Hey Author-kun here! And I've had this his idea for a while, just got a laptop and I refuse to use a phone. :D
(!CAUTION! FNAF BELONGS TO SCOTT CAWTHON)
Speaking
Thinking
(Author speaking)
(3RD PERSON)
O-oh my! What am I gonna do?!
17 year old Jeremy Fritzgerald was panicking, well more than usual anyways. He needed a job, and fast. But there he was, staring at the town bulletin board dumbfounded, because there was nothing there. NOTHING, completely empty!
But just as he was about to walk home defeated, it hit him, like literally hit him. A newspaper smacked him in the face, sending his little body tumbling backwards to the ground and onto his bum with a yelp. He grabbed the paper and pulled it from his face, and carefully looked over it. "C-come be a part of the new face of... F-FREDDY FAZBEARS?!" A huge dopey grin bloomed across his face, letting his freckles make themselves known. Jeremy was ecstatic!
Freddy Fazbears?! This was his dream job! Now when most people think of a smelly pizza place filled with screaming children and run-down animatronics, they don't think of home. But Jeremy wasn't most people. If this was any other restaurant, he would just throw the paper to wind and move on. But this wasn't just any pizza place, this was Freddy's!
I can't believe it!
Jeremy excitedly grabs the newspaper, folds it and jams it into his fuzzy sweater pocket, as he skips home. His loafers making quiet clicks on the pavement, and a smile on his face. He hopped up the porch stairs and gleefully opened the door, twisting the knob before pushing it open. He attempts to walk up the stairs to his room quiet as a mouse.
"Where were you?"
Jeremy flinches.
"I-I was at the s-store...." he averted his eyes staring at the ground, sweating. "You should tell me where you're going, I was worried" his voice was smooth, but Jeremy knew better.
No no no...!
"I-I'm sorry Dad..." he could feel his voice getting smaller. "Look at me when I speak to you" Jeremy's eyes shot up. "Pull your hair out of your face, you look retarded" his father stepped closer, Jermey didn't dare to move. "You know I care about you, right?" the silky voice he had used was completely gone
there it is
"Y-yes...." Jeremy stammered "Then you understand, I don't wanna lose you either. I'm doing this because I love you" His father threw him into a hug, squeezing and making it hard for him to breathe.
I can't breathe
He dug his nails into Jeremy's shoulders leaving bruises. His breath hitches, and tears pricking in his eyes. "I don't like to worry Jeremy, and I don't like scaring you. But if that's what it takes to get you to listen. Then so be i-"
A loud beeping rips through the air, making his father let go of him. "I have to go." He says as he rushes out of the door, leaving Jeremy. Once it slammed shut, he crumpled to the ground letting tears flow freely. He grabbed his shoulders, shaking and whimpering quietly. After he sat on the floor attempting to calm himself down for 30 minutes. He stands up and shuffles up the stairs. He reaches his door, and thrusts it open and throws himself onto his soft bed, snuggling close to to a giant sloth plushie he won at a carnival
Smells like Mom
He felt his stomach churn. He pulled himself up to keep from crying. He took a look around his room. It was filled with machines and tools, they were put away neatly stacked with care on shelves. His walls were a pale pink, with a soft brown carpet and a desk in the corner across from his bed. His desk was also crammed with tools and half done projects, drawings of random animatronics tacked to the wall, with Freddy's Pizza Place! themed stickers stuck on the desk and stand up cabinets.
Jeremy lets out a long sigh. "I-It's O.K Jeremy. He's gone, y-you're safe now. A-and soon you'll be out of here..." he said, he felt his eyelids become heavy, smiles to himself softly and he let sleep consume him, gripping his fluffy blanket. And had a wonderful dream with of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, and a strange shadow in the background.
(YES HAHA, FINALLY! Oh my god! This took so long, but it was so worth it! I'm gonna try to post everyday, or every other day. Mainly because what else do I have do, go outside? Anyway I'll see you guys later! Milk-Kun out! )
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Our Little Jeremy
Fanfiction17 year old Jeremy Fitzgerald, a small shy boy, has 2 safe spaces. His room, and Freddy's Pizza Place. So when he gets the opportunity to work his dream job, he jumps at it. But when he sees what poor state his favorite furry friends are in, he feel...