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“Welcome to Fazbears!” Jeremy said his smile starting to falter looking at the guest. This is a terrible job.
“Hello?”
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No deleting questions, either!
Vick groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. God, he wanted to punch something. Or slit someone’s throat. Something violent to release his frustration with this whole mess anyway. “You’re supposed to say “Freddy Fazbooth’ because management thinks puns are cute.” He grumbled, almost hissing it through his teeth.
“Was management at least nice enough to give us water at least?” Being outside in the heat in a hot as balls mascot costume was not pleasant, no matter how much Vick liked being in Fredbear.
The younger work took out a piece of gum starting to chew it. “Yeah.” He said setting down two warm bottles of water on the counter. “Fazbooth sounds dumb.” The young man said opening hsi book to go back to reading. Jeremy reached under the table pulling his backpack out to search for his wallet. “How hot is that water?” He asked tensing seeing a few kids startign to rush towards the booth. One younger and several older kids. He glanced at vick snatching his mascot head from the table before the kids came barging up asking questions.
“Breathe.”
Jeremy let out a breath. He pressed his back against the wall. He closed his eyes taking deep breathes. His hand scrambled to press play on the cassette player. “I..I thought I wind the music box?” He said hand covering his chest.
“ I-I can make that happen!” He was joking as well although his tone sounded a bit too excited at the idea. He felt his face fliush slightly as he heard himself speak, his grip still unchanging as he took lazy steps. “ I-I mean, I wouldn’t do that, i-it hurts a lot.” He quickly spat out, shuddering at the thought of Foxy actually hurting the other.
“ I-I already told Finn,er, Foxy that hurting you is taboo, buuut he’s not the best listener so-” He cut himself off as the other shook his arm, finally realized where he was led and silently cursing himself. He never liked his forced home, it was dark and the sense of death hung heavy in the air. “ D-Do I really have to stay here? I’d rather stay in the guard room with y-you.”
“No this is your room...You have to stay here.” Jeremy said, he tapped the counter. “You could sit here on the prize counter, but no going into the guard room tonight.” He said removing his hand from the others. “I’ll be working the day after tomorrow all day. It’ll be my first day shift, maybe I’ll get to work the prize counter.” Jeremy said, though he hoped to be working the arcade area more than the prize counter.
“Robin Hood: Men in Tights” Starters
[Feel free to adjust pronouns to fit.]
“Hey nonny nonny and a ho ho ho!” “I’m so sorry, but we cannot seat you without the proper attire. See?” “That’s much better. Now, I leave you in the capable hands of ____.”
“And if there’s anything you require, please don’t hesitate to scream.” “And which king might that be? King Richard? King Louis? King Kong? Larry King?” “Now that you’re here with me, what we have is great strength of feet!” “Oh, damn my eyes!” “I just told him/her/them the good news and… and… and I’m in deep shit.” “I hope someone’s getting the video of this.” “Your back just got punched twice.” “Okay, honkies. Time in!” “But you grew some nice boobs!” “Unfortunately, my *relative/authority figure* couldn’t get me into the National Guard.” “Pissed off? If I was that close to a ____’s wiener, I’d worry about getting pissed on.” “I’ll pay for this! … You’ll pay for this! Kill them! Wait, I’ve changed my mind!” “Good. Tell him/her/them that. And tell him/her/them I vow to put an end to the injustice. Right the wrongs. End the tyranny. Restore the ____. Protect the ____. Introduce ____. Demand a four-day workweek and health care for ____ and ____.”
“You better get out of that tub before that thing begins to rust.” “I hope against hope, I wish against wish, that the heavens/*whatever* bring me a kind, wonderful, gentle ____ who possesses the key to my… heart.” “The day began so good. I had a good night’s sleep. I had a good BM. I don’t wanna hear any bad news.“ “Maybe if you tell me the bad news in a good way, it won’t sound so bad.” “Looks like a Seder at Vincent Price’s house.” “It’s very fascinating, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to hurt you.”
