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Fazbear employees are expected to wear many hats. If you're a night guard, you will be a day guard as needed, as well as a mechanic. And because this is Fazbear's, training is trail by fire.

Content Warning: Cursing. Mentions of death and murder.

Jeremy deserves a raise

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One more night. Just one more night and I have the day off tomorrow.

Jeremy forces himself to take a deep shuttering breath. Flinches when the clock strikes midnight, grey eyes snapping open with terror as he stares down the long, eerie hallway. Can already hear the haunting sounds of servos unlocking and the heavy thumping of mechanical footsteps.

For a terrifying second, he’s completely frozen as blinding terror grips his heart. Leaves him shaking uncontrollably. Every breath taken too shallow and quick.

Suddenly, the phone rings, earning a fearful squeak as he jumps. His heart thumps a mile a minute painfully against his chest, but the trance was broken.

Sitting down in the chair, Jeremy grabs the tablet to check through the cameras. Quickly switches over to the prize corner and winds the music box as much as it will allow. Flips through all the areas to find ToyBonnie and ToyChica already off the stage. Looks away from the cameras to pick up his flashlight and shine it down the hallway.

After working as Fazbear’s Pizzeria for an entire month, he’s gotten good at guessing where everyone is depending on what day it is, and despite the fact he is genuinely terrified, he’s proud at correctly guessing ToyChica’s standing by one of the party rooms.

Before Jeremy turns off his flashlight, the animatronic chicken gives a friendly wave. He doesn’t hesitate to wave back before looking through the cameras again.

Wind the music box, check the kid’s corner, check the vents.

He leans over to turn on the light for the right vent. Grabs the hollow Freddy head without looking to put it over his head with a wince. Waves as ToyBonnie crawls out of the vent’s opening, the bunny rolling his eyes before stomping out of the office back toward the stage.

Jeremy scrambles to take off the head, grabbing his flashlight to shine just in time to see the bright blue animatronic about to walk straight back into a party room. Specifically the one that has another opening to the vent he just crawled through only seconds ago.

“Cheater!” manages to freeze the towering animatronic in place.

“I’m not cheating,” Bon glares as he turns toward Jeremy. “I’m just being resourceful.”

“It’s ch-cheating,” the night guard declares. “You can’t go for the v-v-vent again until you’re o-out of the hallway!”

“You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”

“You are cheating, though,” ToyChica pipes up as she leans out the doorway to another party room.

“No one asked you.”

“No one asked you to give Jeremy a free night!”

Jeremy takes that as his cue to check the cameras again for the others. As long as CC and Bon are arguing, he has a few minutes where he doesn’t have to worry about the two. Meaning he can focus on winding the music box before seeing ToyFoxy moved to the game area to join BalloonBoy.

When he sees the stage is completely empty, the tablet is quickly set down to shine his flashlight down the hallway again.

“F-Fredrick’s coming,” the night guard announces, stopping the argument steadily growing louder in its tracks. With a huff, Bon stomps down the hallway instead of ducking into the party room. CC grins before disappearing out of sight, just in time for ToyFreddy to appear.

The flashlight is set down in order to wind the music box as an annoyed voice echos. “What were they fighting about this time?”

“Ch-Cheating,” is all Jeremy offers as he leans over to press the light for the left vent. Squeaks in fear at the sight of CC’s beak missing as he shakily shoves the Freddy head over his own. “CC!”

“I least I wasn’t cheating!”

“I heard that!”

“We all heard it,” announces ToyFoxy made it into the hallway. The moment CC’s out of the office, Jeremy yanks the head off before flashing his light repeatedly. “Surprised ye haven’t annoyed Mari enough.”

“They’ve certainly annoyed me,” the rosy cheek bear grumbles as he marches down the hallway, stopping just in front of the threshold into the office, completely unaffected by the strobing light. It works on Mangle, though, the pink and white fox crawling across the ceiling back the way the way she came.

Jeremy picks the tablet back up, sending fearful glances toward the dark hallway as he winds the music box again. Checks on BalloonBoy, sees Bon switch rooms, winds the music box for just a moment before shoving the tablet away in order to grab the Freddy head as Fredrick steps into the office.

The bear leaves quickly, the night guard enjoying the moment of calm. Up until he hears a very distinct laugh, slamming the head back on to watch BalloonBoy race out of the office.

“Did you guys get q-q-quicker?” Jeremy demands as he puts the head down to flash his light down the hallway. “This is the worst S-S-Saturday I’ve e-ever had.”

“Would’ve been worse if Bon cheated.”

"No one asked for your opinion, BB!”

“Aye, we are,” Mangle’s static filled voice reveals. Frantic flashing keeps her at the end of the hallway. For now. “Some new lass been doing maintenance. Flipped a few switches he shouldn’t have.”

It takes a moment for the information to sink in. But when it does, Jeremy can’t help feeling almost betrayed. “B-But I didn’t flip them!”

“No, but you’re in the chair,” Bon sings.

“That’s not f-f-fair!”

