, the phone rang. Before I could pick it up, a man spoke. It was a voicemail, he was the previous security guard. He explained to me how the animatronics were in some kind of free roaming mode at night, and think that I am a naked endoskeleton and want to stuff me in a suit-"
"Wait, what?!"
"Yeah, I know. And he told me not to be afraid and blah blah. But I was afraid. I was scared shitless. Nothing much happened the first night, only that the bunny had left the stage and had gotten really close to me. After it turned 6 AM, all the animatronics returned to their places, like they had never moved."
"That's really weird."
"I know. Of course, like any other sane human, I did not want to risk my life for 120$, so I went up to the manager of the place and politely told him to screw off, and that I wanted to quit."
"Did he let you?"
"Here's when the weird thing happened. He told me this exact thing; first he leaned to my ear, and whispered: "Either you stay, or I will stuff you in the suit myself."
"Oh my god.
"After that, I did not dare speak to him again. The nights became worse, more intense. Freddy the bear never left his original spot until night 3, and Foxy until night 2. I had all four of them coming at me, I had times when the power ran out and I was curled into a ball under the desk crying, praying for my life and wishing that Freddy would go away and stop playing that god damn jingle that still haunts me at night or else I would probably die a very painful death-"
"Hey, hey, take it easy." Jeremy got a hold of Mike's shoulder when he saw that he was panicking.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. Thanks."
"So what should I do? You told me that I should have left, that I should have quit and now you tell me that I will not be able to quit because the manager will threaten me."
"My advice: Don't even bother. There have probably been plenty of security guards before you, and it would probably be a mistake if you asked that because he will realize that you know about the robots and… yeah."
"Anyway, did you make it to the end of the week?"
"Yeah. I had some close calls here and there, but other than that I was fine. I was also forced to come work for a sixth night, to get some over time. Which by the way, as a mere 50 cents."
"That's just a dick move."
"I know."
Silence fell between the two for a moment, so Jeremy spoke up.
"So, do you think I stand a chance in there?"
"You want me to be honest?"
"Yes."
"No. No, you will get stuffed by day 3. No, unless you got someone to help you."
"But who would want to work in a demonic restaurant with me, only to get a mere 100$ a week and probably face the possibility of death?"
"I would help you."
Jeremy looked at Mike, a surprised look on his face.
"I thought you were kind of traumatized by that restaurant."
"I still am, but I can't just let you die in there, man. And I know that we have only just met, and that you probably don't trust me at all, but I feel like I need to help you."
"Why?"
Mike turned away for a bit, facing ahead of him, at nothing in particular.
"I feel like I owe it to someone to help you."
"Who?"
"An… old friend."
"Oh." Both went silent once again, looking ahead of themselves.
"So, go home and get some sleep, I will meet you at Freddy's in 1 hour and 30 minutes. Be prepared, have your flashlight, your uniform, and anything else you might need."
"Wait, you don't work there, don't you think someone will realize that I am bringing you with me? There are two people cleaning up and closing the restaurant."
"I will sneak in. Don't expect me outside, I will probably already be in the security room anyway."
"Sneak in? They won't notice you?"
"Did you notice me when I snuck in?"
"Good point. I will see you at Freddy's, Mike."
"See ya." Both men went on their separate ways, both anxious about tonight.
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Yeah you all know who that old friend of Mike was hint hint wink wink