My Nights At Freddy's (An OC Self-Insert)

A Brand New Problem

The next day, as I walked into Freddy's, I could tell that something was off. Very off. I walked to the break room, stopping outside when I heard a loud, muffled voice coming from behind the door. I listened carefully, shoving my ear up to the metal. The loud voice was Vincent, who seemed to be in an argument with someone else. I tried to block out the rest of the noise from the buzzing of fluorescent lights and music from the stage, attempting to listen even closer. Vincent was shouting at someone, who was trying desperately to keep their voice down. It was Scott, and he seemed fairly distressed.

"You'd better hope you'd keep your fucking mouth shut, Scott!" Vincent growled from behind he door. 

There was a bit of mumbled whispering and low talk before Vincent opened the door forcefully and stormed off. Luckily, he didn't see me behind it. I stepped inside slowly and quietly. Scott looked distraught and worried, nervously glancing around the break room. Upon laying eyes on me, he straightened himself out and cleared his throat, throwing on a cheery smile.

"Oh, hey Juniper! Good to see you, ready for your shift? There's a birthday party at 12, and--" I interrupted him.

"What was that all about? Are you okay?"

 Scott's smile faded, and he glanced away again, mumbling something under his breath.

"Huh?"

"O-Oh, yeah! Just peachy. Uh-- Let's just get ready for this party, okay?"

"Riiiiight...Yeah..." I frowned and scratched my head, my eyes darting from him to the side and back again. I could tell something was clearly wrong, but the fact that Scott wasn't spilling the beans made me feel even worse about the situation. But the feeling drifted to the back of my mind as I silently began helping Scott get ready for the party.

As I did, I just couldn't help but keep thinking about yesterday's conversation with Clementine.

"...Scott?"

"Yes Juniper?"

I was silent for a moment, debating on whether or not I should even continue this talk. Hesitantly, I did.

"Do you know anything about the kids that went missing in the 80's?"

I figured that the rumor was probably just that, a rumor drummed up by competitors to pettily decrease business for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
But when Scott went dead silent and stopped his work, I looked over with concern.
I couldn't see his face, but I could tell that Scott was extremely shocked.
It was silent, until he hesitantly spoke.

"How do you know about that?"

"Well, I mean...I was 8 I think... I was really young and wasn't around for it, but my parents and my friend's parents had heard things. They were really hush-hush about it. I had forgotten about it until yesterday, when my best friend Clementine came in with her own kids and reminded me of it."

Scott went dead silent again, before sighing and shaking his head.

"If we're going to talk about this, we have to do in private. We can't do it here in front of everyone. It's...not good for business..."

He swallowed.

"It's really not safe to talk about it in here at all. After your shift today, we can talk about it at the coffee shop across the street."

"No no no! Not there. I mean, I uh--"

"Oh, right..." Scott lowered his voice awkwardly.

"I forgot you kind of got fired there... Sorry." He shook his head, frowning under the phone mask. Of course, I couldn't see it, but the tone of his voice and his slumping shoulders told me enough.

"Well, fine. If we can't go there, meet me in the mall, in the food court. It's not the most private place, but it's bustling enough that no one will be able to hear us. And, also--" He trailed off slightly, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"Do me a favor, and please don't tell anyone about us meeting, or about what I'm going to tell you. Especially not Vincent, if at all possible."

With that, we cut off the conversation with a nodding exchange to each other. Whatever he wanted to tell me must have been really important.

Scott walked away and I pondered his words for awhile, doing miscellaneous bits and bobs of work where needed. The whole rest of my shift, his words kept repeating in my mind. I really hoped this was just some elaborate joke for new employees, or a playful hazing of sorts. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. I was pleased, however, that a certain eggplant-hued loser kept to himself today, instead of bothering me.

Work finished soon enough, and I had to meet Scott like I'd agreed to. So to the mall I went.