“Life isn’t fair!” Fredrick responds. And that means none of them are going to slow down. Despite the fact it isn’t fair. Jeremy wouldn’t be pushing the limits of how fast he can multitask if someone hadn’t done something they weren’t supposed to!

...then again, the animatronics try to kill him every night because someone else also did something they weren’t supposed to. His point still stands!

“But isn’t this ch-cheating!”

“You could ask Scott if you can do maintenance next time,” CC says as she ducks into a party room, refusing to go easier on him despite this clearly being unfair!

“If he survives tonight,” doesn’t help Jeremy’s nerves.

He can’t let this get to him. With it being Saturday and all of them being a lot quicker than usual, he needs to concentrate. Not let his nerves get the best of him. If he does, then he’s dead.

Forcing himself to focus, the night guard goes through his tried and true list. Checking the rooms, the vents, winding the-

His mind seems to halt when, despite pressing the button to wind the music box, nothing happens. Instead of the half circle steadily growing bigger, it continues to get smaller. No matter how hard or lightly he presses, no matter what angle, even after clicking on another camera before going back, the music box doesn’t wind.

An overwhelming sense of panic grips Jeremy. It almost feels like the breath got knocked out of him, his lungs refusing to cooperate. And honestly, he doesn’t blame them. If he can’t wind the music box, then Marionette will come for him, and nothing can stop the puppet once he’s out.

Sugar honey iced tea.

“Jeremy? You okay?”

“Better check the vents, idiot.”

The two familiar voices of genuine concern and an underlying threat don’t make whatever snake is wrapped around his chest loosen it’s hold, but it does break him out of his terror. Enough to at the very least tell the others that something’s wrong. Something the animatronics have to admit is more than just unfair.

“T-T-Time out!”

“...Jeremy,” Bon begins as he leans out of the right vent where he can be seen without the light, looking a mixture of impressed and annoyed. “You do know this isn’t hide and seek, right?”

“Well-”

“Shut up.”

“Something b-broke!” Jeremy exclaims, trying his hardest to get the words out. Tries not to think about the fact he isn’t looking down the hallway, or flipping through the cameras, or winding the music box. His entire body is trembling as it becomes clear he might lose. Even though it wouldn’t have been a mistake he made.

They won’t stuff him because something broke...will they? They’re all about fairness, and when one of the animatronics didn’t listen to the rules previously, Jeremy was given a free night where he didn’t have to worry about being killed.

But they also hadn’t thought someone else’s mistake didn’t need to be corrected when it came to them being a lot faster. So what if they say this is allowed to be used against him too? What if this is how he loses? All because his tablet is no longer working?

“Something broke?” CC asks as she leans out of the left vent so her confusion is visible.

Jeremy’s mouth refuses to open as he imagines her taking it as permission to grab him right here and now. To drag him through the hallway to parts and service where a shell is waiting for him to be shoved inside mercilessly.

“We won’t bite, Jeremy,” Bon smirks, sending a chill up the night guard’s spine. “What did you break?”

“I-I-I didn’t,” comes out in a whisper. “Th-The, the music box. I-It won’t, I c-c-can't-”

“Oh shit the music box won’t wind?” the bunny asks. And then the animatronic is climbing out of the vent. Begins to approach Jeremy.

Jeremy, who’s completely vulnerable, with very few options for escape if they are in fact coming closer to kill him.

“Language!” the chicken berates as she too stands up before walking over.

He doesn’t know if they’re going to help him it doesn’t seem like they are. It doesn’t help that they tower. That they have the capability of crushing his bones to dust considering the powerful endoskeletons they all possess. That they have made it blatantly clear they want nothing more than to silence him forever even though he’s never done anything to them.

He’s not Jeremy to them. He’s just a night guard, someone who deserves a long and painful death. And without a way to wind the music box, it’s only a matter of time for the puppet to come after him.

It’s game over.

Before Jeremy can jump out of the chair and sprint away, to make a break for it, to at least try and get to the restaurant doors to escape the most horrifying death imaginable, the tablet is suddenly ripped away from his hands.

He can’t even squeak. He’s petrified as CC stands directly to his left as Bon glares down at the screen looking tiny in his...hands? Paws? Whatever they are he shouldn’t be thinking about semantics if they’re about to kill him!

“Yep, it’s busted.”

“Let me see,” earns CC a turn with the tablet. Taps on it a few times as a scowl slowly forms. “It’s making the sound like it is winding. Maybe something got unplugged?”

Bon rolls his eyes. “I bet that idiot tripped over something while checking around Mari’s box.”

“Possibly.” Jeremy’s suddenly given a smile. “Want to come with us to check it?”

There’s no reach for him. No ominous threat of what they’re going to do to him the moment he steps foot outside of the office. Not even a half hearted and slightly sarcastic ‘nice knowing you’. They won’t actually kill him. Right now at least.

The night guard’s heart nearly stops at the thought of wondering around the restaurant before 6am. At the same time, he nearly goes limp with relief. “Y-You won’t k-k-kill me?”