“Not the point. It’s the principal of the thing.” “What part of ____ you from? South Central/*wherever*?” “Man, white men can’t jump.” “You look ravishing, my dear.” “Rumors of your beauty have traveled far and wide, yet I see they hardly do you justice.” “It’s been a wonderful party, and I’d/we’d/they’d love to stay and all that, but I’m afraid I/we/they really must dash.” “That’s disgusting.” “I/we/they didn’t land on ____. ____ landed on me/us/them!” “Now, ____, the object of this exercise is to hit the target.” “What are you smelling?” “Take a heavy rock. Put it where I’m sitting. Then pull that lever.” “Kiss me! Kiss me! Touch me!” “I was that close. I touched it.” “And who might you be with the long feather in your hat?” “Suck what?” “____ is gonna be D-E-D. Dead.” “But first, I must warn you: it could only be a kiss. For I am a virgin and could never… go all the way. Unless, of course, I were married. Or if a ____ pledged his/her/their endless love to me. Or if I knew that he/she/they desperately cared for me. Or if he/she/they were really cute.” “____, fix your boobs.” “Schmuck!” “Oh, good. They’ve opened the salad bar.” “You’ll be mine? You’ll give yourself to me every night? And sometimes right after lunch?” “Would you care for a blindfold?” “Consider this foreplay!” “It is the key to the greatest treasure in all the land!” “It’s not the size that counts! It’s how you use it!” “I always wanted to marry a ____.” “Wait. I have an idea. Call a locksmith!”
Kicks down door and charges in. "HEY, ASSHOLE, WHAT'S--oh..you're not Vick. Damn. I was hoping I could harass him today." Pouty face.
Jeremy blew the noise maker at the chicken “nah, I get to annoy him with this noise maker tomorrow though.” He said leaving the freddy mask on. “You should nip at him next time he tries to steal parts from ya.”
“Breathe.”
Jeremy let out a breath. He pressed his back against the wall. He closed his eyes taking deep breathes. His hand scrambled to press play on the cassette player. “I..I thought I wind the music box?” He said hand covering his chest.
He scowled at his words, obviously unhappy with the thought of being friends with other guards. He’d never gotten along with any of them, but that could’ve been because he was easily hostile towards them versus his kindness to Jeremy. He didn’t bother to notice Jeremy’s movements and only clinged to him more as if the other might melt away at any moment. His mouth twisted into a pout.
“ Th-They won’t be as great as you or as pretty! You s-seriously can’t think of leaving the pizzaria forever!”
“Well yes, I mean the only way I could stay forever would to be an animatronic.” He joked starting to drag the other back to his box. Jeremy dug around his hoodie pocket for a pen light. “Plus even if I got full time here they would probably transfer me.” he said humming seeing the prize box getting closer. “Or who knows, maybe Foxy will take a bite out of me and I’ll get to haunt this place.” He jested stopping infront of the prize counter. He gave his arm a shake trying to signal they were home for the other.
“I don’t know, I don’t care, I don’t like Fritz.” Not that Vick liked anyone but that was beside the point. “I just wanna find the fucking booth and sit down.”
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have minded the kids flocking to him, since he actually liked being Fredbear. But the heat, coupled with an asshole who stole the booth, and just adults in general had really put him in a rotten mood.
“Or I can just deck the asshole.” He said, shoving the Fredbear head at Jeremy as he started walking towards the booth.
Jeremy struggled holding both heads. He slid the bonnie head on trailing after Vick. “Now, Vick there’s no reason to punch people.” He said keeping up with the other. He turned his head keeping a few booths in mind. He had to get the “diva” back in their booth so he could go get food for them. Maybe once Vick cooled down and ate his mood would lift. As the pair approached the booth, one of the day shift workers sat reading their book. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear booth...” They said looking up, “Oh hey, was wondering where you two got off too. Boss said you can take your thrity whenever, but not to do it in the suits.” He said opening a bottle of water and taking a long swig from it. “He also said we’re staying till close, something about wanting to hand out some more garbage to kids. He left a bag for you two.” Jeremy set the head down on the table “We aren’t doing house calls in suits are we?” He asked picking up a brochure to read it through. He didn’t want to be on call with Vick to be Fredbear and Bonnie.
“Shut up. It wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t here with you.” He took the head off the suit and held it under his arm. “It’s hot, I’m miserable, pretty sure my arm is overheating, I don’t need to deal with your shit and someone else thinking they can steal our booth.”
“I thought Fritz was manning the both.” He said gesturing over to a shaded tree. “I am not that bad of a Bonnie admit it.” Jeremy said smirking as he pulled on an ear watching it bounce a little. “I’m surprised by the amount of kids that were tripping over themselves to get to you.” he said using a paw to block out the sun more to look for their booth. “Oh, I think I see it over there...It’s either ours or someone else with balloons... We should really demand extra pay for this.”
“I bet they moved our stuff just to spite me.”
“Well that’s we get for being roped into this stupid town festivals.” Jeremy said taking off the Bonnie head. “Or you know we just lost the booth.” He said sighing. “How did we get roped into this again “Fredbear”?”
