Pizzeria Simulator and the (not) Brand-New Managers [FNAF : Michael x Jeremy]

Day 0 : Here We Go Again!

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Day 0

Here We Go Again!

[Come to join us, you will have your own special business with Fazbear Entertainment.]

Advertisements on the computer screen make me feel so disgusted. I want to burn everything about Fazbear Entertainment down!

I don't know who is now the chairman, CEO, or owner of Fazbear Entertainment. Because after both my father and his partner died, it seemed like someone had taken over the business.

But I didn't want to know right now, so I quickly closed the program and took out the free game disc. I knew now why the character on the case cover is so similar to Freddy so much and it's given away for free. I couldn't even imagine that the real purpose was to expand the franchise after being ordered to close many branches.

Terribly evil!

And I guess the new location will use old animatronics from the old branch that was closed down. And those animatronics were still haunted by children's souls.

So I have to disguise as a night guard again, right?

"... Ah yes, we found your advertisement in the game. And we want to join with you."

Eh? Join with who, Jeremy?

When I turned to him, I saw that he was talking on the phone to someone. And from the conversation just now. Don't tell me that—

"No, just one branch is enough. We agreed to manage it together... We now live in the Murray Hill..."

Wait, when did we agree to manage it together?

"Oh, okay, 4:00 PM..."

Jeremy picked up a pen and grabbed a notepad to write down some information.

"Okay... okay sir... Umm, are you sure that's all you really need?" He nodded and put a pen on the paper. "Ah, okay... Hmm, that's great. See you at 4:00 PM."

Then Jeremy hung up the phone. He turned to me and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Get ready, Mike. We're going to be managers of the new Freddy's location!"

"Huh..."

"What are you surprised about? We don't have to spend a lot of money and the place they have arranged for us is not too far from here." Jeremy looked excited. "I believe that we will find more evidence and we might find out where William Afton is. I can't wait for him to be thrown into jail."

"Well, that's sound good. But I wonder why the other police said the previous evidence wasn't enough."

"I have no idea." Jeremy said. "Last time, I gave them the blueprints of the Funtime series that you gave me. At first, they seemed to believe it, but then they kept saying that I had given him crazy evidence. That's freaking suck."

"... They might pay kickback."

Even though I'm just mumbling, many times our business has to pay to keep the victims' families silent. Including additional wages for night guards who are frightened when encountering haunted robots at night. And there are also payments to employees who experience things that cannot be explained by science. But compared to the total income, it is considered a small fraction of money.

But I didn't know besides paying money, my father did anything else to silence them or not.

"And there's another thing I'm curious about," Jeremy cleared his throat once before asking, "Do you really not know where your father is?"