“Can’t,” almost has Jeremy faint from terror as Fredrick storms into the office, the bear the tallest and biggest of all the animatronics, not including Marionette. No one can beat Marionette, though. “Not when these two decided to throw away our best chance at stuffing you.”

Instead of being reassured, Jeremy feels his heart beat even quicker than before.

It doesn’t help when Bon snaps back. “Sorry for thinking stuffing him when the stupid tablet broke would’ve been a bit cruel.”

The bear opens his mouth before hesitating. “It broke?”

CC hands the device over. “The music box won’t wind, so we’re going to go check it real quick!”

There’s no time for Jeremy to ask if he’s part of the ‘we’. Not when a hand? grabs his arm. Suddenly yanks him up and out of the chair. Pulls him forward as he trips over his own feet.

Instead of his shoulder coming out of its socket, or the grip being so tight it fractures the bone into multiple pieces, the night guard finds himself being helped until he gets his footing back. And once he’s standing, a gentle push from behind leads him down the pitch black hallway.

What just happened?

It’s both helpful not being able to see anything as CC guides him, as well as terrifying. Because even though he can’t see if there’s any animatronics about to leap out at him, he can’t see any animatronics about to leap out at him. It only gets worse as he distinctly hears each and every one of them moving around. Mangle’s soft static trailing after them, along with her claws scrapping against the beams along the ceiling. BB’s ‘hello’ that nearly makes him heart leap out of his chest.

Heavy footsteps that are too quick to be from someone walking, the sound getting louder and louder the closer they get.

“Hey dumbass, he can’t see without a flashlight.”

The sound of Bon’s voice being so close has Jeremy flinching away, genuinely afraid of the bunny reaching out to grab him. Or maybe it’s the bunny currently pushing him from behind and directing him toward parts and service instead of the prize corner.

He is grabbed, but it’s only to put something in his hand, the flashlight all too familiar not to recognize it despite not even being able to see a single inch in front of his eyes.

“He doesn’t need to see,” the chicken says as Jeremy quickly flicks it on. Doesn’t comment on his involuntary and breathless squeak when he sees Mangle hanging so low she could swing over and bite him, only getting a gentle but firm push to make him continue walking. “I can see.”

“How is he supposed to help check if he can’t check it?”

“He’s not even supposed to be helping,” Fredrick growls somewhere behind them. There’s a cautious sweep of the floor with the flashlight just to see where the bear is, and then the flashlight is aimed toward the rapidly approaching prize corner.

One where the large present that houses the puppet is already open, the music box long since having stopped playing, an unimpressed glare aimed toward the four.

Jeremy can’t help but feel the anger’s specifically directed toward him only.

“Why the hell are we letting him run loose?”

“The tablet broke,” CC explains. Jeremy takes a shuddering breath as her hands leave his shoulders, letting him stop a safe distance away from a very upset Mari. Although, the puppet is well known for being able to jump impressive distances. Any night guard within a mile radius will never truly be safe. “We think a wire got disconnected.”

“You mean the absolute idiot that just got hired tripped over something?”

“CC suggested Jeremy get trained for maintenance,” Bon begins, earning a fearful jump from said person as pinprick eyes focus land on him.

Instead of Mari starting a tirade about how that’d be the worst idea imaginable, the puppet smiles. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”

Everyone freezes as the entire restaurant grows so quiet, the sound of the AA batteries in Jeremy’s flashlight can be heard rattling due to his trembling.

“It does?” Fredrick demands when no explanation is given. And even though Jeremy feels like he should be offended, he can’t help but agree. There’s a reason why he was hired as the night guard instead of the mechanic. Though, it’s also hard to imagine why Scott picked him of all people to hire for a security job. His lanky stature wouldn’t be able to stop anyone from robbing the restaurant if someone tried to.

The point is Jeremy doesn’t have any experience for protecting the stars of Fazbear’s Pizzeria, meaning he certainly wouldn’t know how to fix or even configure such advanced animatronics. Sentient ones he might add.

“We want to give the person we’re trying to kill completely unsupervised opportunities to fuck us up?” Bon questions.

That...actually never crossed Jeremy’s mind. They have been trying to kill him, for several weeks now, but he’d never want to take advantage of them. Maybe turn down their settings back to the speed they were previously at but never would he intentionally mess with very sensitive and expensive systems! That wouldn’t be fair, and it wouldn’t be moral!

Not to mention it would guaranteed get him fired.

“He’d be better than our current ‘mechanic’,” Mari shrugs, smirking down at the shaking night guard who’s wishing he was back in his office being hunted down like every other night. “And he wouldn’t dare mess with us.”

“No offense to the lad,” Mangle pipes up somewhere in the darkness. “He doesn’t seem like he’d know the first thing about robotics.”

“Neither does the new hire.”

“I-I-I-I don’t think it’d b-be a good idea,” Jeremy whispers. His hands tighten their grip on the flashlight as four murderous animatronics turn their attention onto him. The way they leer over him make him feel like he’s two inches tall. It doesn't help when it makes him curl into himself. “I w-wouldn’t mess with you. But I-I-I'm not a mechanic!”

