Jeremy stared at the death traps on stage for a moment with complete disgust and disdain. They’d tried to kill him, how many times now? He shuttered, and made his way to the office, no clue why he even returned. He sat in the chair and stared at the desk for a moment before checking the cameras. “One, two…” He mumbled the numbers under his breath as he clicked them. “Twelve, fourteen…. Wait- that's not how numbers work…” He stared at the cameras and their numberings for a moment, then sighed. “You know what, it's not my fault or my business.”

Ring ring!

Ring ring!

Jeremy was not in a good mood with Fritz, not since he hung up the night before. But he let it answer anyway.

“I’m sorry about uh…. Last night, Must have bumped the phone.”

“Oh, of course, Fritz.” He said. “What the hell was that whole thing about?” He asked, clicking through the cameras.

“Oh, it's uh… a lot of nothing, and a bit of Freddy.”

“Really? Why do I not buy that?” Jeremy mumbled, clicking through the cameras. “And you should explain why the hell the old ones are moving, you said they couldn't move.” He says. “We don't even have a camera back there.”

“Yes we do, click on it, it SHOULD boot up… tomorrow, I’m uh… I’m taking the night shift, go home, collect your paycheck, and quit.”

“Really? How coincidental, Fritz.” Jeremy said, rolling his eyes. “Why does it make me feel worse that the animatronics haven't moved yet?” He asked, though, rhetorically.

“Just give them a bit, they have to… wake up.”

“Ah, that's even better, I just got here and now they have to ‘wake up’. Fritz, aren't you just great?” Jeremy clicks through the cameras again.

“Also, uh… I think Chica is gonna take a stroll, so make sure you keep an eye on her too. Most of the other ones… Well, most of the new models aren’t much of movers anymore. We’re uh… there's rumors of the place being locked down.. The toys are being a little uh… more twitchy. They’re almost… hostile to staff, and when they see a parent, they just stare.”

“Of course not.. We couldn't just have the easy ones.” He mumbles. “That's comforting.” He said with a groan.

“Look, Jeremy, buddy, I’m not kidding, finish your shift, and get out. It's not safe anymore, take my word for it.”

“I get that, Fritz, you’ve said it how many times?” He snapped. “Let me just get the night over with.”

“Keep an eye on Freddy.”

Click!

How nice of him. He thought annoyedly, but continued to click through the cameras. The more he clicked the more tired he got, so he checked the vent and the hall and then the vent on the other side of the room.

“... good luck.”

Jeremy jumped. “The hell!” He shouted at the phone, he sighed. “You are evil.” He hissed. “I’m not seeing anything yet. So.. here hoping they don't wake up?”

“You’re brave for thinking that.”

“Yeah well, I just want out.” He said. He clicked through the cameras again. “Hey, question, Is Chica a duck or a chicken? I can never tell.”

“Chicken, last I checked.”

“Yeah? Okay, so Ms. Chickens out in the hall near the one cam we don't have.” Jeremy said.

“She’s slow in the vents, but she’s large enough to block closing them, so keep her out of the vents.”

Chica’s leg pistons hissed in the hallway as she teetered over to the party rooms

“Ah. She’s arrived.” He says grabbing the mask and the flashlight, shining it at the chicken.

“Where a-a-are youuu??” Chica inquired, her working eye scanning the room.

“D-d-don’t you want a p-p-pizza??”

“I don't believe I know who you're talking about..” Jeremy said, putting the mask on. “Please get out of my office.” He stared at the animatronic for a moment, waiting. “I forgot to wind the music box!” He looked stressed behind the mask. “Move… MOVE, chicken MOVE” He mumbled.

“Hmm.. y-y-you don’t look like the n-n-night guard…”

Once the chicken made her way out he removed the mask and clicked on the prize corner cam, winding the box up quickly.

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“I’d feel sorry for them if they’re just that stupid.”

“Their programming, remember? You told me that. Or do you have the memory of a goldfish?” Jeremy said, clicking through the cameras.

“Haha, VERY funny.”

“I know. I got a headache thinking of it.” He said sarcastically. “So if something were to get into your office you're just.. Hanging up?”

“Depends. Freddy is well… he doesn’t seem to CARE about you, like at all. He just sends his lackeys to deal with you.”

“The others are lackeys? Fun. I’m not worth his time.” He said with a smirk.

“Don’t get too cocky, he’s bound to get rid of you soon enough.”

“Probably. I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing.” He says, checking the hall and vents again.

…Something had blocked the vent leading directly into his office. The one behind him. Something was going on.

