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UwU

Jeremy squinted.

uwu “Hello there.”

“..Who the fuck are you?” Jeremy frowned.

“Actually, that’s my question to you.”

“I a-asked first.” He huffed.

He sigh. “Alright, the name’s Michael Afton, so now, who are you?”

“Jeremy F-Fitzgerald.”

He held out a hand, which by the way both of his hands and arms where wrapped but he was wearing a long sleeve shirt currently. “Nice to meet ya.”

He stared for a moment before accepting the handshake with his scarred up hand, “..You t-too I guess.”

#official--michael-afton

UwU

Jeremy squinted.

uwu “Hello there.”

“..Who the fuck are you?” Jeremy frowned.

“Actually, that’s my question to you.”

“I a-asked first.” He huffed.

He sigh. “Alright, the name’s Michael Afton, so now, who are you?”

“Jeremy F-Fitzgerald.”

#official--michael-afton

UwU

Jeremy squinted.

uwu “Hello there.”

“..Who the fuck are you?” Jeremy frowned.

“Actually, that’s my question to you.”

#Jeremy doesn't play these games #official--michael-afton

“I a-asked first.” He huffed.

UwU

Jeremy squinted.

uwu “Hello there.”

“..Who the fuck are you?” Jeremy frowned.

#official--michael-afton

UwU

Jeremy squinted.

#No #Anonymous

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Yeah..doctor said though my arm will most likely will never be the s-same considering it didn’t heal right. She dislocated it and broke the forearm..” He chuckled, “I have basically a flat arm.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

“Well, you’re talking to a person without a frontal lobe right now so there’s that. But this happened a long time ago, I just don’t remember what happened to caused it or how I fucking survived.”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

“..I won’t tell anyone though, so you don’t need to worry..I don’t have friends aside from you anyway.” Jeremy smiled

“Anyway, we’re changing the subject.” He winds up the music box again “Get away from the vent entrance, you damn duck.”

He pouted, flashing the light into the vent then jumping back, “G-geez.”

He sighs.

“At least they’re not too active right now, even though it’s 3 A.M.”

“..Though we’ve been ganged up on before..so I c-can’t help but be paranoid.” Jeremy snorted, “Seems Chica wants to say hi.”

“Heh, I know, I just hope shit like that doesn’t happen again.” He peeks at the tablet then winds up the music box “Well I don’t want to say hi to her.”

“Yeah..I don’t like how her beak comes off. It makes her look way worse.”

“Yeah, me either”

He sighs and continues to check cameras like normal.

“But, all of them look bad.”

“Course, you just hate all of the animatronics. I don’t think you even like a single one.” He flashed to the Freddy in the hallway.

“You assume right, Jeremy.”

He leans back in his chair some

Jeremy shook his head, “Such a pessimist.”

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

“..I won’t tell anyone though, so you don’t need to worry..I don’t have friends aside from you anyway.” Jeremy smiled

“Anyway, we’re changing the subject.” He winds up the music box again “Get away from the vent entrance, you damn duck.”

He pouted, flashing the light into the vent then jumping back, “G-geez.”

He sighs.

“At least they’re not too active right now, even though it’s 3 A.M.”

“..Though we’ve been ganged up on before..so I c-can’t help but be paranoid.” Jeremy snorted, “Seems Chica wants to say hi.”

“Heh, I know, I just hope shit like that doesn’t happen again.” He peeks at the tablet then winds up the music box “Well I don’t want to say hi to her.”

“Yeah..I don’t like how her beak comes off. It makes her look way worse.”

“Yeah, me either”

He sighs and continues to check cameras like normal.

“But, all of them look bad.”

“Course, you just hate all of the animatronics. I don’t think you even like a single one.” He flashed to the Freddy in the hallway.

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

“..I won’t tell anyone though, so you don’t need to worry..I don’t have friends aside from you anyway.” Jeremy smiled

“Anyway, we’re changing the subject.” He winds up the music box again “Get away from the vent entrance, you damn duck.”

He pouted, flashing the light into the vent then jumping back, “G-geez.”

He sighs.

“At least they’re not too active right now, even though it’s 3 A.M.”

“..Though we’ve been ganged up on before..so I c-can’t help but be paranoid.” Jeremy snorted, “Seems Chica wants to say hi.”

“Heh, I know, I just hope shit like that doesn’t happen again.” He peeks at the tablet then winds up the music box “Well I don’t want to say hi to her.”

“Yeah..I don’t like how her beak comes off. It makes her look way worse.”

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

“..I won’t tell anyone though, so you don’t need to worry..I don’t have friends aside from you anyway.” Jeremy smiled

“Anyway, we’re changing the subject.” He winds up the music box again “Get away from the vent entrance, you damn duck.”