“You also weren’t a guard before,” BB joins in.

CC sends a glare toward the short animatronic before offering Jeremy a smile. “I heard Mike does repairs on the gang all the time. If he can do it, how hard can it be!”

...Mike does what?

“Hold on Mike does what?”

“Wait, how hard can it be if that asshole can repair the others without permanently shutting them off?”

“Only proves the new hire is incompetent if Mike can do it,” Mari grumbles.

As much as Jeremy would like to defend the man who trained him to become a Fazbear night guard, he is genuinely surprised Mike would be trusted to do something like repairs on the animatronics at the location he guards. Not that Mike’s someone to take advantage of such an opportunity! He just never came off as a techy kind of guy. Not when he doesn’t even own a cell phone and can only be reached by calling the restaurant's landline.

“Well then go on, Jeremy,” is said with a push that sends him stumbling closer to Mari. He only barely manages to check himself before earning himself a death sentence by running into the puppet’s present. “Fix the music box!”

“I’m not t-t-t-trained!” the night guard exclaims as he sweeps his light over the line of animatronics, trying to figure out who shoved him.

“Again, Mike can do it,” Bon grins. Waves his hands as if to shoo Jeremy away. “How hard can it be?”

“Break it, and I break your spine,” Mari promises.

Jeremy stands there for a moment with his mouth open, because this is far from fair. Just because Mike can do it doesn’t mean he can! What if the veteran guard was trained extensively before being allowed to go anywhere near sensitive hardware? Or what if he had gone to school for engineering and only told Scott about it so he got permission to do specific repairs?

None of them try to reassure him that even if he accidentally messes something up, they won’t let Mari kill him. Not even CC tries to help, the chicken only giving a shoo herself, though this one much more encouraging.

This isn’t going to end well.

Jeremy shakes uncontrollably as he slowly turns toward Mari’s box, glad the puppet hasn’t decided to come out, yet it’s still unnerving to be watched so intensely. Never did he think he’d ever get this close to the animatronic unless he was about to be killed.

There’s a chance I might be.

The beam of light is shaky as Jeremy shines it around the prize corner, trying to find the music box he’s never actually seen, just a button on a screen that can be used to wind it. Admittedly he hadn’t even thought about what it might look like. Now that he is, he’s expecting something with a dancing ballerina.

There’s nothing like that sitting on any of the shelves, but there is a small wooden box. One with a crank that he gently, carefully winds in order to hear a few notes of ‘Grandfather’s Clock’.

In his opinion, this is a great start. He found the music box and proved that it itself isn’t broken, just whatever connects it to the tablet. Which thank goodness because he would never have been able to fix a music box without instructions. That still leaves him not knowing what exactly is wrong.

Jeremy gingerly moves the music box until he can see the back of it, squeaking in surprise when something seems to disconnect, a soft ‘thump’ telling him whatever it was fell to the floor. For a moment, he lets himself catch his breath. And then he remembers he has an audience.

Whirling around, the night guard’s light frantically lights up each animatronic one by one, making sure they’re all accounted for with no one being too close for comfort. Except for Mari who’s allowed to be an exception. Being close enough to grab him is better than being loomed over by the eight foot tall puppet.

“A bit jumpy, lad?” Mangle teases.

“Like Bon w-w-wouldn't sneak up on me,” Jeremy counters as he carefully positions himself so he can look at the music box and be able to flash his light toward the rest of the room.

It’s unnerving as the shadows seem to swallow the animatronics whole as he turns back to the task he was forced to take. But he continues with his investigation, ignoring the indignant ‘Hey!’ as he kneels down. Grabs a thin cord. One with exposed wires as the end of the piece looks like it’ll fall off any second now.

“I think I f-f-found the p-problem?”

There’s no stopping the terrified flinch as the cord is ripped out of his grasp. It takes a moment of floundering, but he manages to shine his light to see Fredrick inspecting it before waving Mangle over. Jeremy backs away to give the fox a respectful amount of space, watching as she examines it before nodding and disappearing into the ceiling. He tries not to think about someone who’s blood thirsty and capable of killing him within seconds crawling inside the walls, instead focusing on everyone who’s still left.

For some reason, they’re all looking at him. He doesn’t know if it’s good or bad for them to look impressed yet disappointed. “Wh-Wh-What?”

“I really wanted you to get stuffed,” Bon huffs.

“See, you were a great mechanic!” CC praises.

That, that was it? That’s all he needed to do? He thought it’d be a lot more complicated than that!

“Don’t get cocky,” Fredrick growls, making Jeremy shrink into himself. “If the music box was busted, or Mari’s box was broken, Scott would be looking for a new night guard.”

“And he still might,” the puppet muses. “We’ll see if only the wire needed a replacement.”

Mangle appears again, this time swinging down almost directly next to Jeremy, a completely metal hand without the shells every other animatronic has offering a new wire. It’s a miracle he isn’t too petrified, managing to accept it without needing to be snapped at.

