"What the--!?"
Toby's subtle reaction underlined the awkwardness of the situation.
"What... what are you two doing in here?"
His eyes darted between Bonnie by the sinks, Chica on the ground, and the two of us grown men standing on a toilet.
"Hi!" Jeremy greeted Toby with a wave. I just blinked at him, still a little fazed by everything that had happened.
"Um... couldn't... couldn't ya find a better hiding place than the ladies' room?"
Oh for Scott's sake! Is that where we ended up!?
Jeremy pointed his finger at me, accusingly. "He dragged me in here."
"Dang. That's kinda kinky, Mr Schmidt, not gonna lie..."
It took me a moment to realize what he meant by that.
"Huh? Wha-- No! It's nothing like that!" I felt the heat of minor embarrassment rise to my face. "The animatronics were after us and this was the only place that was comparatively safe."
"Clearly..." Toby said sarcastically, shifting his gaze to the animatronics that practically had us cornered.
"Keyword: comparatively," I said.
However, there was something nagging at the back of my mind. Something I'd forgotten in the midst of all the hassle...
Right. Jeremy's face was rotting.
But... how was that possible? How could a living and breathing person decompose? Not to mention, Jeremy was far too mobile all the time to let insects crawl onto him...
"So... uh... how do we get these guys out of here...?" Toby asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Oh, and for Christ's sake, get off the toilet."
"Right..." I stepped off the porcelain throne, and helped Jeremy down, after which he hopped around the currently dysfunctional chicken before gallivanting out of the room, without even a goodbye.
Toby and I just stared at each other in indecisiveness.
"Y'know, you and Jeremy... not a bad pair--"
"Shut up before I punch you."
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It was funny, really. Just a few hours ago, I was certain that I wouldn't see the light of day ever again. But here I was, still alive. Still (figuratively) breathing.
And that was my last night. I was free for the weekend.
Of course, since I made no progress on how to free the souls yet, I had to work at Freddy's for at least one more week, but the next two days were all mine to enjoy.
The walk home, therefore, left room for thoughts besides my survival the next night. And of course, that meant I had to think about Uncle Henry.
It was strange how my feelings about him changed so many times in such a short timespan. As a kid, I loved him and his presence. After his arrest back in '85 after the Missing Children's Incident, I absolutely despised him. When I learned that he wasn't responsible for the murders, I sympathized with him, and my love resurfaced. And now, I've come back to hate. Back in full circle.
I unlocked the door to my apartment, greeted by the flies' familiar buzzing. Gosh, it stunk to high heavens in there. I grabbed a bottle of bug-spray in one hand and a bottle of perfume in the other, spraying their contents all around the place as I made my way to my bedroom, and that's where I stayed for the rest of the day.
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"Hello?" I muttered groggily into the phone.
"Hello, Mr Schmidt. Head of Management at Freddy's here."
"Oh... hello sir. Can I help you?"
"I know that usually, Mr Tobias Collins relays my messages to you. Unfortunately, he has met with some unforeseen circumstances, and no longer part of the Fazbear family. That aside, the nightguard who was to work tonight and tomorrow night in your stead resigned from his job at the last moment. While I hate to ruin your weekend, we'll need you to fill in his position."
"Wait... what happened to Toby?"
"Will you fill in or not?"
"Sir... could you please answer my question...?"
"We'll be expecting you tonight, 12:00 am."
With that, he hung up on me.
Having to work the night shift again that night was, momentarily, the least of my concerns. Not when Toby had, apparently, "left the Fazbear Family" due to "unforeseen circumstances".
I frantically dialed Toby's number and listened to the phone ring for a while. I knew when a Fazbear employee was covering something up all too well. HoM's refusal to answer my question wasn't a good sign at all.
Ringing...
Ringing...
Still Ringing...
"Hey-a! Toby Collins here! Apparently, I'm too busy to pick up the phone right now... please leave a message after the beep!"
BEEP
"Hey, Tobes, Mike here. Call me back, A-S-A-P."
I waited all day. No new calls or messages from him.
It wasn't until a few years later that I got to know about his whereabouts. But that's a story for another time.
Toby's unexpected abandonment wasn't the only surprise waiting for me that day.
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Another Five Nights
FanfictionFollows Michael Afton as he tries to survive a work week's time with killer animatronics that haunted his childhood. Or is that all there is to his blasted afterlife? Please note: This is an AU of the Five Nights at Freddy's lore made by Scott Cawth...
