Jeremy had felt like a son to Henry over the past few years. That was why Henry worried when Jeremy told him he was taking a job at a new Freddy's restaurant.
"What if the killer is still there?" Henry asked.
"Henry, I'm eighteen now. I can protect myself. Besides, this guy's a wimp who goes after helpless kids. I don't think I have too much to worry about," Jeremy replied.
Henry sighed. "I guess so. It's just... I worry about you. You've become like a son to me."
"I promise I'll be careful," Jeremy said.
Henry nodded. "That's all I ask."
Jeremy chuckled slightly. "See you later, Henry." He waved as he left.
"See you, Jeremy," Henry called back.
The restaurant looked cheerful and colorful, but only in daylight. Jeremy had the night shift, and the shadows made everything feel off. The new animatronic models on stage gave him an uneasy feeling.
As he walked to the security office, a child's laugh echoed.
"What? There shouldn't be any kids here right now," Jeremy muttered, following the sound.
He stopped in front of a small statue: a blushing little boy with blue eyes, brown shoes, dark blue pants, a red-and-blue striped t-shirt with two buttons, and a matching propeller hat. One hand held a balloon, the other a sign that read: Balloons!
"Why does everything here have to be so fucking creepy at night?" Jeremy whispered.
"Hi!" the statue said, and its eyes moved to follow him.
Jeremy jumped back, accidentally kicking it. "Fuck! I hope I didn't break it," he muttered, realizing it was probably just an animatronic.
A small whirring sound made him look down—and the figure was there again, staring straight into his eyes.
"What do you want? I'm just here to do my fucking job!" he yelled.
The animatronic sped away. Jeremy exhaled. "That thing is fucking creepy... at least I can get back to work."
He finally made it to the office and sat down. The phone rang. Jeremy answered, and a man's voice on the other end gave him rapid-fire instructions—how to use his flashlight, that the building couldn't run out of power, and how to use a Freddy head to trick the animatronics' sensors. Jeremy absorbed it all.
The first night was stressful but manageable. As he left, he passed a music box he had seen on the camera. There was something familiar about it—but he couldn't place it.
Then a voice filled his head: "Save them... save him..."
"STOP! MY HEAD! IT HURTS!" Jeremy screamed, clutching his skull.
"WHO'S THEM?! WHO'S HIM?! I NEED TO KNOW WHO YOU WANT ME TO SAVE!"
Suddenly, the voice stopped. Jeremy breathed heavily. "Am I going crazy?"
Days later, Jeremy had one final day at work. This time, he was on day shift. Children filled the tables, laughing and playing. A scene made his stomach drop:
"Quit being a chicken! Get closer to it! You were the one that wanted to come here!" an older boy yelled at a younger boy.
"But Foxy scares me..."
Jeremy intervened. "Stop that! If he doesn't want to go near it, he doesn't have to."
The older boy scoffed. "And why do you care?"
"Because I've seen how this could end," Jeremy said firmly. "Let me ask you something. How would you feel if you caused his death? If that animatronic suddenly sliced through him, or bit off his head?"
The boy's face went pale. He bolted.
Jeremy knelt down to meet the younger boy's eyes. "T-thank you..." The child said.
"No problem," Jeremy responded.
Jeremy's eyes flicked behind him—and he froze. He saw something that looked like Bonnie... but made of darkness, with pure white teeth and eyes.
A whisper pierced his mind: "Jeremy..."
"What?" he whispered, confused.
Before he could react, Foxy went haywire — lunging at him, teeth sinking into his skull.