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Getting to know the living situation
Homeowner: So, you three are my new renters? Good enough for me.
Jeremy: Pleasure to meet you, I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald! Your home looks comfy.
Vanessa: I just needed a closer place to my new workplace so I could save on taxi fares.
Mike: Hope Mary doesn't mind sharing the house with two more people.
Homeowner: Technically, it'll be three, mister. I've gotten complaints about a homeless man loitering around the property, breaking and entering, real nuisance of a squatter, y'know… You all can handle it, ok?
Jeremy, Mike and Vanessa: Hm? / Just great… / Heh, of course.
Getting to know each other at home.
Jeremy: Wow, with the three of us, paying rent will be a cakewalk!
Mike: Right, just be wary around that weird redhead making figures out of the previous tenants junk…
Vanessa: Wait, what? *Looks outside* That's the homeless guy?
Fritz: *Admiring his work* I will dub you five 'Trash and the Gang'!
Getting a job at Frickbear's
The Boss: Four stooges will make my-a investment quite secure… But you guys are splitting one wage between each other, got it? You're all lucky I was willing to hire you.
Jeremy: Well, a bit of money sounds better to me than no money… and I'll be working with my friends…
Mike: Sigh… how am I explaining the paychecks to my family?
Vanessa: Maybe I should've stayed at the Megaplex- *Quick calculations* I'm being paid less than when I started worked at Freddy's!
Fritz: What's with the glum faces, gang? Opportunity of the century here! Animatronic marvels await in that pizzaria!
Mike: Fritz, the three of us were looking forward to cash.
*Jeremy and Vanessa nod at his words.*
Getting accustomed to nightguard work [Night One]
Jeremy: *Puts down the phone* …That was a heavy crash. Should we check on him?
Mike: Jeremy, by the time this shift is over, you'll just want to go home. Besides, we're not the only staff Freddy's has (right?).
Vanessa: Speaking of staff, we're one short. Where's Fritz gone?
Jeremy: Oh, I saw him at the Show Stage earlier. I think he's making friends with the mascots.
Fritz was not, infact, friends with the mascots. All five animatronics were rather ticked off with him for tinkering with their components before midnight, so he chose to hide out in the vents for the time being.
Getting to enjoy some fresh air [Night One over]
Jeremy: That was a pretty enjoyable time! We even had some downtime to play games on the tablet.
Mike: Fredsweeper was torture. Am I really that bad with something so simple?
Vanessa: I'll give you some tips tomorrow, Mike. For now, though, the Boss wants us working overtime to salvage older models at another Freddy's location.
Fritz: *Already in a mad dash.* The only person tampering with those animatronics will be me! Me!
Mike: That guy lives for his adrenaline fix.
Getting salvages at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Jeremy: Guys, I think Withered Bonnie and me really click! I'll be bringing him (maybe he can teach me whatever Spanish he spoke to me earlier).
Mike: Well, for me it's the burly bear. Looks like he needs some repairs, though. *Thinking* Yeah, like that'll ever happen. Still getting paid at the end of the day for salvaging him, though.
Vanessa: I'll get my salvage in a bit, I'm still seeing what this odd robot here is offering. (I need to get a better deal than five dollars for my prize…)
UPGRADE CADET: UPGRADES.
Fritz: *Dragging Springtrap and Golden Freddy out* Now, I have a hunch that these wonders we have are going to make our workplace brilliant… WAIT! *Snatching Vanessa's gift box*
The trio, stuck in their state of collective surprise, could only watch Fritz sprint his way into the office. Shortly after, the restaurant is plunged into darkness.
Fritz: *Running through the dining hall like a blur* Toodles, my fellows! *And with a Freddy mask in tow, the rat-man takes his leave from the premises.*
Mike, hiding under the nearest table: (FRITZ?!? What'd you just do?! Where'd these things come from!?) *Spotting the silhouettes of the Endo Chasers through the tablecloth*
Jeremy, peeking outside the Closet: (Wow, Fritz made a break for it! Hopefully, I'll be able to do the same when the coast is clear.) *Observing the patrolling endoskeletons*
Vanessa, ducked behind the shop counter: *Seething.* (Fritz, I am getting you back for this one day! All of my focus to beat the high score and get that present… just to get it stolen under my nos- or, well, before my very eyes…)
The remaining nightguards made it out of the abandoned establishment with their wallets intact, much to their relief.
