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Scott stared at the camera, eyes drooping a bit as he watched it. It was 3am and he had no interest in being here. No interest at all. Especially because every five seconds one of the animatronics jumped out of the dark to try and attack him. He leaned back in the chair, trying to catch his breath after Freddy had appeared out of nowhere and Scott almost forgot to put his mask on. When suddenly the alarm went off. Scott shot up and looked over at the camera for the front door. A blonde man in a blue hoodie and jeans had somehow unlocked the door. He swiped a keycard, turning the alarm off. Scott got out of his chair and flicked on the flashlight to go investigate, taser latched onto his belt.
When he got to the entrance the man was fumbling with the keycard, almost dropping it onto the floor with a small "shoot!" Before standing up and turning. The second Scott and the intruder locked eyes he screamed, jumping back and clutching his chest to catch his breath. Scott just stared at him, face set in a frown.
"Jeez Louise! You scared me!" He chuckled, "I forgot that we had nightguards!" The intruder said; he smiled so bright it lit up the dark entryway, Scott ignored this and frowned.
The man's British accent was very obvious, which should have been weird in Utah. Though, his own Scottish accent coupled with the British of his fathers and Australian of his bosses made it feel semi-normal.
"Who are you exactly?" He asked, stepping closer with the taser now in hand.
The man stepped back, hands up in surrender, "Woah! Hey let's not get ahead of ourselves here!" He chuckled then abruptly stopped when he realized Scott wasn't laughing, "I'm Jimmy. I work here during the day."
"Jimmy" handed Scott his keycard. Scott looked it over, it was in fact a valid keycard. The same one Scott had hanging off his belt right now. Except clear as day were the words "Jimmy Fitzgerald-Solidarity" in the same spot where "Scott Afton" sat on his own badge.
"Weird-ass last name," Scott said, looking at Jimmy then back to the face on the key card before handing it to him.
"Oh uh-" Jimmy blushed, "Yeah! Sorry! Usually people just choose between the two!" He took the keycard and clipped it onto his pants, which is when Scott realized the hoodie he was wearing was cropped.
"Uh huh," Scott looked him up and down, to be honest, Jimmy was extremely attractive. He had tan skin and freckles that dotted his whole body. He also had big brown doe eyes that were honestly just adorable. Scott pushed all of that from his mind, "And why are you here at 3 in the morning?"
Jimmy blushed again, cute, "I left something here in my locker..." He muttered.
"And you remembered it at.... 3am?" Scott asked, skeptical, "You really shouldn't be here. It's not safe at night."
Jimmy gave Scott a confident smile, "I should be perfectly safe with you here!" He said before walking off to the employee area.
Scott groaned and face palmed before following the blonde. He was weary as they walked, watching out for the animatronics which happend to be nowhere to be seen currently. Scott couldn't tell if that was good or bad. He stood in the doorway as Jimmy located his locker. Then watched as he froze.
"What are you waiting for?" Scott asked, a bit colder than he meant to but overall he didn't care much.
Jimmy sheepishly turned to Scott, "Ah... you see I- uh... forget my locker combination.."
Scott blinked at him a few times, "Let me go get the master key from the desk." He sighed and Jimmy thanked him softly as he walked back to the main security office.
Once he got in he was immediately greeted by Toy Chica, who he ignored to grab the key. Clearly not the reaction she wanted, she pounced on him, only for Scott to shine the flashlight in her eyes and watch her run away. He rolled his eyes and got hold of the key, hearing a scream on his way back. Scott broke into a full sprint down the hall, suddenly hearing laughter. Puzzled, Scott opened the door to find Jimmy laughing at Toy Bonnie who shot a glare Scott's way when he walked in.
"Hey! Did you find the key?" Jimmy asked happily, walking past Bonnie as if he were a normal object.
"I- yeah. Yeah I did," Scott handed Jimmy the key, "Why did you scream?"
"Oh! He scared me," Jimmy said casually, pointing to the blue bunny animatronic.
The same animatronic, that before Jimmy had arrived, attempted to murder him.
"I'm sure he did," Scott said, eying the animatronic who weirdly, wasn't attacking.
Jimmy walked over to his locker, Scott followed as he wanted to see what was so damn important that Jimmy felt the need to come and get it at 3am instead of waiting for his shift the next morning. As he unlocked the locker and opened the door he flinched and jumped back, hitting Scott in the chest. Both men fell back onto the floor, Scott hitting his head on one of the benches. They both groaned in pain as Scott shoved Jimmy off of him. Bonnie stood there just staring at them, definitely judging them both.
"Sorry!" Jimmy exclaimed, standing up and putting a hand out to help Scott stand as well.
Scott ignored him and stood, using the bench as leverage, he felt a bit dizzy but it didn't matter much, "What now?" He asked, impatiently.
Jimmy looked in the locker, there sat a balloon boy action figure. He took it and turned it around so its back was facing them, Scott gave him a look.
"It's creepy!" He shuddered.
"And that isn't?" Scott questioned, motioning to Bonnie who continued to stare at them.
"No," Jimmy replied, then pulled out a plushie.
