No Nights at Team Crafted's (sequel to FnaTC)

Extra: The Ghost of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

No Nights at Team Crafted's:

Extra:

The Ghost of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

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Jeremy Fitzgerald stopping just outside of the building. He looked up to see the new sign atop, spelling out the pizza place's name, and with fun little characters decorating it. They were different from the characters at the original Freddy's, but he couldn't really complain. He'd only ever been to Freddy's once, and the animatronics there smelled horrible. He was glad the place got renovated. New animatronics, a new set up. And He was one of the first night guards to work there.

His breath could be seen in the cold hair, and his fingers were freezing off, but he pulled out some cotton gloves from his jacket pockets and put them on. He couldn't while he was driving. With that, he made sure he had his bag with his flash light and keys and walked up to the door, unlocking it, and stepping inside.

It was dark, but Jeremy made his way to his office pretty quickly. His office had a wide opening doorway, with no door it seemed, and a desk with a fan and posters. It was new, but boy did it look old already. Jeremy placed his things down on the desk and sat down, the chair squeaking and spooking him. But then the phone went off, and Jeremy saw that there was a message left for him. He pressed the flashing button, and the message played for him.

“Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path.” Said a voice.

Jeremy listened to the message carefully, and found that many parts of it made him question what the hell he was doing here. Criminal database? Protecting him? Jeremy didn't like it at all, and when the message was finished, Jeremy ended the messaged, but saved it for later. Once that was over, he got to his job, checking the cameras and looking down the hallways and vents with the flash light. That was what he was told to do, as odd as it sounded.

Hours went by, and nothing happened at all. Jeremy yawned. He should've brought hot chocolate or coffee to keep him awake. He could hardly keep awake once 4 AM rolled around. And for a good 10 or 15 minutes, he had stared off into space and didn't check anything. But then he felt a shiver, and sat back up. He blinked, grabbing the flash light and looking down the hallway in front of him. He didn't expect to see Foxy, but there the thing was, standing in the hallway.

“OH MY USAGI!” Jeremy pretty much screeched, wondering how on earth the fox was there. “What do I do?What do I do?What do I do!?”

“Give me that.”

Suddenly a voice came out of nowhere, and Jeremy turned to the side to see a man he had never seen before. That man grabbed the flash light from him and started to rapidly turn it on and off at Foxy.

Jeremy, the poor little weeaboo, was freaking out. But flickering the light at Foxy did get the thing to go away.

“Hah. I knew that would work. Stupid Mut.” The man smirked and handed the flash light to Jeremy.