However, Fritz returned a few hours later to salvage the rest of the animatronics, which the three only found out about on the second night, much to their chagrin.
Getting some rest at home
Vanessa: Fritz, can you tidy yourself up a bit when you're inside the house?
Mike: It's no use, Vanessa. There's no pulling a lunatic away from their agenda… (Darn, I wanted to use the TV too.)
Fritz: *Currently watching Indifferent Housewives* Hah, I've got to enlighten Freddy about this show! Morgana's antics are making me even more hysterical than usual!
Jeremy: *Smile* At the very least, we aren't having a dull work week. Four more nights to go!
Getting an understanding on the animatronic aggression [Night Two]
Jeremy: You know, these animatronics are a little slow up close.
Mike: Really? They actually seem faster, plus our salvages are walking around with them.
Vanessa: Jeremy's bandages probably make it harder for the facial recognition system to identify him.
Jeremy: Woah, like camouflage? Never thought I could use it like that!
Mike: Normally, you don't. What about you, Vanessa? Those things got a grudge match with you?
Vanessa: …Prior history with Freddy's. I'm a familiar face around here that they don't want to see.
Fritz: Well, this new face is introducing our mechanized menagerie to a fight ring after this shift! Tonight I have a wrestling theme prepared, tomorrow Kaiju, then after that fencing with custom-fitted gear…
The animatronics felt a cold chill run through them as Fritz continued rambling. Needless to say, they redoubled their efforts to kill him to avoid being subjected to a nutjob's tomfoolery.
Getting a couple visitors [Night Two over]
Michael: You've got no business worth pursuing here. What makes you think the four of them will listen to your plot?
Vanny: Right back at you! Besides, I think I'd sell my proposal to them much better than you- I smelled spoilage from eleven feet away! What's with that stench?
Jeremy: Er, hello?
Vanny: Oh, perfect! You three beauties are a sight for sor-
Vanessa: Nope! You can talk to Fritz. Come on, guys. *Directing Jeremy and Mike to Michael.*
Vanny: …Huh?
Fritz: Greetings, newly costumed acquaintance of mine! You showed up at just the right time. See, I was lacking a ringside announcer just a bit ago, and you would certainly fit the bill for the next time I throw something like this… *Rambling.*
Michael: Hm, interesting colleague you three have. Though, speaking from prior experience, I suggest you rein him in before he uncovers more things best left buried… I'd rather you four put your attention towards retrieving the rest of those masks instead.
Jeremy: *Taking note of Michael's condition* (He's a survivor, like me!) Well, that sounds pretty harmless.
Mike: You're telling me we have to deal with more of those Endos? (Getting through the week is already shaping up to be an ordeal.)
Vanessa: … The four of us will decide on what we'll do later. We're running late on schedule for salvaging. Fritz! Let's go!
Fritz: Right behind you! *Leaving a rather dumbfounded Vanny with Michael.*
Vanny: W-wait! I needed to recruit you three, just give me a moment!
Vanessa: Heh, Fritz will fill us in. Seeya!
Vanny: *Slumps to the ground as the nightguards depart.* I didn't even make any first impressions… they're playing hard to get!
Michael: *Nervous chuckle.* Now I'm worried for both of our agendas. What will those four do during their time here?
Getting to address office issues [Night Three]
Mike: Considering we're three nights into the job now, I just wanna say it's uncomfortable with the four of us in this office. Our masks are shoved into the corner of the room, too.
Vanessa: That's for sure. It's unbelievably stuffy in here… if that pop up shop at our next salvage site has something for the A/C, I'm buying it.
Jeremy: Come to think of it, is this window reinforced? Not saying that's a problem or anything, but I'd feel safer knowing it is… we're like sardines on display.