Terrified this won’t be an easy fix, the night guard trembles as he plugs the cord into the music box. Turns to where Fredrick stands with the broken one. Feels the blood drain from his face when his light follows the other half behind Mari’s box.

The bear doesn’t offer any help. Jeremy can only hold his breath as he slowly approaches the puppet, doesn’t dare look up as he follows the broken wire, careful to unplug the correct one and replace it with the one in hand.

There’s not even a chance for him to gain a bit of distance in case he somehow managed to make the situation worse. The moment he’s finished, the old cord is yanked away so quickly it nearly whacks him in the face with how he’s crouched and wedged in behind the box. And then the familiar sound of the music box winding echos through the room.

After a heart dropping minute of complete silence once it’s fully winded, music begins to fill the air. Jeremy takes as deep as a breath as possible with what limited space his lungs currently have to expand.

“No wonder Mike can repair the gang.”

“Congratulations, Jeremy. You get to live another day.”

Yay?

Despite the praise, it sounded more like a threat than anything. But he takes it as confirmation he won’t be killed tonight.

Not wanting to hit any other wires on accident to cause something else to break, he slowly wriggles his way out from behind the box, sneezing as dust comes with him. Ruffles his hair with a sigh at the realization his precious curls are most likely as covered in grime as the rest of him is.

“This is so exciting!” CC cheers as Jeremy picks himself off the floor, silently planning the best way to get back to the office to wait out the rest of the night. “Now we can ask you to fix things!”

It takes too long to realize what that means. Sends a horrified look over at Bon’s smirk and Fredrick’s thoughtful expression. Mari gives a dark laugh as he closes his box. “For your sake, you better hope Scott trains you for repairs and not Mike.”

Not a yay, not a yay!

#the Jeremy only came out on top!#you know #I've been neglecting the Jer #and he deserves better #so this was to help show him off #because out of everyone #he'd be the best at multitasking #I also have been completely neglecting the animatronics #so BOOM Toys!#hope ya'll enjoy!#have a great weekend!#FNAF bois #BTE writing #cw #content warning

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blametheeditor · 7 months ago

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To See And To Hear | Chapter 4

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Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of murder and death. 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.

It's still Friday!

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Jeremy can’t help but pace in the attempt to calm his nerves as he waits.

Mike, on the other hand, isn’t nervous in the slightest. Had even put his feet up on the desk and leaned back in his chair, hat over his eyes in order to take a nap. Though this time he’s keeping all four wheels flat on the ground.

And to be honest, seeing Mike so relaxed he’s able to sleep makes Jeremy feel a lot better about the fact he’s going to be meeting another ghost. Because if someone who’s still alive isn’t concerned despite Scott having warned them it most likely won’t be a calm meeting, then there really shouldn’t be anything to worry about, right?

It would be right, if Jeremy didn’t know that Mike is the most fearless person he has ever met. Doesn’t flinch when animatronics who have discussed how they’ll kill him are standing only a few feet away. Antagonizes them at every opportunity by cussing them out proudly, though they’re starting to realize it’s done out of fondness. But his point still stands!

So Jeremy continues to pace. Thinking about everything that can go wrong. Feels himself begin to tremble as he remembers what Scott said about people who die violently, that they tend to hold resentment toward the living even if they don’t deserve it. And if Scott had almost hurt Mike even though he cares about the night guard and that’s the reason why it almost happened then-!

“Jerber,” Mike grumbles, earning a fearful squeak. “I can’t fucking sleep with your pacing, asshole.”

Jeremy immediately stops before wringing his hands in guilt. “S-S-Sorry.”

Mike moves his hat back to its proper place on his head, raising an eyebrow as he looks the ghost up and down. “What’s fucking with you?”

“I’m w-w-worried,” Jeremy murmurs. “I-Isn’t it bad Scott w-warned us?”

Mike looks up at the ceiling for a moment before shrugging. “Phone Guy and Purple Guy haven’t fucked with a lot of ghosts. But if the bastard is happy to follow Douche Bag here, sounds friendly to me. They just want to be goddamn careful. And I don’t listen to shit.”

At least it’s admitted genuine concerns aren’t always heeded by the man. But that does make Jeremy feel better. He’s never met David, but he’s heard plenty of stories. So, maybe it will be okay. Scott wouldn’t take a chance when it comes to Mike’s life. He hasn’t met Vincent yet, but he’s pretty sure the same thing can be said.

The ghost imitates taking a deep breath. Glances down the hallway in the hopes Scott appears soon. “When do y-y-you think-?”

Jeremy jumps at the sound of keys unlocking the door. Becomes frozen when he realizes that’s not the sound he wants to hear. Because keys means a living person is entering the restaurant. Meaning the unknown ghost is here before Scott is.

He’s going to be meeting them alone.

Sugar honey iced tea.

“Why are the lights on?” a voice growls, sounding almost menacing as it echos down the hallway. And then a towering figure appears at the very end, looking intimidating at such a far distance. With a fierce glare that has Jeremy thankful that, for once, he’s invisible. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Hey, Douche Bag,” why did Mike decide on that nickname!