Jeremy turned to the vent behind him, slowly. He stared… he was greeted with nothing. But in the vent, he could see the busted camera, it was as if it had been punched open. “That doesn't look good...” Jeremy examined, looking into the vent. He got down to the ground slowly to see a little better.

Two dimly-lit blue eyes stared back at him through the darkness.

“Hey… uh Fritz? Which one has blue eyes?....” He asked carefully. Slowly reaching to the desk behind him.

“...”

The voice answered before Fritz did, “How could you forget your pal, Freddy Fazbear, Jeremy?”

He started to panic, and stood up, turning to the desk, looking for the mask.

Instantly, the brown colored hand made its way from the vent and climbed out, revealing what Freddy looked like to Jeremy…. Oh dear god…. He was the worst one out of the bunch.

“… I don't suppose I could… Walk out right now? And absolutely find the damned mask…” He said.

“How polite of you to ask! Unfortunately, I can see through your disguise… I’m not like those other fools.” Freddy let out a hearty chuckle.

“Oh great, another Foxy. I’m-”

Freddy interrupted him, with a roar of anger “DON’T COMPARE ME TO THAT SIMPLETON! ALL OF THEM ARE DIMWITS FOR ME TO USE TO MY OWN ADVANTAGE!”

“I don't believe it’s normal to talk to animatronics who are probably going to kill you is it? Uh… flashlight…”

Freddy once again interrupted Jeremy’s thoughts, as he would grab Jeremy by the neck before hoisting him up with the one hand he had.

Fritz sighed. “Didn't even get his first paycheck.”

“Now… how about we play a little game, you and I?” He turned to the phone, as he heard the voice come from it, “It’s nice to see you too, Michael.”

Michael…?

“I doubt we’ll meet again. It was an honor working with you, Jeremy.”

Click.

And with that, the click was the last of Jeremy’s hopes gone.

Through a futile attempt he clawed at the paw of the animatronic before him to get free.

“You can’t persist, Jeremy…. Now… Why don’t we head to Parts and Service? We can begin our little game there!”

Freddy, with Jeremy in hand, would start to walk to Parts and Service, humming a nice little tune.

Entering the room, Freddy would shut the door as he and Jeremy remained the only ones in there… It smelled horrible, the room smelled of rotting wood. Wires trailed everywhere as they lined the floor and walls. Freddy would place Jeremy on the ground, staring down at him as if he was a predator cornering prey. Jeremy glared at him, choking down as much air as he could.

“I’ll tell you something, Jeremy, after I’m finished with you… you're gonna wish it was one of the other lackeys out there that caught you.” Freddy snarled with an emphasis on the last part, then looked down at Jeremy, as if sadistically waiting for a response. Jeremy, glared letting the ragged breathing catch up.

“Better idea, please, go f-.”

Then Jeremy felt his leg crack and snap, Freddy had stepped on Jeremy’s leg with heavy amounts of force and pressure, and kept it held there.

“I recommend you stay quiet, runt.”

Jeremy’s blood seeped from under the bear’s foot as Jeremy heard the cracking of the bone, Freddy wasn’t budging. Jeremy took the bear's advice into consideration, but decided against it.

“I would be a smart aleck, but you seem to be doing that yourself.” He said, through gritted teeth, trying not to scream from pain.

“I warned you.” Freddy chuckled, as he began his little game…

Freddy grabbed a simple black rabbit suit from the corner, and smirked. Jeremy didn’t need a hint to know what was gonna happen

“...It’d be such a pity to let you off with just the regular suit, wouldn’t it? I want to make this as long and grueling as possible.”

Jeremy looked in terror at the suit, and then Freddy. Freddy just smiled, before grabbing Jeremy, and forcing him into the suit. Even though nothing was triggered… Yet, the suit’s metal points jabbed at Jeremy’s flesh, tearing through it. Jeremy stifled a scream, until Freddy forced the mask on. Jeremy knew it was all over as he watched Freddy slowly inch toward his right, outside of Jeremy’s vision.

Freddy flicked one of the shoulders, unlocking a single springlock… than another one triggered from the shockwave… and another… and another…. Until Jeremy couldn’t even scream. His eyes scanned the suit’s arms and legs. That couldn’t be… his blood? Could it? Now he finally understood why they took those old yellow ones off the stage years back. One wrong move… and you’d be crushed under the pointed steel and jagged plastic. Freddy just watched, smiling.

Jeremy wanted to scream in pain, but his lungs were filled with his own blood, until he couldn’t even draw breath. The last thing he saw was the grin of the bear as the final locks triggered, clamping down on his face. What Freddy said next was inaudible as poor Jeremy choked on his own blood, but he could make out the chuckle afterward.