Long Overdue <Fnaf- Toy Chica x Jeremy>

Chapter One~

Jeremy Fitzgerald was the brand new night gaurd for the 'new and improved' Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. The line of 'Toy' animatronics had been introduced to replace the old withered ones.
In total there were 10 animationics to look after. The four main 'toys', the four main 'withered', and the two miscellaneous animationics at the prize corner, Balloon Boy and the 'Puppet'.
Jeremy had thought it would be peaceful on his shift. He was quite the coward, and night had always seemed blissfull to him; in a way. "Who would break into a pizzaria?" He remembered thinking earlier that day.
But at Freddy's, break-ins were the least of your problems.
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Jeremy checked in at 12:00am.
"All i have to do is sit here until 6. That should be pretty easy..." He said quietly to himself.
"Hello? HELLO!?"
Startled by the break in the silence, Jeremy jumped up from his leathery black swivel-chair and banged his funnybone on his cluttered desk.
"Ow..." He groaned, rubbing the sore spot with his other hand.
"Welcome to the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria..." the man on the phone continued. He had a rather peculiar tone of voice, as if he was trying to stay calm. The phone guy's pre-recorded message continued playing; Jeremy hardly paid any attention to it. The only thing that caught his attention was the fact about the animatronics roaming around, and him potentially losing his life.
"Just make it to the end of your shift and you'll be fine... Good luck!"
"N-Nothing to be scared about, r-right?" Jeremy asked himself allowed, expecting no response.
"Correct-o-mongo Mr. security gaurd sir-o!" Somebody replied cheerfully. It was the new toy chicken animationic, Toy Chica. Jeremy pushed away from his desk, started by the intruder. He practically fell off his chair as he slid backwards.
"W-w-wha..?" Jeremy stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.
"What? I just wanted to say 'hi'! You're new around here, so you deserve a welcome, um... whats your name?" Toy Chica asked, a bit of attitude in her robotic voice.
Jeremy looked down at his pale blue uniform, expecting to see a nametag.

Oops, i must've forgotten to wear it...

"M-my name- my name is Jeremy... Jeremy Fitzgerald..." Jeremy replied, begining to calm down. Toy Chica giggled.
"Put er' there Jeremy!" She announced, holding out her glossy yellow hand.
Jeremy didn't shake it. "Oh come on man, how old are you? Six? I don't have cooties." Toy Chica said. Annoyance could clearly be heard in her voice. Jeremy still didn't shake it.
"H-how did you get into my office so fast? Are you going to... are you going to... k-k-kill me..!?" Questions raced through Jeremy's mind faster than his mouth could move.

I should've stayed home... what was i thinking... now i'm going to die..!

"Woah woah woah, what? Kill you? Jeremy, chill out! I'm not gunna kill you..! Yeesh. Why would i..!? I just came to say hello..." Toy Chica was clearly hurt by Jeremy's rude outburst.
"B-but the phone- the phone man just said..."
"Here, look. We're not here to hurt you. We just want to play, or party, or eat. Thats all. What ever that guy said, don't listen to him. He dosn't know the half of it..." Toy Chica trailed off. She began walking twords the opened air vent.

She came in through the VENT!?

"Have a good night Mr. Jeremy... I'll see you tommorow..." Toy Chica said, re-entering the vent. And with that, she was gone.
"Wha-what just happened..?" Jeremy asked allowed, confused. He looked at his sweaty palms and stiffened in his chair. "Ew..."

~That was just the beginning