“Fucked Up Night Guard,” and never mind, now he understands...

Jeremy holds his breath despite knowing he doesn’t need to breathe in the first place. But it’s truly terrifying watching the suited man make his way closer. Looking a lot like his disappointed father coming to lecture his disgrace of a son. He expects yelling. Possibly the demand Mike explains himself before interrupting and sending him out of the restaurant.

Instead David shoves Mike’s legs, forcing him to sit in the chair properly. “I know you weren’t raised properly, but even Eggs knows not to put your feet up on the desk.”

“I wasn’t goddamn hurting it.”

“It’s the principle of the matter, show some respect. And why are you here so early, it’s only half past 8.”

“Wanted to fuck some shit up.”

Jeremy waits, tense because he knows there’s going to be shouting. But the longer the two talk to each other without any raised voices, the more he relaxes. Up until the moment he spots a much smaller, much friendlier looking figure standing just outside of the hallway. Who’s distinctly transparent.

Any fear he might’ve felt considering this was the ghost Scott had been concerned about, and Jeremy feels nothing but pity. This ghost, he doesn’t look older than sixteen. He died a violent death with no one around to help him?

The ghost suddenly looks over at him with wide eyes. Takes a moment to glance over at David before giving a small hopeful wave toward Jeremy. One that’s immediately returned.

“Not that I love our conversations,” makes both of them jump at the hostility dripping from David’s voice. “But I came here at this time to avoid you.”

If Jeremy had to talk to the tall man, he would’ve agreed and left, no matter how much time would be wasted going home just to come back later to work his shift. But Mike only shrugs, unbothered by the fact his presence isn’t wanted. “Sorry, Douche Bag, guess you’re shit out of luck. But I can fuck off to another room, or I can help with shit you need. Your fucking choice.”

There’s a long moment of silence before a finger is pointed down the hallway. “Show me where the keys to the basement is. Your dumbass of a manager keeps avoiding my calls like a coward.”

“Not my shitty ass manager,” Mike says as he obediently stands up to lead David to the keys.

“They are whenever you’re working a shift in this dump.”

Jeremy almost follows after his friend out of habit, only holding himself back this time with a reminder he technically has a guest. And considering Scott isn’t here then the responsibility relies solely on him. Someone who has never been good at human interaction. Or, ghost interaction in this case.

Meaning he watches Mike leave with a look of panic.

“I’m Fritz,” earns a squeak of surprise. But instead of being watched with bewilderment or even annoyance, Jeremy’s only sees a smile. “Were you the friend Vincent told me about?”

“N-N-No,” Jeremy responds. Waves his hands at the way it sounded like Fritz somehow came to the wrong place. As if he was supposed to meet different ghosts. “I-I mean I’m not Vincent’s f-f-friend, but I know h-his friend! He’s late, though, s-so f-for now it’s...just me.”

That was the worst way to greet someone newly dead! He’s terrible at this, he’s going to make Fritz regret ever wanting to meet another ghost! He’ll think no one cares and this was all a big mistake agreeing to meet them and he’ll never want to talk to any of them including Mike or Vincent and it’ll all be Jeremy’s fault!

“Late?” Fritz asks, his smile growing wider instead of it disappearing. “Does he work too?”

“I don’t th-th-think so. He told me h-he follows Vincent everywhere, b-b-but h-he's never given details.” Jeremy wrings his hands. Freezes as the question fully processes. “T-T-Too? Do you work?”

Fritz blushes. “I, uh, answer the phones after hours for Mr. Harrison.”

“Like r-recordings?” he asks, a little confused. It’s a much more professional title for what him and Scott do.

“No, actual calls with customers,” the teenager clarifies with a nervous chuckle. “You’d be surprise how many parents are willing to call at midnight just to be able to book for a party. Or people who just don’t realize how late it is and wanting more information on how the animatronics work.”

Jeremy stares for a moment. Slowly thinks over what all of it meant until it registers that a fellow ghost not only has an actual job, but he talks to those who are living.

“They h-h-hear you?” Jeremy breathes. Amazed by the thought someone other than Mike would be able to actually hear him with just a phone.

“Sometimes I wish they didn’t,” Fritz grins. “There’s been a few times I sighed a little too loudly while talking to Mr. Harrison. I’m just glad I don’t really need my paycheck because at this point he’s lowered it to a dollar an hour.”

Jeremy’s mouth almost drops open at someone docking a paycheck for sighing. “Your boss s-s-sounds...”

“Controlling? Egotistical? Definitely will never figure out on his own a ghost is working for him?” the younger guesses. And even though it’s been numerous times this is someone who had a violent death, there’s no trace of malice, of anger. There’s no hint of frustration even though Jeremy certainly would be working for someone like that with seemingly no way out. Even if he couldn’t use the money, it’d still upset him!

