The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 22-

Sometimes when I see annoying kids in movies I would really just want to *becomes William Afton*

-Mari

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"Hey, Fritz right? Nice to meet you man, I'm Jeremy, the new night guard."

It was 30 minutes to 12 am, and your coworker Fritz was about to finish his shift. He was just finishing closing everything and messing around until the night shift would start and he would get to go home.

"Oh hi, I heard that you and [Name] were friends, I'm sorry for what happened. She was hot-headed, but everyone loved her here," Fritz said in a comforting tone, which made Jeremy almost laugh.

"I know, thank you... But we have to go on with life, so how about you go home before? I'll finish here and start my shift, alright?" With a smile, Jeremy started lightly push the other man without him knowing, until he was outside.

"I guess."

"Sweet, see you man, hope you recover too."

And with that, Jeremy watched Fritz go away with his car, then locked the entrance door. When he turned around you were already sitting on one of the tables, legs and arms crossed with an annoyed face.

"If I wasn't dead I would punch him for calling me hot-headed." You got up and smiled at the little heart attack you gave your friend.

"Where did you come from?!"

"The vents. These bad bitches could fit an entire animatronic inside and everyone still asks themselves why birds make nests inside."

After the change of clothes you made that evening, thanks to Henry that went to your house to take a few, you needed to be sure that you had the keys for the storage, and were there. You went to the room and strangely found the door not locked, happy to find the trailer for the robots in there and not in the power room.

"Come on Jeremy, let's get to work." You took the trailer and bought it outside, near the stage.

"And the work starts with...?" He asked, waiting for you to respond.

"Bonnie? He was the first to move and the only one that could go inside the room. So the plan is, I work with Bonnie and you work with the others in the office, got it?" You said smiling.

"Why do I have to be the one on the front line, I'm sure opening a robot chest shouldn't be that hard," Jeremy complained, throwing his hands in the hair in frustration. After a second he realized he had to help you by the look on your face.

"First, I'm the one working with an animatronic face to face, while you have doors, second, opening a chest of an animatronic isn't hard, but taking a body out of it is." You both successfully put Bonnie on the trailer, and pushed it inside the room.

"You should go, it's almost midnight. I'll tie him up myself," you said. Jeremy had still a lot to talk about, but he had to do it your way because of the lack of time.

Midnight stroke as soon as you finished tying Bonnie down the table. You immediately started to do all the procedures to open his chest, and when you did you almost threw up.

The acrid smell was everywhere, and little Jeremy's body was crumbled up inside the robot, blood all over the endoskeleton, piece of flesh going inside the skull and the arms of the animatronic.

But even like this you needed to get him out and bring him to his family, so that they can give him a proper funeral, like yours the next day.

As you were starting to scrap him out of the metal, the robot woke up. As soon as he did his eyes darted at you, as he tried to free himself.