Dayshift At Freddy's Oneshots!

Roger

Roger liked being outside.

Comes of living in an apartment with three roommates. He preferred being alone. It was less embarrassing to lose his train of thought when he was only talking to himself. So he walked around, not sure where to go but not going back home until he was ready to talk to people again. Today he found himself at a graveyard.

Looking around, he stopped at the dates on the gravestones, realizing where he was. Realizing that hardly any of the people who were buried there lived past twenty.

He was back at Freddy's. Back home.

It's good to be home.

And it was simultaneously not good, considering the memories it brought back. Of having to deal with the eggplant zombie-man before Faith burned down her restaurant. The memories of him waiting outside the restaurant for Faith. She had told him that she wasn't going to make it out, but he clung to the faint hope that his friend would still live from the fire. Harry had to drag him away from the door so he wouldn't get burned. Roger looked around the graveyard, trying to find names he recognized. There were a few names that lived past twenty, and he assumed that they had been Phone Men before they passed the second time. Abel Brannigan. Joe Fawkes. Terrence Chapman. Everett Scott. Roger had briefly met Everett. He seemed... well, cheerful was an understatement. But he was nice. He looked around more, finding a familiar name in the back. There were three with the same surname, filling Roger with a sense of melancholy that he wouldn't be able to get rid of in a long time. One died when they were 21. Another at 31. The last at 6. Roger sat down in front of the graves and read the names again, and again, and again.

Faith Kennedy. Peter Kennedy. Dee Kennedy.

(A/N: I need requests now I don't have any more phoneys that I know well enough to write about.)