Jeremy had thought of not even returning tonight, but he knew he needed the money, and college wouldn’t accept him otherwise. Waiting for the phone to ring, he just sat in his office, ready to deal with the fox and the others again, the question from earlier still rang in his mind…. Who was that shadow guy?
Ring ring!
Ring ring!
Jeremy’s ears perked to the phone as he quickly answered it, with no more time to waste.
“Uhh… hey hey! So, plot twist time, I’m your co worker now! A-anyways… they asked me to help out tonight, I’m in the front office… The last guy hardly made it through day 2… you’re pretty good at this. Anyways, call me Fritz.
Hey, at least they won’t be trying to eat only me now. Jeremy rolled his eyes, but then he thought about the name…. Why did Fritz sound so familiar?
“So… one of the prior guys here said something about… the old ones In the back. From the last place. The ones I grew up with. Also, you can actually respond to me this time, it's not just a voicemail. So, any questions so far, new guy?”
Jeremy realized that was probably where the red Foxy came from. But Jeremy finally spoke to Fritz.
“Okay, okay, first off… Why the hell did no one tell me about the, I don’t know, THE ANIMATRONICS TRYING TO FUCKING MURDER ME!?”
“Well, if they knew what happened to the last guy, Mork Ghidmiff, they wouldn’t want to work here so, we left out the uh… other ones. Also, you are so lucky management isn't here, they punish harshly for swearing around the kiddos.”
“Well, I should- Wait…. What old ones?”
“Oh did you see Foxy? Heh… he was always my favorite.”
“The red one? Yeah.” So his name was Foxy.
“There’s more. 3 more, last I checked. Unless… nevermind.”
Jeremy didn’t even know how to respond. What kind of job was this?
“There's a bunny, not like that cute sky blue one out there. Y’know, femboy, thicc thighs, the works. Yeah, no. Toy Bonnie is small, 7ish feet. No, the one you’ll see tonight is… ehh… round 9ish?”
“I’ll pretend I’m not concerned about that.” Jeremy sighed.
“He only has one arm, so he’s slow through the vents, but fast otherwise. Remember that. There's another one, a chicken. You know the… other chica, right? How about that but 8 and a half feet tall, broken jaw and no hands. Yeah, lovely thing, isn’t she?”
Jeremy went pale, at this point, he would’ve rather had it just been the cutesy toys he’d been fighting the past two nights.
“Get this, there's another one. Freddy, the fastest and smartest of the bunch. He’s smart, so no use trying to distract him. Although he’s missing a hand, that won’t stop him from breaking your toothpick of a neck. Keep him out, let me deal with him.”
“Thanks for saying it like that!” Jeremy yelped.
“I’ll keep the call running, ask me questions when you need to.”
Jeremy certainly wouldn’t be hanging up on his own. He would continue winding the box as he heard Fritz chirp on and on.
“Oh, we’re also planning to add a camera in the parts and service room. They say tomorrow Steve will install it, so you’re in luck.”
“We’re in luck?”
“Depends, I have to make it through this too. That white abomination might cause issues.”
Jeremy would hear clicking in the hall, he turned on the light and once again saw the red fox, staring him down. “I got ye this time, bitch!”
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Thudding echoed from the far end of the hall, and eventually, a towering, one armed purple bunny twitched and shuddered, his pinpricks of red starring Jeremy down.
“You ok in there?”
“There's a huge purple rabbit at the end of the hall, but other than that, I’m fine!”
“Keep it out of the vents.”
“I’m afraid nobody can hear your screams, Jeremy.---”
Jeremy turned and shined the light, it was Old Bonnie, but he was heading near the left Party Room.
“Too slow, Jeremy, too slow.---”
Jeremy looked at the camera Withered Bonnie was heading to (in this case, the party room), and saw a small vent next to it, “Fritz? They're entering the vent, what do I do!?”
“Seal it or something, I don’t GODDAMN KNOW”
Ignoring the sudden aggression (panic?), Jeremy would see a vent camera, and seal it…. As he would suddenly hear something from Fritz’s end that confused him.
“Interesting…. Very interesting.”
Who…?
“Oh piss off you fat prick.”
Jeremy would soon switch back to the Prize Counter and wind the music box.
“You can’t hide from me, Mi-”
Click!
Jeremy stared, confused. Was he calling Fritz…. something else? Did Fritz know something he didn’t?
He then heard another clang come from that room, he looked up as he saw Foxy, he kept flashing at him. The night was basically the same, as he flashed Foxy repeatedly and warded off Bonnie using the vent door.
Clanking echoed through the right vent, accompanied by a garbled radio and heavy, almost human breathing.
Jeremy turned to the vent, and lit the flashlight as he stared at the mangled fox facing him.
“Hey there!” Mangle chirped, their endo head clicking their jaw.
From down the hall, it seemed Foxy recognized that voice… probably from last night, “Ye finally doin’ somethin’ useful?”
“You bet I am!”
“....Good!” Old Foxy didn’t seem to expect that.
“Do I get paid for this??!”
“...What…. No!?”
“Aw, ok”
“... do I get something to eat?”
“U…..Uhm sure, I guess-” Foxy stammered, confused.
Mangle clambered out of the vent, and into the office
Jeremy adorned the mask as she came in. He was just praying she’d leave.
“oh hey Freddy!”
“Yer kidding me.” Foxy looked like he was about to blow up.
“What???” Mangle whined, “That IS freddy!!”
“NO IT’S NOT!!!” Foxy screamed in a fit of rage.
Bonnie clunked into the room, his metal hand grabbing the edge of the vent.
“I do believe that is Freddy..---”
Foxy was about to lose his mind, but he would decide to just leave, Bonnie and Mangle following suit.
Jeremy just watched wondering, What’s wrong with these bots…?
One moment, they were all serious and trying to kill him, the next, they were having arguments like five year olds.
Ring ring..?
Jeremy sighed, and answered the phone.
“So they argue like children? Ironic, seeing as they are… nevermind.”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeremy was on the verge of hanging up himself. Fritz wasn’t helping his case at all.
“What, never heard that old urban legend about the kids in the suits?”
“.....No?” Now Jeremy was interested, but he kept making sure he was paying attention at the same time.
“Well, they say they never did charge the killer. Did you NEVER wonder why the animatronics were linked to the criminal database?”
He hadn’t. He never thought of it as a big deal until now.
“They say the killer is still prowling around, looking for some-”
Something banged on the end of the line before he could finish his sentence.
“HahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAAHHAHA”
Laughter… It sounded like the same voice from earlier before Fritz hung up.
“Shoo, it wasn’t me!”
All Jeremy could hear from the phone was a loud roar… and heavy running.
Click!
Jeremy just sat there as he heard the 6 AM bell chime, he didn’t feel satisfaction or relief. Rather, he felt like he never wanted to come back here again.
Even as he walked through and left the building, he still felt as if he was being watched by someone…