But Fritz seems to have more control over his emotions than Scott does. Or maybe that’s just his personality. Whatever it is, Jeremy likes him. Feels guilty for ever thinking Fritz is someone to be scared of, or worried that he’d lash out at someone.

“...i-interesting.”

Fritz laughs at the very kind way of describing it. “So do you work?”

“K-K-Kind of? I help M-Mike keep the T-T-Toys out of the office,” Jeremy murmurs. Compared to what Fritz does, how can he claim he works? He can’t even get in trouble, and if he doesn’t wind the toy box in time then Mike would get killed. But if he doesn’t do it, no one will, because apparently Mari doesn’t deserve to have his music played. Even if it’s the only way to ensure Mike isn’t killed.

There may come a day when Jeremy gets as upset as Scott did due to Mike’s disregard for death...

Fritz gives him a confused look. “Why do you need to keep them out? Do they like to mess with the paperwork?"

Jeremy suddenly feels like he is completely unequipped to explain that the animatronics, most likely including Fritz’s, aren’t as friendly as believed. It definitely took him a while to come to terms with the Toys not only being murderer’s, but enjoy it. It’s not something you just say, though.

“D-D-Did you work at Freddy’s b-before?”

“For about a month,” Fritz says, his voice getting quite, eyes watching the ground as if it’ll disappear. And maybe it even might because it seems like the younger is fading. “I was a waiter before my...accident.”

Oh. So that means...

Jeremy reaches his hand out before he can think about it being a bad idea. He doesn’t touch Fritz, not wanting to make the younger uncomfortable, but his hand is almost immediately grabbed. Gently squeezed in what he could safely assume is meant to be a thank you. There’s no sudden hug like he did to Scott, but at least Fritz doesn’t get any dimmer.

“I-I-I never worked for Freddy’s b-before I died,” Jeremy offers, hoping it sounds supportive. Because he knows what it feels like, haunting an unfamiliar place he never thought would be his grave. One that was meant to be a happy memory instead of becoming a fatal visit. “It’s k-kind of cool learning s-secrets I-I-I never would’ve otherwise.”

Fritz laughs loudly, most likely not expecting such a morbid sentiment. Which Jeremy hadn’t meant it to be! “That’s true.”

“Hopefully anything you do learn doesn’t scare you away,” has both of them jumping, having missed Scott’s entrance. Despite the scare Jeremy’s just glad he’s finally here, more than happy to let the sandy haired man take over and make sure Fritz wants to come back after this. “Sorry for being late. I’m Scott, the friend Vincent told you about.”

Fritz lets go of Jeremy’s hand in order to shake Scott’s. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Scott smiles. “I hope Jeremy has been good to you.”

Jeremy sputters, admittedly offended by the thought Scott was concerned he wouldn’t be good to Fritz. “M-M-Me? You should’ve been w-worried about Mike!”

“I’m worried about him for other reasons,” the older ghost admits.

“Jeremy’s been amazing,” Fritz reassures. Something that admittedly makes Jeremy feel a little better with the confirmation. “I’m, I was surprised another ghost would want to meet me. Usually they’re a bit possessive.”

Before he can ask what that’s supposed to mean, Scott’s nodding his head like he understands. “Vincent’s been my best friend even before I died, but I’m more just on the cautious side because I know how dangerous we can get. He hasn’t met Jeremy yet, but that’s more so on preference rather than me not wanting him to.”

Preference? Does that mean Vincent doesn’t want to meet him? What did Jeremy do someone doesn’t want to meet him!

“Bad memories?” Fritz guesses, his expression kind and voice soft.

“For different reasons.” Oh. Oh. He never thought, he never asked how or where Scott- oh no. “But you never have to worry about Jeremy and I.”

The mentioned ghost jolts when he realizes he hadn’t really been part of the conversation, quick to nod in agreement. “N-N-Never!”

Fritz beams at the confirmation they want to be friends. Jeremy’s almost scared to ask what kind of ghosts the teenagers met before, but they can talk about it later. And possibly loop back around to what was meant by being possessive. But later!

“How have you been, Fritz?”

The teenager suddenly goes pale, looking almost afraid. “I-I’ve been okay.”

This isn’t how Jeremy expected it to go. He had been emotional finally meeting someone who understood his situation, but it was definitely mostly relief rather than fear.

“You have a lot of energy, don’t you?” Scott asks.

Now Jeremy has another thing to be confused about. But Fritz understands as he nods somberly. “I’ve accidentally broken about two phones now.”

“Only two phones? You haven’t made any lightbulbs explode?”

“H-Have you?” Jeremy demands, not liking how proud Scott sounds. And what kind of broken, did the phones also explode!

“More than I can count,” Scott smiles even though he shouldn’t be. “It used to be impossible for me to walk into a room without making at least one explode.”

Fritz is now grinning. “I haven’t had anything like that, just flickering and making the room cold.”

“Well color me impressed.”

“Are we s-s-supposed t-to be able to do that?” Jeremy questions. Not knowing if he wants the answer.