Fritz: Oh, Jeremy. Many of these automatons possess the strength to break that window. But worry not! As captain of this vessel, I will guide our jolly crew to victory, steering towards fair winds and calm waves. We are facing a trial we shall triumph!
Mike: (Didn't you deliberately make things harder for yourself?)
Vanessa: (Fritz, we're already in danger just from proximity to you.)
Jeremy: (It's a bit hard to trust his words, but I guess we'll have to go with the flow.)
Getting salvages at Fazbear's Fright
Psychic Friend Fredbear: Oh, hey there, friends! I would've thought you'd have enough salvages already- was cleaning up two defunct pizzerias not enough for you all?
Vanessa: On the contrary. We have our hands full, and it's only the middle of the week.
Mike: Thanks to this guy. *Pointing a thumb towards Fritz.* This job feels five times harder due to him.
Psychic Friend Fredbear: Well, let me offer you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to just walk out, no salvages needed today!
Jeremy: Really?! (What a stroke of good luck!) *Leaning in eagerly.* This is awfully generous!
Psychic Friend Fredbear: Well, our engineers got overworked and fell under the weather. They'll be right as rain tomorrow, but until then, salvaging can be postponed.
Jeremy: (Is it okay to send a 'Get well' card if people have one sick day?)
Mike: Fantastic. A few more hours at home is just what I had in mind today. *Picking up Fritz' skinny frame*
Fritz: Wait a moment. I'm an engineer that's still able to work. I can't just leave now!
Vanessa: Sorry, Fritz. We can't afford you going wild for the third time already.
Jeremy: We'll be back here tomorrow anyway. Why not use the extra time to unwind, worry-free?
Fritz: I have works of art to salvage and tweak, so RELEASE ME!
Despite Fritz' protests, the trio left the cramped attraction with him (but not before Vanessa purchased a couple upgrades to the office fan and A/C) and returned home.
Mike: *Seating Fritz down on a chair* Whew. Fritz, can you please stay here?
Fritz: I'm almost tempted to since you asked nicely, my top-heavy friend, but you underestimate my tenacity.
Mike: *Turning back to Fritz.* What do you mean almos- What the…?
Fritz and the chair had vanished. In their place was a wooden sign, winking with a smile and a small message reading "No one is here. (I'm already outside.)"
Mike, with a resigned look on his face: Sigh. (Guess I'll tell Jeremy and Vanessa about this once they finish changing.) *Walking into his own room.*
Getting to experience true happiness [Night Four]
*KA-CHING*
Jeremy: Fritz, how did you buy something from Mendo's so early?
Fritz: I hoarded my tokens. All 300 of it.
Mike: …What'd you just buy with 300 then?
Fritz: Behold! *A jar of pickles that definitely wasn't on the desk before is now present.* My investment.
Mike: That's it? I count one, two, three and four pickles.
Vanessa: Seriously?! We could've bought way more useful things! Deathcoins, beartraps, skip an hour of work… Why?!?
Fritz: Gaze upon these pickles for just a moment, and enjoy the fruits of our labor. Then you'll know.
After ensuring they had a moment of reprieve, Jeremy, Mike and Vanessa reluctantly take some time to look at the jarred delights, while Fritz took over office duties.
Jeremy: So this is what hard work gets you? *Pondering* … I'm pretty happy with it! No complaints here.
Mike: Weird. I can feel my headache melting away like butter. This might just be a decent employee benefit, for once.
Vanessa: I'm still miffed about how much these cost, but I'll admit, it wasn't a bad purchase.
The pickles did do a good job at adequately motivating the three, so Fritz was probably onto something when buying it.
Fritz: (Four pairs of eyes and ears, now up to the challenge of facing off against the cast of haunted and/or murderous machines! Let's test our grit in the homestretch.)
