AN- I know some are going to know the phone men's name, and also backstory, but please don't spoil it for those who might just be joining this.
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September 12th, 1997. 8 days since the North Dakota location opened up.

Dave had been working at the newest location for almost a week now. He was, quite surprised at how actually nice the location looked.

It was clean, the food was actually edible, the phone man was nice, hell he actually paid him! It surprised him to no end. But... Jack still wasn't there yet.

Matt, Jimbo and Ronaldo was, yet no orange man in sight... He sighed, missing him dearly.

He knew he must be coming here sometime soon, but when? He didn't know...

"Uh, Dave?" He was taken out of his thoughts by the phone man that was now his boss.

He had a light cyan colored phone head, with a few small dents in it, light colored skin, and a blue semiformal suit with khakis and black and gold sneakers. He was covered in scars, mainly springlock but a few being different.

"Oh, hey phoney, something up?" "Yeah, we actually got a call for the night shift two days ago, and so today will be the interview." "Wait, really? Poor person-"

PG sighed. "Sadly, the company makes me have to hire someone.. but hoping this time things go right..." He shook his head. "Anyway, I will be having an interview with him tomorrow, since it's a day off for employees. PLEASE, if he ever gets the dayshift, don't offer him anything." Dave gasped, clutching his chest dramatically.

"I would never! How dare you think that low of me, I thought I knew you." He had a face of 'are you serious.' "... What? Your not gonna laugh?" PG sighed, letting out a chuckle.

"I'm so sorry Dave, but seriously." "I know I know, I won't." He nodded.

"Anyway, wait an hour then you may leave." He nodded, waving bye to him as he left.

Dave mentally sighed. PG was a stuttering mess on those tapes, he would have to create his own for whoever they were.

He decided to make tapes  for nights 3 and 4, even though it was probably a waste of time.

Whatever, it gave him something to do instead of just sleep and watch TV.

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Jack, having just finished the talk with the phone guy, was wondering what to do now...

He had an interview tomorrow.

And he was a mess.

'... Oh god... I have to go to the storage unit...' His body shook in fear, him gulping quietly.

He shook his head, forcing himself up, beginning to walk to the place, hiding, and peeking around corners. Good for him, for once luck was on his side.

George wasn't around.

He sighed in complete relief, going to the place, getting more of his makeup, a outfit, and shampoo to use in the lake nearby. Once he got it, he began walking away, then noticed some food on the counter...

He wouldn't miss an apple, right?

...

He decided to take it, begging to the gods that he wouldn't know it was him, hurrying away nomming on the heavenly fruit.

God it was so nice...

He set the stuff down, laying down on the makeshift bed of his and waiting till morning.

The next morning, September 13th

He then felt his stomach lurch, curling into himself as waves of pain surrounded him.

That small apple must've made his stomach realize that for years it's been basically eating itself from the inside out. After about 5 minutes the pain slowly subsided, him slowly getting up feeling a bit weak.

He grabbed the shampoo, a makeshift towel and his clothes, walking outside and, with looking at his body as little as possible got himself clean and dressed.

He walked back to his small place, brushing through his hair with his fingers and putting on his makeup to hide his scars.

Once he was done, he stepped out, took a deep breath, and began walking to Freddy's.

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"H-Hello? Anyone t-there?" He called out as soon as he stepped into the pepperoni.

He cursed his stutter, wishing he could hide it as he looked around. He looked to the phone man that came out, saying hello.

"You are?" "U-Uh... Jake, we had the... i-interview?"

"Oh yes! Hello Jake, uh want a tour of the place? Or straight to business?"

"Um... i-interview please." PG nodded, leading him to the security office as he looked around.

'... Wait... a break room for employees? What have I stumbled into?' "Alright, we're here! This is where you will spend all your nightshifts. A coworker recorded messages for the week for you. It should help you out."

He nodded as they both stepped in and sat down, talking and answering questions.

"Any past in crime related activity?""I-I worked at t-that... one Colorado l-location."

He almost dropped the clipboard. "Y-You did?!" Jack immediately flinched at the loud tone, as PG's eyes softened seeing him scared. "I'm sorry for my tone Jake, that was unprofessional. umm, a-any medical issues we should know about?"

"My s-stomach's recently been g-going into t-these bad a-aches kind of r-randomly." "How long do they last?"

"F-From 2 to 8 m-minutes." He jotted down something. "Hmm, well, that shouldn't be to much of a problem. You got the job! Come here and get into the security office before 12AM. One of my workers left a tape for you to listen to that will tell you what to do."

He grabbed a guard outfit, giving it to Jack. "Here's your nightguard outfit that you will wear during your shifts." He managed to not flinch, nodding and thanking him.

"Go home and get some rest, you got a long night ahead of you. Bye Jake!"

He waved goodbye to the phone man and left the pizzaria. As soon as he breathed in the cold air he started shivering and headed home (if you could call it that).

When he got back he put uo the security outfit, set the alarm clock, and laid in the "bed"

He tossed and turned for about an hour, then eventually fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

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AN- FINALLY. NOW I CAN POST THIS.
I really hope you guys enjoy this remake!