Chapter Text
"RISE."
From out of the springlock suit, Jack crawled onto the floor. Dragging a trail of blood behind him, he crept towards the door of the safe room. Heavily, he breathed, feeling the intense pain in his lungs. From the ground, his orange hands attempted to reach the door, but failed to. He let out a muffled groan. He stopped for a brief second, giving himself a break - the concrete floor was cold, unwelcoming, and rough. His knees struggled to press together, lifting him up. He pressed his hands against the hard concrete floor, they were slightly slippery from all the blood.
Finally with a swift motion, he was able to stand. He felt like his legs would give out any second. After turning the door handle, the door shifted forward, Jack's body dragged with it as he found himself toppling onto the floor again. This time was different - the floor in the hallway was a far more pleasant tile flooring. It was far from soft, but tile was definitely more preferable to concrete.
Pressing his body against the hallway wall, Jack pushed with all his strength. He managed to stand up again and wobbled down the hallway. There seemed to be no sign of Henry anywhere, but Jack moved cautiously. He worried the pink man would be back any minute to check if he actually finished the job.
With how slowly he moved, Jack felt like the hallway would never end. He would look down to walk carefully forward, only to look up and see that he barely made a dent in his attempt to exit the building. He felt like a walking zombie - but orange instead of green. His eyes focused on the floor, making sure he wouldn't slip on all the blood rolling off his legs onto the floor. Step by step, he moved, trying not to lose his balance again.
He looked up again. He had just barely passed the bathrooms. It was still progress, but he felt like the hallway would never end. Taking a break to breathe, he could still feel jagged metal piercing his body. Despite the fact that the springlocks were no longer ripping into his body, he could still feel the immense agony of being impaled from nearly every inch of his body. He looked down. It might've been dark, but he could see the distinctive scars that ran down his arms. He coughed a little.
It took nearly forty minutes for Jack to get to the dining area. He stumbled towards the windows. It was his best bet of getting out quickly, as the entrance doors were further away. His hands fumbled around the window lock. They struggled to get a good grip. His hands pulled backwards on the release. The window violently slammed open. Jack without hesitation forced his body through. He fell over onto the hard concrete of the parking lot. Somehow, the parking lot still felt more comfortable than the safe room.
Using the frame of the window to regain his balance, Jack waddled over to his car. Surprisingly, his car key was still intact, in his pockets. He struggled to unlock and open the door at the same time. He slipped into the driver's seat of the old sedan. He started the vehicle and turned off the lot. The car swerved as Jack tried his hardest to steer properly. His feet were numb - he could barely feel the gas pedal.
His chest hovered over the steering wheel as his dull eyes remained on the road. It wasn't a long drive, but it still felt like an eternity before he was able to turn left towards his apartment complex. He lightly tapped the gas so the car could make it over the slight hill. Surprisingly, he managed to park without hitting any of the vehicles in the parking lot.
Jack dragged himself out of the car. He didn't even bother to close the door. He went straight for his apartment door, walking like a zombie. He unlocked the door and pushed in. Then he slammed it shut. He nearly lost his balance, but caught himself. He slipped into the bathroom and went straight for the shower. He didn't even take off his clothes. He turned on the shower head then immediately dropped down, allowing the water to hit him as he laid down.
He glared at his scars. He then looked up at the shower head as water ran down his body. A mixture of water and blood made its way down to the drains.
"Why is there a voice narrating everything that is happening?" Finally, Jack spoke. It was the first time he had spoken since his death. "Nevermind, I don't care," he groaned.
He reached above him to grab some soap. His injuries burned as he scrubbed into them. He hand released the bar of soap as he simply watched the water wash away the blood. His clothes were permanently stained and there was no way to remove the springlock scars that reached all across his body. Jack let out a defeated sigh.
He sat in silence for a moment before he turned off the shower and crawled out. He looked around his empty house as he stood up again. He opened the first door on his left and peered into Dee's room. There was no sign of her. He knew this. She was gone.