Getting salvages at William's Woods
Fritz: The person who lived here must've been a diligent worker! Maybe I should engineer with animatronics at home too… *Exploring the inside*
Mike: Ok. Guys. *Huddling up with Jeremy and Vanessa* We need a plan to deal with Fritz. He literally Houdini'd out of the house yesterday just so he could bring in nuisances from the horror show.
Vanessa: 100% on board. I don't want to juggle animatronics with razor sharp teeth, let alone ALL of them. (Those things were blatantly made to be lethal!)
Jeremy, with a sudden lightbulb above him: I have an idea! All we need to do is delay Fritz for enough time. He would never want to miss a shift, so while Fritz brings one half of the salvages back to the pizza place, we take the time to board up the house!
Mike: … That might actually work. We need to act quickly though. Fritz is already done. *Watching the redhead disappear into the forest thicket, leading a trail of animatronics being dragged along.*
One quick trip to the local hardware store later, the trio start boarding up any points of entry to the house or shed.
Vanessa: *Wipes some sweat away* Hard work for a summer night. I really hope this keeps Fritz out. (Even if it only holds him back for one day, that's all us three need.)
After using up their fortification materials, the trio heads home to wash up and nap.
Enter Fritz.
Fritz, returning from Frickbear's: *Inspecting the boards on the house* Curious! My coworkers combined efforts have made this house nearly impenetrable… if not for my axe!
Reaching into his hammerspace, Fritz withdraws the axe he procured from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
Fritz: *Taking heavy swings at the house door with said axe.* Worry not, nightmarish constructs! I have not forgotten you! LIBERATION IS AT HAND!
Nightmarionne: Should I be happy or worried?
Sparky: You 'n I ain't seen nothing yet.
Some time later, the trio is taking their usual taxi to Frickbear's.
Jeremy: I wonder where Fritz is? I thought he would join up with us earlier.
Mike: Hm, he's probably at the restaurant already.
Vanessa: Likely without any more animatronics than necessary, thanks to Jeremy's foolproof plan.
Mike's prediction was right. Vanessa's was not. Seeing Fritz at the entrance, with one hand holding the axe, while the other waved at the three erratically through the air, made them feel like they were being ushered into a madhouse that was supposed to be their workplace.
May the universe take pity on them.
!SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE ENDINGS!
Getting in 'after-hours' [Good Route, Night Six]
Michael on the phone: (These four are my best chance to right my wrong. I'm sorry it's taken so long, little bro… wait for the party and my apology for just a bit longer.) Good, you four all made it. I'm certain this could've been a one-man job, but three more helping hands isn't a bad thing. Just don't huddle into that office. None of you feel a draft, right?
Jeremy, Mike, Vanessa and Fritz: Yes. / Hm. Yeah. / Uh huh. / Indeed!
Michael: With the lack of power for the A/C and fan, that room will heat up like an oven in a matter of minutes- I'd advise one of you stay inside to play the game, and the rest stand watch outside.
Mike: No offense to this plan, but it's pitch black in those halls. We won't see anything without a light.
Fritz: No worries, I have these! *Reveals three cheap-looking flashlights from various pockets.*
Vanessa: Came prepared, huh? Guess we'll leave the office flashlight for whoever's inside.
Fritz: Well, Jeremy, I elect for you to stay inside.
Jeremy: Wait, really? Nobody else wants to?
Mike: I've already proven that I'm not that good with games.
Vanessa: As for me, I just don't want to suffer heatstroke.
Jeremy: Oh. Honestly, fair. I won't let you guys down!
Michael: That's good to hear. Now, everyone situate yourselves. Jeremy, boot that game up when you're ready. Mike, Vanessa, Fritz, conserve the power on those flashlights. Most importantly, be wary. Today is a rather… special day. Expect some things out of the ordinary and be careful. I'll tell you how to deal with them when they show up.
Jeremy: …Hey, this game is pretty similar to Mario Bros.!
Getting someone their Happiest Day [Good Ending]
Michael: My deepest thanks to you four. I wouldn't have had this chance to make amends with my brother if it weren't for you all.
Jeremy: It's no problem, Michael! Friends need to help each other, after all. Thank you for gifting us the handheld console.
