Jeremy's POV
Today was the last day of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It's a sad day, and I'll miss the anamatronics.
I walk to the Pizzeria to see everything torn down. The paper dolls, streamers, drawings, everything. All of the scraps were thrown into the Supplies closet just in case somebody wanted to buy them for their children, or something like that. I look around to see Scott, my boss, packing something in the box. They were anamatronic parts.
I run over to the colorful box filled with parts to see a part from all of the anamatronics. Foxy's hook, Bonnie's head and guitar, Freddy's top hat and microphone, Chica's head, BB's head, and more.
"Scott, what are you doing?!?" I cry in embarrassment. I don't take these things well.
"Just packing all of this junk up. It's useless, unless you wanted them," He replied. I ran to the Parts & Service room. Everything was gone. The empty heads, suits, and extra parts. I huddled up in Foxy's "cove" and felt like crying. I wish Mike were here. Sure, he's a tough guy, unlike me, but he sure knows how to heal a broken heart. I don't want him here, I need him here.
"Jeremy, lets-" Scott said, pausing. I heard a scream, and gurgles of... Liquid?
I ran over. It was unpleasant.
Scott was dead.
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Forgotten and Lost: A Five Nights at Freddy's Story
FanfictionMangle. The one who was ripped apart, torn away, and hidden in the shadows. Follow Mangle in her story. Her daily life. As scary as it is for her, explore her world through love and horror.