Jack took a deep breath and closed the door. He dragged his feet as he moved over to his room. He fell over onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. His hands clenched onto his pillow tightly.
Tomorrow is another day.
Jack approached the building. It was familiar. He had never been to this Freddy Fazbender's in person before, but he and Dee had received letters and postcards from Peter about it. He opened the front doors and was immediately greeted by a man with a phone head. Before he knew it, he was given a tour of the full building. Jack mostly kept to himself as the red phone in a fancy suit talked.
It wasn't the first Freddy's Jack would work at and he knew it wouldn't be the last - or at least not after the promise he made years back. He stared at the red phone blankly as he was explained his dayshift duties. He was already well aware.
They finally concluded the tour at the security office. Scott, the phone guy, placed down a red contract for Jack to sign. "You poor, innocent soul," he murmured as Jack didn't hesitate to sign. "Do you have any questions about the job?"
"Yeah, I do, actually," Jack told him. "Is there a man named Peter that works here? I know at one point he worked at this location."
The red phone replied, "no, he quit years ago." He said it without hesitation. He didn't seem to care much. In fact, he didn't even look at Jack while answering the question.
Jack crossed his arms. "Alright, when can I start?"
"You can start today if you'd like," Scott replied. He had a strong, I-don't-fucking-care attitude.
Jack shrugged. "I have nothing else going on."
"Then go get suited up. I left a tape with instructions in the safe room." The phone man told him.
Jack went down the hallway and straight to the safe room. He stared ahead at the purple figure in front of him, who stared back with a smile.
"Why, hello there, old sport," The eggplant colored man playfully purred. "You must be the newbie."
"Yeah." Jack didn't pay him much mind. He began listening to the tapes about springlock suits. He was familiar with them - but he definitely didn't want a springlock failure to happen. He already knew how painful that shit was.
"How're you liking Freddy's so far?" The other employee asked.
"I just got here." Jack shrugged. He was trying to pay attention to the long tape.
"Old Sport-"
"I'm kinda in the middle of something," Jack murmured. He looked up to see a nametag on the aubergine man. "Sorry, Dave."
"...but, old sport, I have a business proposition-"
"Sure," Jack only paid half of his attention to Dave as he finished listening to the tapes. "I'll go on a date with you."
"Wh-"
"Where are we going and what time?" Jack asked, looking up at Dave.
Surprisingly, Dave was caught off guard. If he wasn't purple, his face would've turned red. "You want to go on a date with me ?"
"Yeah. Isn't this what you want?" Jack questioned.
"...well, yeah, but-"
Jack carefully began to put on his cool cat springlock suit. "Cool, meet by the entrance after work." Once he was carefully in his suit, he waddled out of the safe room. The last thing he wanted was jagged metal ripping him to shreds again.
Jack, I think Dave wanted something other than a date.
"He should've said it then." Jack would've shrugged if he wasn't wearing a springlock suit. "That's on him."
He made his way to the dining area - which was surprisingly busy. He found himself surrounded by children - almost immediately.
How are you going to entertain them, Jack?
Jack took a deep breath. He began to yell. "It's not cool to…"
…
Jack, what's not cool? Why are you shouting?
"...Paint on someone's wall!" Jack finally finished his statement. None of the children were impressed. Many were confused. Not even the toddlers laughed.
Jack, was that supposed to be funny?
"I mean - yeah."
It wasn't.
"That's just your opinion. Worse yet, it's a shit opinion." Jack sneered back. He was speaking out loud despite the fact he was surrounded by children. He didn't seem to care.
He stared down at the group of unimpressed children and he couldn't help but feel completely out of touch. It was always awkward. Ever since she was gone , Jack didn't know how to act around children.
"What to hear a joke?" He asked the children.
They nodded.
Jack remained silent.
…
Jack, what's the joke?
"Your mom."
Hilarious.
The children were also unimpressed. Jack was trying his hardest not to sweat in the damn costume. The last thing he wanted was to get the springlocks wet.
"I hate this place," Jack groaned.
One of the toddler's laughed. "Cool cat? More like dumb cat ."
