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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Five_Nights_at_Freddy's
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Fitzgerald/Purple_Man_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Vincent/Jeremy,
      Jeremy_Fiztgerald_&_Animatronics
  Character:
      Jeremy_Fitzgerald, Purple_Guy_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Mike_Schmidt,
      Phone_Guy_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Dave_Miller_|_William_Afton, Freddy
      Fazbear, Foxy_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Bonnie_(Five_Nights_at
      Freddy's), Chica_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), The_Mangle_(Five_Nights_at
      Freddy's), The_Puppet_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Golden_Freddy_(Five
      Nights_at_Freddy's), Plushtrap_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Shadow_Bonnie_
      (Five_Nights_at_Freddy's), Fredbear_Plush_(Five_Nights_at_Freddy's)
  Additional Tags:
      On_the_Run, Illegal_Activities, Child_Death, Secret_Relationship,
      Emotional_Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Underage_Sex, Underage
      Kissing, Frottage, Eventual_Smut, Slow_Build, Anthropomorphic,
      Shapeshifting, Major_Character_Injury, Schizophrenia, Praise_Kink, Voice
      Kink, Panic_Attacks, Shyness, Crying, Jeremy_is_fifteen_and_Vincent_is
      forty_one, Possessive_Behavior, The_Marionette_is_a_bastard_and_Dave_is
      secretly_a_pervert, Rituals, Occult, Dialogue_Heavy, sentient
      animatronics, Secrets, Blood_As_Lube, Vincent_is_insane, NOT_REBORINCA'S
      AU, Sorry_Not_Sorry, Someone_help_Jeremy, NOT_YOU_VINCENT_SIT_DOWN, Male
      Slash, Gay_Male_Character, Obsessive_and_Protective_Purple_Guy,
      Declarations_Of_Love, Alternate_Universe, Vincent_is_a_creepy_ass_man
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-21 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1470
****** Sinister Echoes ******
by GhostsOfTwilight
Summary
     When life comes at you fast, it comes hard, and that's what led
     Jeremy Fitzgerald to become the shattered, anxious teenager he is
     today.
     But he decided enough was enough when he broke free from a vicious
     cycle of neglect and abuse at the hands of his own flesh and blood.
     Starting a new life as a runaway in a quiet town and landing a part
     time job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza as the newest night watch, he
     comes across a purple haired head security guard who takes a severe
     interest in the boy to the point of borderline fixation.
     Along the way, Jeremy eventually befriends the sentient animatronics
     and gets pulled into the disturbing past and present of the pizzeria.
     Things seem pretty straightforward at first, but there's a deeper
     evil lying beneath the woodwork, and a strange puppet master is at
     the helm.
     What if there's a darker reason why the children's spirits haven't
     yet been freed? And can Vincent be trusted in the end?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
[ I will draw you in

Whisper sweet nothings in your ear to build you up and make you feel important;
special

Bind you to me in ways you cannot possibly imagine

We will become as one, body and soul...forever.

