All of the workers gathered into the back room, their shift hadn't started yet. At least three of the workers were smoking cigars or cigarettes. The oldest, whom was smoking a cigar, took it out if his mouth and puffed out smoke. They sat around a small circle table that was green on top with a checker board painted on top, so it was presumably a gambling table for chess, checkers, and card games. The head of the employees-the oldest-cleared his throat and the rest all looked at him.
"We got a new guy," he said, his voice raspy and old. The others started whispering, but the head of the employees pounded his fist on the table, telling them to be quiet. The all shut up immediately. He started chuckling. "Alright, we are gunna do a bet."
"What's the bet?" Asked a scrawny thin man with a long mustache. The old man chuckled more, but ended up coughing loudly as smoke puffed out of his mouth.
"The bet is what night the new guy will die on," he said. "I mean, did you see the new guy? He has no bones on him, and he's thinner than mustache Joe over here!" He said, pointing at who we now know as Mustache Joe. The others chuckled, but Mustache Joe just covered his face with his hands.
"So, we're gunna do the plan?" Asked a much more buff guy smoking a cigarette.
"Yeah. We're gunna activate the animatronics and let them walk around at night, and since they have the facial scanners, they're gunna come looking for the people. So, which night do you think he's gunna die on?"
"Heh heh...you never know, he might not die at all," asked a man with a scraggly pony tail and a huge grin of his face. He had a plate of what seemed to be toast in front of him. The others nodded in agreement.
"So, it's settled! We just wait for him to die for our enjoyment..." Said the head of the employees. Then they all got up and left, ready to start their shift.
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Jeremy straightened his tie, almost ready to begin his first day on the job. He slipped on his black shoes and made his way downstairs, eager to leave before-
"Oh, Jeremy sweetie, you look so dressed up in your night guard uniform! Here, let me get a picture." Mrs. Fitzgerald started walking towards him with a camera. Jeremy backed away and scrambled out the door, running as fast as he could away from his house.
"Sometimes mom just doesn't understand that I don't like getting my picture taken," he said, whistling and waving his hand, calling for the taxi.
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Survive 5 Nights-FNaF 2 Fanfic
Fanfiction"Can't you hear it, Jeremy? My whispers, my voice, calling your name. I used to be like you: Alive. But you don't know me. But I sure know you. And I can't believe you took the job. *sigh* Listen to me, Jeremy. Something bad will happen to you soon...
