Five nights at Freddy's (Complete Fanstory, 1-4)

The Third night (Jeremy)

Footsteps were heard in the hallway again. If it's Foxy..."Hey! Night two, wow!" It was P.G.

"You sound as if you were expecting me to fail the nightshift. Maybe even die," I stood up.

"What, no! I'm just surprised. Most would quit after the first night,"

"Or die."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, if you please. Fazbear entertainment is secure and tight about safety. These animatronics are harmless, really! It's just their servos, staying off for too long causes them to roam around at night. They can also walk around in the day, but they have control." P.G grinned.

"Control? Wow. So these animatronics are out of control? Malfunctioning? Which only happens at night? When I'm here? You're so full of shit," I hissed at him.

P.G gave me a narrow look. "I think our conversation is done Mr. Fitzgerald. Go home, you're tired." P.G turned back to the hallway and left.

I was really annoyed with P.G now, he's such an ass. I walked through the dining room and out the doors. Not even taking a second glance back at the pizzeria.

Same thing happened when I came back home, ignoring my parents, shuffling my feet no matter where I went and just collapsed onto my bed. I just..had no control over it.

I was so very tired, now that I think about it, there was never a time I was more tired. It was, strange. I'm pretty sure my mother just came into my room and yelled at me to wake up, probably trying several ways to wake me up, but I never felt this tired. My eyes just dropped within a second...

"-Wake UP!" My eyes opened slowly to see my mother shaking me awake again.

"Jeremy, what is that job doing to you? You come home at 7am, at the least, and sleep away the entire day! I've tried many times to wake you up, but you couldn't even hear or feel a damn thing! Jeremy, what makes you so tired from your job that you have to sleep away almost an entire day?"

I sat on my bed, looking at my crossed mother. I hate to lie to her, but if she knew- "I dunno, I just, never been so tired in all my life. I felt like I could sleep away an entire WEEK. The job is very stressful, Mom, believe me, it's hard enough that I have to work the nightshift, and stressful enough when.."

I stopped, I stared at my mother. She would think I'm insane if I told her that the animatronics move at night, BY their own control. Yet, P.G told me they are out of control...(how is that-?)

"When what, Jeremy?" My mother folded her arms.

I checked my watch, 11:35. "I have to go, sorry." I quickly grabbed my uniform and went back to the bathroom.

"Jeremy!"

"Look, mom, I don't want to be fired, Ok? It's already a drag because they will only pay me $100.50 just for one week! You said it yourself, I need the money."

I heard my mother sighed. My bedroom door closed on the other side. God, mom, if only you saw what I saw. But you can't, you never can, I would very much just like to keep this hidden.

I'm positive that most would not believe me, but, I really think it was best to leave it be. None should find out the secrets of Freddy's, but sadly, I was the one to let it reveal itself to me...

The pizzeria really looked like it was starting to dull away. Fading as if an eraser was rubbing it away. I exited and locked my car door. Picking up my ring of keys to open the front doors into the pizzeria.

I walked through the dining room, keeping my eyes straight, hard not to look at any of the animatronics. Tough to say is, I know where all the animatronics are, but Foxy is the only one without a location. Unless the ass is hiding somewhere very clever.