Jeremy x (Female) Reader

An Unexplanatory Chapter Name~ 😞

    "Y/N M/N L/N!!" my aunt's voice yelled. "WHY THE HECK WEREN'T YOU AT HOME LAST NIGHT? YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR SISTER!! THIS IS WHY YOUR PARENTS DIED! THEY WANTED TO RID THEMSELVES OF HAVING ANY ASSOCIATION WITH A STUPID, INCONSIDERATE BRAT LIKE YOU!! THEY NEVER LOVED YOU!!!" I listened to the usual insults and sighed, waiting to be punished. Then, I decided I had had enough.

    "I had to get a job, Aunt C! You don't provide for Hannah and I like you promised Mom and Dad, and our power and water are going to be shut off if someone doesn't do anything about it! Listen, I am tired! I'm tired of putting off any and all human contact, just for you! I had to give up all of my friends for you! I hate you! I am leaving now, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it! Goodbye, AUNT!" I whipped around to dodge the usual punch she aimed at me-something that I had never been brave enough to do before-and I headed to my room. Packing up my scarce clothing and Foxy plushie in my dad's old canvas bag, I headed to my car and drove to the Sambo's Cafe. I sniffled and wiped my tears with the long sleeve of my night guard uniform. I parked in the parking lot, turned off the car, put my head in my hands, and cried, which is what I did every night.

    Tap tap tap. "H-hey, Y/N," I heard a familliar voice say. I looked up to see that it was Jeremy. He saw my crying face and said, "Woah, Y-Y/N! A-are you alright?" His voice was so concerned and loving that it just made me sob even more.

    "Y-yeah, Jeremy. I-I... I'm fine," I sniffed again and rolled down my window. "So," I started, "Whatcha doin' here so early? I mean, it's only been an hour. What, you missed me?" I teased and teased to try and hide what was going on. He looked at me with an unamused expression on his face.

    "C'mon, Y-Y/N! What is wrong?" he asked. I looked at him and the concerned expression on his face. I slowly let all the air in my lungs out and told him everything, from my parents' death to my aunt's terrible ways. By the end of my sob story, I was crying again.

    "And-and I always have to take care of my sick sister, and I try to stay happy for her, and I don't have a house anymore, and it's-it's-IT'S JUST SO HARD!" I heaved gigantic sobs. He opened the car door, crouched down beside me, and hugged. Eventually, I stopped crying, and we were just sitting there listening to my occasional sniffles and holding each other.

    "W-Well, Y/N. I-I think that w-we should s-start heading into the cafe. Y-You can s-stay at m-my house w-with me. I-I mean, only i-if you want t-to," he said nervously.

    "Ya know, I might just take you up on that offer, Jeremy. Thanks. Now, let's head into that cafe and chow down on some stuff!" I pumped a fist into the air. We smiled and walked into the cafe together.

    "Yo, Jere-boy!" a man yelled from a booth in the corner. "Who'd you bring with ya? Is dat your partner at Fatbear's?!" he continued waving us over and yelling. I noticed he was wearing a ski cap. "Hmm," I wondered. "It's probably 89 degrees in here... Why is he wearing that hat?" I also noticed that he had three people sitting with him. Two of them were looking down in embarassment, and the other was just grinning. He had purple-tinged skin and hair, but his eyes and teeth were pure white. However, he wasn't the only one that was a little weird-looking. One of the two looking down had a weird mask on his head. It was a red phone, and it was huge. The last one looked completely normal with red-orange hair and glasses, and he was a little chubby. Rather than looking down in embarassment as I had thought, he was looking at his food while eating. "Dang! He can eat fast! But not as fast as me~" I thought evilly.

    Jeremy and I sat down with the complete strangers--obviously not strangers to him though. "O-Okay, Y/N. This is M-Mike, Phone Guy, F-Fritz, and V-Vincent. Guys, this is Y-Y/N," he explained, pointing first at the the dude with the hat, next the guy with the phone on his head "Explanatory name," I thought when he said that, then the red-head who just nodded and continued eating, and finally the purple dude.

    When he finished, I looked to Vincent and said, "Nice purple, bro." He nodded and continued smiling.

    Phone Guy looked up and said, "Um, Y/N, if you ever get tired of calling me Phone Guy, PG is fine." Then, he looked down again. ((A/N: Okay. The story is going along pretty well, isn't it? Um, so I honestly do not know if A-I am going to keep the Vincent x Phone Guy or B- I'm just gonna make every one have a crush on Y/N. Except Mike~ Meh. VOTING TIME!!! Leave a comment, I mean, only if you want to...I dunno. ON WIT DA STOREH!))

    I looked to Mike, and saw that he had an odd, dazed expression on his face. I looked behind me and found my answer. There was a beautiful, curvacious red-head with a baby blue bow in her hair at the counter ordering food. When she turned around, I realized she was very familliar. My long-lost best friend. She looked around, trying to find the source of the burning holes in her back. All of a sudden, we made eye contact. I stood up, making the chair scrape away from the table. The guys all looked at me oddly, especially Mike, who probably thought something bad was about to go down.

    "Doll?"