Dayshift At Freddy's Oneshots!

Rebecca

"Everyone You Know Is Fighting A Battle You Know Nothing About."

Harry only broke down once.

And when he did, it was terrifying.

One moment he was standing and awake, and the next she was screaming over his body, limp on the floor, giving occasional twitches that were the only signs that he was still alive. Eventually she was separated from him: she didn't know how. It must have been Abel. Abel must have taken her away. Bastard.

She hadn't been able to work properly until Abel let her see him. It didn't work. Despite most of her mind being on Harry, she was still trying to grasp faint memories that hadn't let her be since Joe had told her about Harry's alive-name. She thought that Rebecca could have been her name, because the word had been floating about her head when she had first woken up and realized that she had a phone for a head. She had started calling herself by what she thought was her name, until Abel had heard. He put a stop to it, informing her and several of her coworkers that they were not to call themselves by anything other than Scott, and in Rebecca's case, Scottie. However, the seed had been planted, and Rebecca could still remember parts of her old life. Rebecca's life.

Rebecca had been a hair stylist.

Rebecca had died in her twenties, on her second day of her new job.

Rebecca had been trying to raise money for a new apartment.

No one had seen Rebecca die.

They hadn't realized that Rebecca was missing, until they saw her, dead, in the saferoom, at the end of the day.

Scottie had had another life, before the one she remembered.

The length and quality of which varied.

That had led to Rebecca asking Harry about his, when he had woken up. He still wasn't able to do anything aside from talk, and so it gave them both a perfect distraction to speak to each other about their lives.

She had asked him about who he had been.

He told her that he couldn't remember anything. Then he asked her if she remembered Joe.

Of course she remembered Joe. He cursed more than a sailor stubbing his toe.

Joe had apparently told Harry about who he had been. He didn't believe it, but still, he reasoned, it didn't really matter if he told her or not. So he told Rebecca about who he once had been.

Harry was young when he died. Younger than Rebecca had been. About 21.

Harry had fought in the Vietnam War.

Harry got a part time job at the local Freddy's after he came back from the war, and ended up excelling at that part of his career.

He stopped after telling her that part of his story. Rebecca told him about herself- or, who she had been, really.

They dropped the conversation after that. Rebecca had to get back to work. But no one said that she couldn't ask Joe about him.

"Do you remember Jake? That one rogue Phoney?" Joe had said. She nodded.

"The opposite happened with Harry. His family went looking for him at his old job." Joe shook his head. "Even with a phone for a head, his mother recognized him. Ran over to him. Let me see if I can remember what she said..." the phone man trailed off for a moment. "Ah! Something along the lines of 'Harry, we've been worried sick about you! Take that dumb phone-hat off and come home!" Joe paused. "He couldn't recognize them. Abel came in, at that point, and had the police take them home because they were 'harassing his staff.' Joe shook his head again, looking down at his feet. "Harry just stood there while his own mother was dragged off-premises, calling out to him by his name." he looked back up at Rebecca. "Is that all?"

She nodded. So that's his story.

Authors Note: NEXT STOP, JAKE!! CAN I GET A WAHOO?