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Enter An Afton or Two

"You have a plan, right?" Michael asked as he carried the empty Freddy head he and Henry had made. Jeremy and Michael had agreed to meet in front of the Freddy's so that the latter could help out with the former's shift, maybe also figure out a way to free however many souls were trapped in however many animatronics because multiple children had gone missing. Actually, that was the main reason Jeremy had allowed Michael to join.

"I thought you were taking care of it?" Jeremy replied, looking confused.

"Why would I know how to free dead souls?"

"Uhm. Well. I don't... you know what? Never mind."

"If it's because it was my father who killed them and you thought he may have somehow passed knowledge about spirits to me, you can admit to that," Michael said with a raised eyebrow.

Jeremy looked guilty as he nodded. "Yeah. Kind of. That was stupid, sorry."

"Eh, I've dealt with a lady who thought I'd go insane and murder everyone because I'm directly related to and look like William Afton. One dude accused me of being a clone." Michael shrugged.

Jeremy snickered. "Did you punch them in the face?" he joked.

"And sink to their level? How dare you suggest that. I wish."

"So..." Jeremy glanced at his watch. Three minutes to midnight. "We need to get into the office and I need to clock in. Are we just going to wing it since the plan is there is none?"

Michael opened the door and the two walked in. "I really don't think we have a choice."
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"Hello, hello? Hey, good job, night 5! Um hey, um, keep a close eye on things tonight, ok? Um—"

Jeremy muted the phone. "Not tonight, Phone Guy. Phone Dude. Whoever you are. Sorry not sorry but time to focus." He handed Michael a flashlight. "If you see either Foxy or the Mangle coming or I warn you of them, shine this where I say. If I tell you something is coming, put on your Freddy head, got it?"

"Yup," Michael nodded, though seemed to be a bit taken aback, as it was unusual to see Jeremy so serious and focused. "What exactly does the Mangle look like anyway?"

"Mangled," Jeremy stated as he wound the music box. "Very mangled. It was some Foxy redesign that kids kept tearing to pieces until that became the point of the animatronic, sort of a take apart and put back together thing." He flicked through the cameras. "Pink and white where any of the casing is left. You'll know him when you see her."

"Wait, him or her?"

"Yeah."

"Diversity win, one of the weird robots trying to kill us has a funky gender thing going on," Michael said with obvious sarcasm.

A slight grin appeared on Jeremy's face. "Thank goodness that the restaurant that caused the disappearances of several kids is taking a stand against discrimination." A pause to flick through cameras. "That's weird, I don't see Toy Bonnie anywhere-- oop, mask on. We got Toy Chica incoming."

The two of them waited in silence for a moment, Jeremy keeping as close of an eye as ever on the music box, until Toy Chica left again. The sound of a crash rang through the pizzeria, carrying into the security office. Jeremy and Michael shared a look of concern as they removed their Freddy heads. "Does that happen often?" Michael asked. Jeremy shook his head and looked at all the cameras. "Anything on those?" Jeremy shook his head to indicate no again. "I'm going to go check it out," Michael declared, standing up.

"Are you crazy?" Jeremy asked, looking at Michael like he that was the most idiotic suggestion he heard in a long time. It kind of was.

Michael flicked his flashlight on and off a couple times. "You've managed without me before, I have the flashlight and mask, and I don't have any experience managing the music box. It could be a bigger danger, so it would be best to check, right?" he reasoned.