Mike: To be honest, Fritz dragged us into this once he took that mask from Freddy Fazbear's without us knowing. *Shudders at the thought of the endoskeletons.*
Vanessa: We did it for a good cause, though. Releasing two souls from the torment that is Freddy's is pretty good in my books.
Fritz: I told you guys there was a wonderful resolution at the end of this! I follow my whimsy for a reason.
Getting their 'well-earned reward' [Evil Route, Night Six]
Salvage: *First facing Jeremy, Mike, and Vanessa.* You three must be the trio of misfits my pawn was gushing about… *Slight shiver* She droned on and on about you all before you got here. Quieting her was certainly satisfactory. *Then, turning to the grimy nightguard of the four with a furious stare…* Fritz. It seems like you've been getting a kick out of toying and tweaking with my robots. Perhaps I'll see if I feel that same excitement rending you four apart, hmm? *Brandishing his clawed limb and taking in the night-guards looks of shock* After all, you've performed your duties with flying colors! …But now it's time to conclude your service to me. This world will be mine to rule alone! *The lights briefly short out, with Salvage nowhere to be seen from outside the office window.*
Jeremy: *Removes both hands covering his mouth* Oh my gosh… she's (Vanny) dead? Oh no…
Mike: Nevermind her, what about us?! That TV head is going to tear us to pieces!
Vanessa: Why did we soldier on with the salvages? *Groan* We're doomed.
Fritz: No. Everyone, eyes on me.
Despite the trio's demoralized states, Fritz' serious tone and absent grin on his face brought their attention to him, waiting on his next words.
Fritz: I know things look bleak. But you know what? We'll make it. If there's anything our five previous nights have taught us, it's that we've always had a few brushes with Death… *Salvage's static-screen emerges out of the darkness in front of the doorway Fritz was standing next to* but we've never been at Her door. *Accentuating his point by slamming the door three times on Salvage's 'head', forcing the mechanical fusion to retreat from the constant blunt force.* Show that thing and his creations out there that we'll survive tonight, foil his machinations, and prove we, as four, are stronger than he thinks. Ok?
Michael on the phone: Well said. I'm on my way to Freddy's now to assist you all with the second part. If you four keep him occupied, I assure you he won't come back once I've completed my preparations.
Jeremy: I… Ok, Fritz! You're right. We can make it through this. Just need to keep a level head.
Mike: Yeah, ok for me too. Haven't failed at my job yet, and I'm not looking to start now!
Vanessa: …Ok. We fix up our mess, get out alive, and decide what to do next after. Sounds good.
Fritz: *His trademark manic smile reappears* That's right. Let's get to work, everyone!
Salvage, in the Showroom: *Rubbing the top of his 'head'* Daghh… a decent rallying speech, Fritz, but I will give you all a messy end to your pointless careers and lives regardless! Have at thee!
Getting to escape the blaze [Evil Ending]
Jeremy: Whew, that was close! If Fritz hadn't led us to the vents we'd be toast!
Mike: I cannot believe I could get into the vents. Good thing they were larger than they look.
Vanessa: *Looking back* Fritz? Where's your suit?
Fritz: I had to use it as a fire retardant! Then I threw it at Salvage while it was burning, since he was following us.
Salvage, faintly echoing through the vents: FRITTZZZZZZ!!!!
Police: FREEZE, redhead! You're under arrest!
Getting through the workweek [Slacker Ending]
*All four of the nightguards, plus Freddy, at home on the couch*
Jeremy: Hoo, that was a pretty busy week near the end. Feeling good about next week, guys?
Mike: Sure, sure. Just let me rest up and read my comics before the weekends over.
Vanessa: Agreed. How'd this job get so high stress- oh right, Fritz.
Fritz: See Freddy? The two supporting characters get along like glue and they don't even know it! HAHAHA!
Freddy: *Visible awkwardness*
Springtrap, peering through a window from outside: Well, this was a bust. I don't think these four are worth my time. (I'll get the chance to wring out your lanky neck one day, Fritz.)