He pouted, flashing the light into the vent then jumping back, “G-geez.”

He sighs.

“At least they’re not too active right now, even though it’s 3 A.M.”

"..Though we've been ganged up on before..so I c-can't help but be paranoid." Jeremy snorted, "Seems Chica wants to say hi."

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

“..I won’t tell anyone though, so you don’t need to worry..I don’t have friends aside from you anyway.” Jeremy smiled

“Anyway, we’re changing the subject.” He winds up the music box again “Get away from the vent entrance, you damn duck.”

#if only he knew #official-mike-schmidt

He pouted, flashing the light into the vent then jumping back, "G-geez."

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

He stared but gave a smile, “..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side..” Jeremy chuckled.

“Shush, the subject was already brought up anyway, so I might as well had say it.”

#jeremy will not let him live this down #official-mike-schmidt

"..I won't tell anyone though, so you don't need to worry..I don't have friends aside from you anyway." Jeremy smiled

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”

“S-still! I can’t believe this!” He blinked, “That explains the h-hats you always wear then too.” Jeremy groaned, “..I can’t believe I never knew.”

He sighs. “If it makes you feel any better, no one probably knows, and since I shared that with you, I want to keep it that way.” He winds up the music box again.

#jeremy: im tRUSTED :DDDDD #official-mike-schmidt

He stared but gave a smile, "..So..you t-trust me to keep this secret? You do have a soft s-side.." Jeremy chuckled.

“Today is a day that sages centuries from now will look back and say ‘THAT was a crap day in history’.”

Jeremy stared, “..That is probably the weirdest thing you’ve ever s-said, but yet I c-can agree.”

“I’m not wrong now, right? God. These animatronics don’t ever get this bad at the beginning of the week.”

“Yeah.” He huffed, “They’re the biggest asses at the end of the w-week, I swear.”

“It’s the same old thing and I really wanna throw them out the window. All of them.” Mike huffs, he’s salty tonight.

“It..g-gets tiring, I won’t lie.” He frowned, “I just want to stay h-home.” Jeremy grumbled.

“Well, it’s a Friday, at least we don’t have to come on weekends.” He gets the tablet and checks the cameras.

“Yeah..I g-guess.” He frowned, grabbing the flashlight and flashing down the hallway and vents. “..I just wish they’d g-give up.”

“Psh, if they wanted to give up, they would of probably given up when I was working at the other place.” He continues to check the cameras

He chuckled, “Yeah..though this is m-more normal then it should b-be and it’s surprising.”

“Yeah, I guess it is, but don’t jinx it.” He leans back in his chair a bit

Jeremy blew out some air, flashing the light rapidly at a fast pace. “I wonder how many times Balloon Boy will try to take the flashlight batteries.”

“He probably won’t ever stop because he’s a bitch.” He keeps checking the cameras

“I hope he gets punted one day.”

“I can make that happen.” He half-jokes.

Jeremy laughs, “This is the one time I’d say go and fight the animatronics.”

“Heh, I’ll remember that the next time balloon boy comes into the office.” He grins a bit.

He shook his head, flashing away the foxy at the end of the hallway, “..I wonder what Foxy does.”

He glances at Jeremy. “What do you mean by you wonder what he does?”

“I..never been attacked by him before, ya know?” He looked over, “It’s weird but I’ve even been attacked by Mangle, but not him.”

“I mean, he tried to attack me at the place I worked at but he’d just bang on the door then leave.” He grabs his cup of coffee and sips.

“..Mike, we got no doors.” He stared down the hall, flashing the light, “..Maybe he just jumps in or something, because I know the Freddy head doesn’t work on him.”

“I was talking about my place. My place had doors. But, here? Yeah that’s probably what he does. Either jumps in here or runs and jumps.” He shrugs and looks at the cameras again

Jeremy nodded, giving a stretch, “Remember the music box.”

“I remember.” He winds it up. “I dunno, Foxy has always been one of the most weird ones. But, wait, what do you mean Mangle has attacked you anyway?”

Jeremy smiled, rubbing his head, “Back on my first few weeks, Mangle..got a hold of m-me. She..tried for my skull but ended up with my arm.” He motioned the right arm.

He glances at his arm, which I’m assuming as a b ad scar on it, then he looks back at the cameras and winds up the music box. “Damn, I guess that’s somewhat lucky then.”

“Heh..Pancake arm. At least your head is okay though.”

He chuckled, “Yeah..” He sighed, “..Can people even live without a frontal lobe?”

Jeremy stared at him, “… YOU’RE JUST NOW TELLING ME THIS?!”

He looks at him. “Did you expect me to be open about it or something? I wasn’t going to randomly start up this conversation.”