And then I’ll drag you into an eternal darkness and into my arms.]
===============================================================================
His whole body shook, bones rattling in the constant fear of the future that
loomed before him. Heart pounding so hard against his ribcage as his pulse
pressed outward, jerking the veins.
It was a normal routine of his anxiety, where he felt his throat lock up and
his palms glistening with beads of sweat that presented his figure with a cool
sensation that caused his body to shudder and convulse slightly, stormy grays
darting over to the sleek, black plastic of the phone near the wall.
So many what ifs, and all of the possible scenarios circulated through his
mind. He'd get rejected because of his age, right? He didn't know if this place
even hired teenagers; the information in the ad didn't exactly specify.
A quick glance down at the ad circled in red ink brought up the smiling face
and glassy painted eyes of the animatronic top hat and black bow tie wearing
bear known as Freddy along with the loud, bold text underneath the children's
mascot.
Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria!
Where fantasy and fun come to life!
Family Pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift. 12 am to 6
am.
Monitor cameras and ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
No experience needed.
Beaten and bruised fingers grasped onto the telephone, broken orbs glancing
down at the numbers blankly in hopes that they would save him from the broken
home that'd trapped him in the emotional, verbal, and physical suffering at her
hands.
Forget the bitch. She doesn't matter now, she has no power here. so why the
hell are you still hung up on her? Are you really that pathetic that you need
to cling onto the past?
This slithering whispery voice was nothing new in his fractured mind, in fact,
it was the only one he heard now. No more happy or helpful encouragement that
his thoughts would provide.
Now there was only hate and disgust that constantly hung over him like an
infectious cloud. But in its own way, it helped him with his next harsh
thought.
Make the damn call, Jeremy.
Come on, you're never going to get anywhere if you act like a fucking pussy all
of the time.
I don't care how nervous you are.
Just. Do. It.
One pale finger managed to ease itself onto the first keypad, soon quickly
dialing the correct order of numbers, and soon the earpiece was being pressed
up against his ear where three rings were heard.
Click.
"Uh? Hello? Hello? Hello? is Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria- where fantasy and fun
come to life. Scott speaking. How can I help you?"
The man's voice on the other end was deep, but somewhat jittery with a
combination of fatigue within his tone, almost like he was just as anxious of
the call as Jeremy was. Heavy breathing came over the line and the young teen
realized with a burst of a heavy weight of embarrassment that it'd came him.
Jeremy gripped the phone tightly, and instantly responded in his normal,
stupidly soft and shy voice that's filled with nothing but stutters and pauses.
"Oh, uh...I-I..I'm sorry, I saw an ad in the p-paper a..about a part time job
in the pizzeria..."
There was a shuffling of papers and a clear of a throat from the receiving
line. The man sounded like he was checking something up, before he spoke again.
"Well, how old are you? You sound pretty young, but I-I really need to know,
because we don't hire anyone under the age of eighteen."
And there it was. The swell of disappointment and fear that he felt before he
made the call. His breath caught in the interior of his throat and Jeremy can
feel his heartbreak as his hand squeezed the base of the phone so hard that he
thought he'd snap the device in half.
"Hey, are you still there? Young man?"
He had to resort to begging, as reluctant as he was.
"I-I'm fifteen, and I know you just told me you guys d-don't take anyone under
the age of consent, but please... please, I need the money…" A familiar wetness
formed in the corners of his eyes out of desperation, and before he could hold
his emotions back, tears were steadily cascading down his cheeks, voice
cracking.
There was a soft sigh on the other end, and the boy knew Scott was losing his
patience, and why wouldn't he? He'd been called by some dumb, stuttering,
overly emotional kid looking for a job and the man probably had more important
job related work to attend to than comfort.
"Oh no, pl-please don't cry...look, I-I'm sure you're nice, but rules are
rules, young man. I'm so sorr-"
The man halted in mid sentence and a soft murmur of voices reached Jeremy; one
is the man's, the other's was low and confident which made the boy pause in his
heartbreak, unsure of what they were saying.
After about five minutes, a new voice answered after a soft intake of air.
Velvety smooth and dark, soothing, a far contrast from the previous one.
"...Hey, hey….don't cry, alright, kiddo? I'm gonna get you in."
Jeremy froze and sniffed quietly, unable to stop his lower lip from quivering.
This man seemed actually wanting to help him, and disbelief ate away at his
mind for a split second. He'd received "help" once far too many, only to have
someone take advantage of him in one way or another. So he was a bit skeptical,
but did wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt.
"T-thank you...s-so much...but w-what abou-?"
The guy must be a mind reader because he answered what the boy was going to ask
right before the words are out of his mouth.
"Forget about Scott, this is about you. Look, we'll talk over the details when
you arrive. How's tomorrow around…." A pause. "...Nine sound? It'll be a date
between just between you and me."
There almost appeared to be a hint of flirtation in his tone, and Jeremy went
slack jawed, unsure how to formulate a proper response; after all, it wasn't
every day you're being hit on by an adult man. He managed to get his mind back
on track soon enough to the voiced inquiry.
Jeremy didn't have anything going on with the fact that he just arrived here,
and didn't start at his new school until Monday. When he called his grandma,
lying came into play and he said his family was moving.
It worked.
All of his transcripts and documents had already been transferred over by his
eighty-something bedridden grandmother who went in the night from her old age a
couple days later.
And now, he really was alone, but maybe this could be a new start for him and
he knew he needed to begin looking on the brighter side of his rough life.
"... Yes, s-sir...I'll be there." He replied quietly and the man's response was
to laugh breathily into the phone, like Jeremy said something that was almost
arousing in some way. Almost as if he was turned on. He talked akin to someone
who had came across a long lost friend at random and couldn't wait to catch up
on old times. Far too excitable.
"Excellent. I'd tell you the details about Fazbear's, but there are certain
regulations I need to follow-can't be getting into too much trouble. Oh, and
one last thing, look for a man named Vincent. You seem like a smart boy, so I'm
sure you'll pick up on exactly who he is appearance wise. Alright? Please do
have a wonderful evening."
The phone clicked off without another word and Jeremy sunk down into the couch
cushions where his body was fatigued and weighed down from his past anxiety.
Placing aside the stranger's odd behavior in the back of his mind for the time
being, pale arms wrapped around an old pillow to press his cheek against the
fabric, his eyes shutting.
His heart pounded in fear at the thought of actually getting a job and the pain
in his chest was slowly ebbing away as well as his heart rate decreasing after
what was like an eternity. Breathing helped sooth his nerves.
He let the realm of sleep take him with the resolve that he'd make things
better for himself and knew he could and everything would be alright, and turn
out a little better in the end.
End Notes
     If anyone has any constructive criticism, please leave it in your
     comments. I can only get better if people help me out.
     Also, before you say "The first chapter was too short", I sometimes
     have trouble with making the first ones of my stories long and
     detailed. And this happened to unfortunately be one of those times.
     So that was why, I'm asking if anyone would be interested enough in
     helping me revise the chapter a bit, be a beta reader of sorts for
     the ones I have trouble with.
     I already have the second chapter and where Jeremy's first shift
     happens planned, so I just need that extra little push.
     I've never collaborated with anyone before, so I think it'd be pretty
     fun.
     But you'd need to be okay with underage stuff also know as age gap
     pairings. So, say in the comments if you're interested.
     On my last note, it sucks Five Nights at Freddy's is kind of dead. I
     don't want it to die, and I don't want my good ideas to go unnoticed
     by the fandom.
     So, anyway please, please, guys. Help me out? I despise asking anyone
     for help because it makes me feel weak and I want to try to figure
     things out on my own. But everytime I do, I end up feeling insanely
     frustrated with myself, like "How can I do this properly?"
     Maybe I am just putting too much pressure on myself to be the best.
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