"Yeah, I'm pretty fucking dumb." Jack replied. "I mean you have to be pretty fucking stupid to work at Freddy's."
Finally, he got a large amount of children to laugh.
"Fuck!"
Again, the children laughed at a single word. It wasn't long before some of the younger kids were asking each other what 'fuck' meant.
Jack, you can't say fuck in front of children! Are you trying to speed run getting fired?
"What the fuck is a speed run?"
He noticed the children were getting bored again.
"Uhhh.. What is Foxy fucks you're bitch rapes," Jack told the children.
What the fuck does that even mean?
Again, all the children lost interest.
Jack proceeded to hurry to the bathroom corridor and headed straight for the safe room to remove his springlock suit. He was beginning to sweat. It didn't take long to take it off. He let out a sigh of relief once it was off. Surprisingly, there was no sign of Dave.
In the corner of his eyes he noticed something odd. He looked down to see a dog in the safe room. It was an adorable looking dog with dark eyes and odd, purple fur. Jack was amazed that he was wearing a little bow tie and hat. Perhaps the dog was a secret mascot for Freddy's. The dog stared back into Jack.
" Kv uva aybza Khcl. Ol pz ilfvuk ylkltwapvu. Ol jvuapublz Oluyf'z slnhjf ." Odd words came out of the animal's mouth before he slowly faded out of existence. Jack was dumbfounded.
"I think I'm losing it." Jack commented.
Yeah, it's not normal to see a dog fade out of existence like that. I mean, maybe this Freddy's location is haunted by spirits of dead doggos and not dead children.
"Who would be so heartless to murder an innocent doggie?!" Jack exclaimed.
…and it's not heartless to murder children?
"I mean…"
You mean what?!
Jack shrugged. "They're both heartless, but it takes a special kind of fucker to hurt a defenseless animal."
She is probably rolling in her grave right now, Jack.
"I'm just saying-"
Just stop. You're making yourself sound worse with each sentence.
Jack sat down in the safe room and pulled out a cigarette. He really seemed to want to get fired.
"I'm not trying to get fired," Jack protested in complete denial as he lit himself a cigarette and began smoking inside the building. "I'm not in denial!"
First cussing in front of children and now smoking at work… Jack, you're gonna get fired.
"Is it six yet?" Jack groaned.
You're the one with a watch.
"Oh yeah. I forgot I had one." He looked down at his wrist. "Fuck me, it's only four. I guess I'm going to read the children the entire Bee movie script."
…What the fuck is The Bee Movie?
"Oh, it's a movie from the future."
What?
"You wouldn't get it. It's by DreamWorks."
What is 'Dreamworks'? You make less and less sense the more you talk. Please stop talking. You're really bad at fulfilling this promise of yours to Fredbear.
Jack put out his cigarette. "Hey, I'm trying, but I was originally a night guard for a reason. I'm not good with people, let alone children. Or at least, I haven't been since…"
…
"Fuck, I'm so awkward appreantly I'm going on a date with a coworker after work," Jack kicked the cool cat springlock head on the ground. He could hear the locks spring into action, but there was nothing for them to grip into.
Jack, don't you think there was something off about that guy?
"Nah. He seemed alright."
Are you sure about that?
"Yeah."
…
Jack pulled out a piece of paper. There it was… The entire Bee Movie script. He placed it down and prepared to do a reading for the children.
Finally, the day was over. Jack finished up mopping the kitchen floor and headed for the entrance of Freddy’s. He left through the window, then walked to the entrance to meet up with his odd, purple coworker. Dave looked at Jack and grinned. “Well, hello there, old sport.”
“Hey, Dave,” Jack said casually.
He was oh-so-casual. He was the most casual. Very casual date, no business - only casual allowed.
Jack ignored me. He must not have found it very funny. “Where are we going?” Jack asked Dave as they walked towards the parking lot.
Unsurprisingly, Dave didn’t seem to have anything planned. “Is there anywhere you had in mind, old sport?”
Jack thought to himself. “Well, there is a place nearby I’ve wanted to go to…”