#CHOAS FEDDY

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I, CHAOS FEDDY, demand more Ghost Jeramy! I am hungry for MORE!

CHAOS FEDDY

To See And To Hear

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NOT FOR EVERYONE

Content Warnings: Cursing. Murder. Threatening to kill. Off-screen deaths. Implied death-scenes. The concept of someone who was killed living their after-life on Earth. Dark thoughts/themes.

Run Down: Fazbear Corporation has a dark past full of death and murder. On one hand, it'd be safe to assume at least one unrestful spirit would haunt their last resting place. On the other, if they knew the plans William Afton had in store, any reason to stay should immediately be replaced with moving on as soon as possible.

Oh, oh no...they're the Editor incarnate

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“Did you know there’s a ghost at the second location?” 

David Harrison knows better than to listen to the ramblings of the blond mechanic who works at Afton’s Robotics. Because within the few months he’s been hired to completely turn around the current reputation for Fazbear Corporation, Eggs Benedict has proven to be no more than an excessive prankster who’s sole purpose is to piss him off. 

“Is this just like your claim there’s a ghost at the first one?” the suited man growls. “The one that turned out to be wrong?” 

Eggs only shrugs at the statement. “Did we really confirm?”

He watches a the tall business man rolls his eyes before completely ignoring his unwanted companion, too busy taking inventory of the main dining room to dive into the idea there is definitely a ghost at the other location. But he doesn’t mind! 

Because through his due-diligence to accomplishing his self-proclaimed mission of figuring out what gets under the egotistical asshole’s skin, Eggs has learned two things about David. 

1. The man doesn’t believe in ghosts. 

2. The man definitely believes in ghosts. 

It all started when Eggs heard that, after doing such a ‘stand up’ job as the owner of the newly built Fazbear Entertainment Center, I.E. the only that currently hasn’t had any deaths associated with it, David was told to check out the first location and make a plan on how to turn it from a disastrous hellhole into a thriving paradise. 

So of course, as the wonderful amazing bestest coworker ever, Eggs just had to warn the person he cares deeply about there’s a ghost haunting the joint. 

To be honest, Eggs has said there’s been one there for ages. No one listens to him, nor will they ever will. But hey! It’s a fun little thing to bring up and see what kind of reaction comes up. 

Unsurprisingly, David didn’t believe him. Completely brushed the very heartfelt warning like a jerk. Eggs didn’t think too much about it after going to work at their sister location. Didn’t come by to mess with business man for a couple days. 

But the second he had walked in the doors the first thing said to him was ‘there wasn’t a ghost’. 

Now he’s been mastering the art of being a jackass for a couple years now. Believe him when he says the thought of ghosts are apparently one of the few things that make David concerned. Another one is anyone touching his coffee cache inside his office. 

Take this with a grain of salt! Eggs can not confirm nor deny there is in fact another ghost and its currently haunting their second location. But, what’s super funny, is that there wasn’t a rumor about one until David was told to check it out. 

So Eggs waits patiently, leaning against a table, checking over his nails. 

“I was at the first location, dumbass,” David finally states. “And I’m sorry to say that there weren’t wailing in the halls, or a sudden cold spot. Unfortunately I forgot my EMF reader at home but I guarantee it wouldn’t have even beeped.” 

When there’s no immediate comeback to his words, hazel eyes glance over to a very curious expression. “Shit, David. Did you research ghosts before you went over?” 

“Mr. Harrison.” A beat. “No I didn’t!” 

Eggs snorts. “Dude, cold spots are semi-common knowledge. But an EMF reader? You have to look up ‘ghost hunting’ specifically to know what that is.” 

An innocent smile is all that’s made in response to the fierce glare. But before the conversation can continue, the restaurant doors open up. 

The figure draped in purple walking in is met with two opposite reactions. Eggs immediately waving with a joyful look to say hello, and David straightening his tie as he steps behind a table. 

“Vincent.” 

Said man allows an amused smile to tug on his lips. “Naw, no ‘mutated grape’ today, David?” 

David doesn’t dare take his eyes off amber ones silently begging for him to make a wrong move to piss him off. Give an excuse for the file being held to be replaced with a knife that would happily be plunged into his chest. Fulfill the promise of slitting his throat if dared call his ‘coworker’ the nickname again. “No.” 

“You’re no fun.” 

“Can’t we cut him some slack?” Eggs pipes up, not at all worried about a knife being turned on him. Because unlike David, he understands the whole need to threaten with violence. “I thought Mutated Grape was pretty creative.” 

