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They hold a going-away party for him.
Jeremy isn't sure why, exactly. He's never been particularly close with any of his co-workers, and those he did speak to know how much he hates working there. Still, he supposes that working at the same Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria from freshman to senior year and then some, inspires some loyalty.
The banner is a garish shade of yellow, and his supervisor is standing under it with the sort of hopeful expectation that tells Jeremy he's the one who set it all up.
"Oh, guys, you shouldn't have!" He says, beaming. He means every word.
"We had to!" One of the younger workers says, "we're all going to miss you so much." He thinks her name might be Rachel or Riley, or Robert or something. They even got a cake, square and clearly from the super market,with his name painted on it in puke-green.
'Good Luck, Jemery!!!' it says in looping script. Jeremy, rather magnanimously he thinks, doesn't mention that his name is misspelled. "You shouldn't have," he repeats, accepting a side-hug from another coworker.
"Where are you headed, anyway?" Someone, who was probably named Todd, asks as he slings his arm around Jeremy's other shoulder.
"Still in Utah," Jeremy says, trying to edge his way out of the impromptu group hug. "Further out west, I got transferred to another Freddy's location."
"That's wonderful," his supervisor says, a bit misty-eyed. Jeremy thinks his supervisor may love Fazbear Entertainment more than his own wife. "You know, everyone, you'll have a family all over the country as long as there's a Freddy's." Jeremy meets Rachel/Riley/Robert's gaze, and they both roll their eyes. Jeremy contents himself with taking a slice of plastic-flavored cake, and sitting next to — Ronnie! That's her name — who's always stuck on bathroom duty.
"I'm gonna go crazy without you here, man," Ronnie says, scooping a piece of cake onto her plastic plate, "everyone else here's a lifer. I might just quit."
"You'd only be here on the weekends, though, right?" He's pretty sure that Ronnie's going to community college, or something.
"Yeah," she sighs heavily. "Just, being here bums me out, I think. I feel like everyone's moving, except for me."
"Aw, c'mon," Jeremy says. He almost says 'that's not true,' but it demonstrably is. Everyone he went to high school with is either long gone at college, or settled down in some no-name suburb. "You'll find something," he says instead. "Doesn't have to be here." Ronnie nods thoughtfully.
"Where are you headed, anyway? I mean, besides 'west.'"
"Uh, Hurricane. Apparently it's where Freddy's was founded. But they've kinda let the original location go. Dunno why," Jeremy replies.
"Huh," Ronnie says. "Hurricane's a weird name for a town."
"I think Hurricane's a weird place," Jeremy says. "Apparently they don't even have a mall. Isn't that sad?"
"Depressing," Ronnie says with a raised brow, "sheesh, you won't be stuck there for long, right?"
"Oh, hell no," Jeremy laughs. "I think like a year, max. I just need to save up, and y'know the salary's better out there because they're so desperate."
"That is weird. If it's the original location of the franchise, why would they have trouble staffing it? I mean, look at this place." They both look at their coworkers milling around, at least fifteen of them came to the going away party. Jeremy's had a face to face conversation with maybe three of them, and he knows another ten work here besides.
"I don't know," Jeremy shrugs. "Seems like it's just old. At least it'll be out of the city."
"Yeah," Ronnie says. "There's that."
"Anyway, try not to lose it while I'm gone," Jeremy flashes her a smile. "You were always my favorite."