"Do that again and I will throw you in."
“Really? It’s just water.” He stared at the naga hand reaching down slowly getting ready to splash the other with water.
‘THINGS HEARD IN THE SUMMER’ STARTERS. ( A MIX OF THINGS HEARD AT THE BEACH, POOL, CAMP, & EVEN AT HOME. )
“ You coming in? ”
“Don’t splash me!”
“I have sand everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE.”
“I don’t want to get wet!”
“I can swim by myself you know.”
“Will you hand me my sunglasses?”
“It says no diving you idiot.”
“It’s a castle made out of sand. A sandcastle.”
“Ready? 1, 2, 3….!”
“How long are we going to be here exactly.”
“Why are there so many guys in speedos?”
“Don’t untie my bathing suit- STOP THAT.”
“Do that again and I will throw you in.”
“Watch out!”
“WHAT THE FUCK JUST TOUCHED MY FOOT.”
“Wow you look really good- and tan.”
“I found Dory, we don’t need to search for her anymore.”
“Play some music- yeah?”
“I think that’s a crab?”
“OH SHIT IT IS A CRAB.”
“I don’t want to get out.”
“Don’t touch me. My hair is wet, I’m all sandy, and I want to die.”
“It feels like bath water in here.”
“I just swallowed water am I going to die?”
“If you fall into the pond doing this I’m going to laugh. I hope you know that.”
“See, that’s what you get for running across the bridge you piece of crap.”
“Why the heck did you just throw your bottle of Gatorade? Who does that?”
“Remember that time a seagull ate my hotdog? Because I do.”
“I don’t even like the beach. Why am I here.”
“I bet they moved our stuff just to spite me.”
“COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD!”
“Oh- She’s/He’s/They’re hot.”
“I can feel myself about to be burnt to a crisp. I hate the sun.”
“Breathe.”
Jeremy let out a breath. He pressed his back against the wall. He closed his eyes taking deep breathes. His hand scrambled to press play on the cassette player. “I..I thought I wind the music box?” He said hand covering his chest.
He nodded eagerly and when the other moved his hands, he laughed lightly and allowed his hands to be moved away. Of course only to grab one of his hands in a death grip, and entertwine their fingers together. While the teen certainly didn’t look dead, no rotting flesh, no bones pering through skin, nothing except pale skin, but the deep stench of blood and slight mold made it very clear that he was not a living person.
At the other’s words he let out a whine of complaint. “ Wh-What? Come on J-Jeremy, you’re the best guard and those loser guards are just going to fuck up like usual!” He complained, unknowing to Jeremy’s actions as he continued to whine. “ I won’t n-need a cassete if you come to work everyday, come on love!”
“It might help.” He said not wanting to mention his job hunting. “I am only part time, plus if you give the other guards a chance you might like them.” Jeremy pointed out looking at the hand. He jerked looking at the hall way, his breathing stilled trying to listen for any footsteps or grinding of gears. He shook his head reaching down and snatching the cassette player up. “It’ll be easier if I just make you some songs instead of me working here everyday.” He said his hand going slack in the other’s grip. “I’m sure someone else will come along.”
“Breathe.”
Jeremy let out a breath. He pressed his back against the wall. He closed his eyes taking deep breathes. His hand scrambled to press play on the cassette player. “I..I thought I wind the music box?” He said hand covering his chest.
He stayed still, his eyes not once leaving the other. “ I s-suppose picky isn’t th-the right word, impatient works b-better.” He seemed completely emotionless and the stillness truely showed how dead he was, no suble chest movements, nothing. Complete stillness, that is until the other started to sing.
The soft singing seemed to completely snap him out of whatever trance he was in and he quickly rushed forward, his hands cupping the other’s face and a lopsided grin on his face. Sharp fangs glittered until the florensent light and even with the slightest of words it was obvious that he was easily swayed by any sort of singing. “ Y-Your voice is so pretty, I wish I c-could have you as my music box.”
Jeremy laughed nervously. “Yeah, well...You, you’ve must have heard right?” He said hands shaking as they reach up to remove hands around his face. He was never fond of how close the other got to him. Jeremy took another breath trying to not let the smell bother him. “So, you have to be good. Tomorrow, just tomorrow.” He said thinking of the poor guard that would be his replacement. He started to move towards his cassette player. He didn’t want to leave it, he toyed with a thought. “If I makes you a cassette of me singing, then you can have your music box.” He had to keep this situation light, it was his last night and it was best to make it a good one.