Could’ve gone with something as boring as Purple or Ponytail. They don’t know a lot about their mysterious coworker who shows up every now and then, always with something Afton has requested to be done. Can’t blame them for trying to tease! 

Especially because it’s always fun to watch reactions when they use something like Mutated Grape around other people. As if most of the population don’t know of a man who’s only wardrobe is the older Fazbear uniform of a polo shirt and slacks colored a deep purple, his skin and long hair always tied back in a disheveled ponytail the exact same shade. 

Eggs is looked at with the thoughtful expression. “Well you’re not worried I’m in the mood for stabbing whoever pushes my buttons.” 

“Never! I’m an angel!” 

Vincent rolls his eyes, but he opts to ignore the blond in favor of walking over to David, the business man immediately tensing up in fear the anger towards Eggs will be directed toward him instead. 

The purple man stands on the opposite side of the table being used as a pathetic barrier, offering the file in his hand to David barely hiding his trembles. “Will says congratulations on your initiation on having an employee get killed at your restaurant!” 

David pales, glancing down at the paperwork that greets him as he opens the folder. 

Swallows thickly at the words ‘Congratulations!’ and a cheesy thumbs up sticker placed beside ‘Incident Report’. 

"Right,” almost gets stuck in his throat at the reminder of his reputation taking a hit from this. 

“Fuck, Harrison! Are you getting a ghost, too!” 

“A ghost?” Vincent grins. 

David scowls as he points toward the jackass with the folder in his hand. “Do not encourage him. He’s a dumbass and says shit just to get a rise out of me.” 

“Who knows! I might just be telling the truth!” 

“Please,” David begs as he turns toward the purple man content to watch and see where the conversation goes. “Tell him he was wrong about a ghost being at the first location, and tell him he’s an asshole for saying there’s one at the second one.” 

Vincent turns toward Eggs at that, his gaze lingering on a table identical to the others before meeting bright blue eyes. “I’ve heard about the one at Freddy Fazbear’s. There’s one at Fazbear’s Pizzeria?” 

“I’m going to my office.” 

“Yes,” Eggs confirms, happy that someone’s listening to his wise words. Though it’s not even the person who needs to heed the warning! “They’re brand new, but you never know how powerful a ghost can be! Harrison could get attacked at any moment over there!” 

“And who confirmed this ghost was there?” 

Vincent sighs as the blond simply shrugs. But instead of telling the mechanic off for spreading rumors that very well might not be true, there’s no harm in what’s being said. It makes David all the more paranoid, and watching the business man jump is highly entertaining. 

Besides, who is he to say anything. 

“I’ll make sure he receives your message, Eggs.” 

Vincent doesn’t see the blond glancing over the spot he had previously, already turning to follow David’s path to the office. 

But Scott Cawthon does. 

“Hey, can you see me?” 

David growls as he spins around in a circle, swearing he just had his pen on him. It should’ve been right- 

Oh. Apparently it was directly in front of his face. 

...no need to stall. 

The garish blue and yellow sticker shouting ‘Great Job!’ greets him on the second page of the report he needs to fill out, right above a small section that has already been typed up. And while it hadn’t been anyone’s fault, nothing but a freak accident, he feels a twinge of guilt at reading the victim to a fatal workplace incident was a sixteen year old kid. 

Fritz Smith doesn’t know how he feels reading about his own death over the shoulder of his boss, the man having no idea the person he’s reporting for had helped place the pen currently being used in a visible spot. 

Neither are unaware of Vincent watching a transparent redheaded boy shake his head before busying himself by filing away papers soundlessly as the office is methodically organized. He doesn’t attempt to get either of their attention, walking right back down the hallway in order to discuss the fact there might be a major problem with a ghost of his own. 

“Hey-” 

“Hey!” 

Eggs grins as he’s given the best bitch-face ever. 10/10. Would like to earn it again. “What are you still doing here?” 

“Uh, making sure Harrison isn’t ghost food.” 

“He can’t see me, Vince.” 

The purple man waves a hand toward the blond acting as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It sounds like he’ll be fine. He survived Mikey’s restaurant, didn’t he?” 

“What if that’s a Mike thing? Ghosts don’t do shit because he’s there?” 

Vincent sets a hand on his waist, taking a deep breath before sighing. “I’ll bring it up with Will. Fair?” 

“Fair!” 

Eggs doesn’t make a comment about how he saw the other hand make an almost ‘come here’ motion with two curled fingers. 

He’s walking out the door as Scott curses. “There’s two more?”