Getting one last task [Money Route, Night Six]
*The four guards are standing outside Frickbear's after the taxi dropped them off.*
Jeremy: …Before we get to work, is there something on your mind, Vanessa? (Maybe it's our wallets getting lighter from getting those files?)
Mike: Yeah, you look as stoked as Fritz. That's really something, considering we're back here for the sixth time this week.
Vanessa, visibly giddy: I'm really excited to eat out after this shift! The amount of meaningless "raises" and "promotions" that just put more busywork in my job over the years can't even be counted on my fingers and toes. I've learned to tolerate being paid under minimum wage and cut costs, but I could never splurge even once on good food…
Mike: That's, uh, seriously rough to think about. I know me and Mary would loathe that kind of living.
Vanessa: Exactly! Which is why this dry streak ends real soon. No thinking about the days I had to resort to soggy pizza. I'm imagining juicy, tender steaks lined up for us!
Fritz: We have a shared goal, then. Salvaging all those fine works of craftsmanship in that facility has made me rather peckish!
*ring ring, it's The Boss calling Jeremy.*
The Boss, who was promptly put on speaker: WWAAAAR- I mean, ahem, this is your boss speaking. My congrats to you all- especially you, broom-hair (Fritz), for getting all those stinking robots. I'll be rrrrrrraking in the gold coins in no time, so long as you four watch over these guys until the engineers arrive at 6 to install escape-proofing measures into them. So… get your cabooses to work if you want to get those steaks! WAHAHAHA!
Vanessa, Fritz: On it, boss! *Rushing into the pizzaria.* / Aye aye! *Following close behind.*
Mike: Now we have two unprofessional colleagues. *Shakes his head, chuckling* Where did it all go wrong?
Jeremy: They're just excited. Let's head inside and wrap our first week up with a bang!
Getting a well-earned reward [Money Ending]
Jeremy: Nice of the Boss to hook us up with breakfast steak! This joint is great, just like he said.
Mike: That's the least he could do after making us work another night. I'm wondering if those files were even worth it to us?
Vanessa: Talk about that later, *Struggling with Fritz* I need help stopping Fritz from eating our portions!
Fritz: *snarfing and scarfing*
The Boss: WAHAHAHAHA! You four chumps might just be the second smartest financial decision I've made with this franchise!
Getting all loose ends tied [Ultimate Ending]
Jeremy: Say, which one of us gave the best pep talk to Cassidy?
Mike: … Can't say mine was the best. At least my message got through.
Vanessa: Yeah, no contest. We know who won 'Best Motivator'.
Fritz: *Smug look.* I'm just a hidden gem with mental and physical conditions attached.
Michael: Well, this was certainly a roundabout way to do things… *Gazing at the incinerating Freddy Frickbear's Pizza and his trapped father inside it* but it paid off in the end.
Vannabelle: *Walking away* See you around guys! Maybe gimme a call and meet up later? (Except Fritz, I don't know what to do around him.)
The Boss: WAAAAAAAHHH! I'm going to make a killing off the insurance of this dead location! Since I'm feeling so generous, what would you four stooges like from me, as a favor?
Jeremy: Oh, can you fund my tuition? This is the big break I needed, honestly.
Mike: Give me a good severance package and then I'll be out of your hair.
Vanessa: A publicity campaign to help victims of Freddy's find closure.
Fritz: Nothing! I've already had so much excitement working here! I think I'm going to become a cryptid now.
The Boss: Can do, sure thing, as long as it doesn't come back to bite me, and I'll spread some rumors about a rat man around Hurricane (in an effort to protect the populace). *Hangs up*
Getting a new mansion underway [Post Ultimate Ending]
Luigi: I'm-a quite lucky with this ghost hunting expedition. There weren't any mean g-g-GHOSTS around to suck up, I was able to buy this-a stigmatized land off Wario, and once I get the gold coins, I'll build another mansion on it.
Fritz: A pity about the first part, since dealing with angry spirits must be the highlight of our careers!
Luigi: WAH! Where did-a you come from?!