“It, uh, depends on how you died,” Fritz explains. “Tragic deaths tend to give ghosts a lot of energy and they appear pretty quickly. Quiet deaths give ghosts little to no energy, and it takes them a little longer to appear. Both gain more as time passes, one just starts with a little more.”

Jeremy looks up at Scott for confirmation, only to find the older watching Fritz with suspicion. “How many ghosts have you met before us?”

“Oh! Uh, quite a few. But I’ve only met you two after I died.”

He can’t help but feel disappointed Scott and him weren’t the first Fritz met. At least that means all of his questions can get answered if Scott can’t.

...wait.

“You,” Scott begins as Jeremy can only stare at Fritz. They’re both speechless for a minute as the teenager starts to look more and more nervous. “You could see ghosts before this?”

“Y-Yeah, I-”

Fritz yelps as Scott grabs his arm before pulling him out of the office. Leaving Jeremy behind, uncertain what just happened. Hesitates before darting after the two, both from the want to not be left out and a little worried what the older ghost was planning.

He thought they would go into a more private room. Maybe to Mike in order to test something. Instead, Scott walks through the front doors.

Jeremy stops just before he leaves the restaurant. Stares into the darkness, unsure where Scott and Fritz are without bright lights illuminating the parking lot. For once in over a year he actually contemplates going outside.

It fills him with terror, thinking about leaving the one place he’s familiar with, even if he only goes out a few feet. Because Fazbear Pizzeria has been the only thing he’s ever known since his death. It’s where the Toys are, the ones who have been there for him ever since the beginning of him haunting the restaurant. It has the sound of Mike’s voice echoing through the dinning room, the only living person he’s interacted with after being nothing but invisible to hundreds of other people.

What if he gets lost? What if something happens to him? What if he just disappears?

“Hey, Jerber.”

Jeremy nearly screams at the sound of Mike’s voice, turning away from the daunting outside to see a familiar smirked aimed toward him.

“You sc-sc-scared me!”

“Sorry, Douche Bag got sick of my ass, so I came to fuck with you.” Mike looks outside then back at Jeremy’s glare. “Want to go outside?”

The ghost wrings his hands before slowly nodding. “W-W-Will...will I d-disappear?”

“Phone Guy’s ass doesn’t,” the man muses. “Irish Jig walked all the goddamn way here. Why can’t Jerber’s?”

That...is a valid question. But what if he can’t? Fritz said Jeremy doesn’t have the energy to make the room cold because he had a quiet death. He doesn’t know how Scott died, but he’s made lightbulbs explode. So what if he doesn’t have enough energy to survive like the other two do?

Jeremy suddenly offers his hand, staring up at Mike with a pleading expression. The man doesn’t say anything as he takes the ghost’s hand.

It’s warm. Instead of feeling a freezing chill when someone walks through him, Jeremy’s hand feels warm. Like it’s actually being held. And then he’s being tugged forward as Mike opens the door and walks outside.

Mike isn’t left alone in the night as Jeremy fades away. The ghost stays right by his side, not even growing dimmer as they make their way toward what sounds like an argument.

“It’s not my fault I apparently repel ghosts!”

“Who else’s would it be!”

It takes a moment for Jeremy to realize the voice Scott is yelling at isn’t familiar. And at first, he doesn’t see the unknown person. But he does sense something. Like a bad feeling. One that makes him want to run in the opposite direction.

He doesn’t resist Mike’s gentle pull as he guides them closer. “Hey, assholes, you forgot the fucking Jerber.”

Fritz gasps when he spots them. Scott turns to them with a look of remorse. And then a living shadow gives them a smile.

That. That is what’s giving him the bad feeling screaming danger.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. I didn’t even think about it,” Scott murmurs.

“Jeremy, it’s nice to properly meet you,” the shadow greets. “Scotty’s told me so much, I was disappointed when you weren’t part of the welcoming party.”

Now that they’re closer, the shadow becomes a tall figure. With long hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a Fazbear uniform. Who’s a deep purple from head to toe.

Scott gestures to the man, as if he doesn’t feel the paralyzing sense of terror radiating from him. “Jeremy, this is Vincent. Fritz, this is Mike. Mike, Fritz.”

Fritz stares for a moment. Gives a small wave. “H-Hi.”

“Your boss is a dick, Irish Jig.”

That earns Mike a smile. But Jeremy can’t seem to move.

“So about this repellent,” Vincent begins as he looks Jeremy up and down with interest. “How does it work, exactly?”

“I-It’s a sense.” Fritz only looks concerned. Opens his mouth to say something before deciding against it. “You feel like danger, so spirits will automatically avoid you. Some can ignore it. Others, n-not so much.”

“Fucking with shit, Purple Guy?”

“Seems like it,” Vincent hums. “Tell me everything you know.”

Jeremy has a feeling it’s going to be a long night.

#I'm excited to start getting further into the worldbuilding #we've got so much lined up #and while I know it's super niche #I hope ya'll are enjoying it #have a great weekend!#FNAF bois #BTE writing #Ghost Jeremy AU #To See And To Hear #cw #content warning

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