Scott flinched when he saw it, it was a Freddy plushie. It had been three years, and Scott could never get over the way he watched his little brother's head get crushed in the animatronic's mouth. He shivered at the memory of the blood, the screams of his friends, just the pure horror. The scrambling all around, the sound of sirens, close, but so far away. Scott could still remember his dad screaming in his face “What have you done!?” Joel grabbing Scott’s shoulder and pulling him away from the scene, to a side room and just letting Scott cry in his arms. He hadn’t spoken to Joel since then. Seeing his face, any of their faces, it was too much. It all came rushing back every time he did, like he was still in that room, still laughing, still horrified at what he’d done.
"What's it for?" Scott asked, hardly able to keep the fear out of his voice.
"I babysit my niece, it’s her birthday soon. I thought this would be a good enough gift," Jimmy then smirked, "She likes Freddy, he’s her favorite, and I happen to have the key to the claw machine on the game floor."
Scott couldn't help but smile. For how timid and awkward Jimmy had seemed upon first meeting him, it turned out he was pretty confident and weirdly, Scott liked him. He would never admit that though and the second he realized he was smiling he fixed his face back into the deadpanned expression he had before.
"That's sweet," Scott said, "But why didn't you come back for it in the morning when you have work?"
Jimmy froze, "I-..." He then looked at Scott, blushing at his own stupidity, "I didn't think of that..." He muttered.
Scott fought back a laugh at the behavior, scoffing instead, "You are so dumb."
The blonde flinched but smiled anyway, "I know!" He said happily, Scott almost wanted to take it back, "I'm gonna go home," Jimmy began walking out of the room.
Scott followed, not wanting to be alone in the room with Bonnie. That just sounded like a death wish, which wasn't something Scott personally wished for at 19. Especially not from that tin demon.
"Are you walking?" Scott asked, realizing there wasn't another car aside from his own in the parking lot.
"Yeah!" Jimmy nodded, then went to the door.
"How far do you live from here?" Scott was slightly worried about Jimmy walking home in the middle of the night.
"It's 30 minute walk, it's not that bad," Jimmy replied, Scott winced, "I'll be fine. Thanks though! It was nice to meet you!" And with that Jimmy walked out the door.
Scott just stood there for a few moments. That had to be one of the weirdest interactions with a co-worker he'd ever had. And he had to endure his father pretending to be someone else. Speaking of, the second Jimmy walked out the door Bonnie was at his side.
"Fuck off Bonnie, I don't have time for you," Scott groaned, pushing the toy animatronic to the best of his abilities and getting back to the office.
“You don’t need to be mean to him, he’s just doing his job,” Cleo piped up from… somewhere.
”Yeah, doing his job means trying to murder me because he thinks I’m my dad. Great,” Scott said sarcastically. ”Why didn’t he try to attack Jimmy?”
”Same reason,” Cleo commented, as Scott entered his office. She was sat in the seat with her feet on the desk.
“Where’s the puppet?” Scott asked, pushing her feet off and sitting where they were.
”Where do you think?” The ginger replied, pointing to the music box that hadn’t been wound up again yet.
Scott scrambled to click the button, letting out a sigh of relief, before turning back to the girl. Cleo was only 15, she was X’s daughter. His father had killed her, why? Scott had literally no clue. He just knew she was the most coherent out of all the ghosts. Especially his brother, who could only say one thing. “It’s Me.” Trying to make sure Scott knew he was there. Which he didn’t have to do, since Scott knew he was, but whatever. Tango (who shared the suit) wasn’t any more cohesive, he spent most of his time pissed the fuck off. Scott wasn’t sure what his father had done to make Tango more angry than any other kid, but it had to have been something, because that dude was mad.
Scott spent the rest of the night trying to defend himself and almost dying, like he did every night. He had it down to a science at this point, and when it hit 6am, he slumped in his seat and sighed, exhausted.
X came around at 6:30 when Scott was going to clock out, stopping him at the prize counter.
”Hey!” He smiled at the younger.
Scott’s stomach turned, he hated talking to X. Not because X was mean, rather because Scott talked to his dead daughter every night.
”Good morning,” Scott gave a forced smile.
”So, I’ll cut to the chase,” X began, never good, “We need a day guard. Our last one quit yesterday. Could you cover?”
Scott almost laughed, “Do day and night shift? Ha! No thanks.” He said shaking his head.
”No, not day and night, just day,” Xisuma corrected
”Who would cover nights?” The younger asked, turning to his boss with a worried expression.
”Your father, or maybe Ralph-“ Scott cut him off right there.
“Ralph,” He said quickly, “Keep my dad on day shift.”
X looked at him confused, “Why?”
Scott scrambled, trying to think of an answer before blurting, “My dad doesn’t have experience in that.”
X nodded, “That’s true… Ralph it is! Thanks, Scott,” He clapped him on the shoulder before clocking in and walking away.
Scott let out a sigh of relief. Those kids didn’t deserve that.
As Scott got into his car, he wondered about Jimmy. The day worker who had stopped by. He pushed it aside, maybe he’d see him tomorrow.