Scott

You were heading home. 

(O/C/n)'s school asked you if you could come in and help for the next week since one of the teachers were apparently sick and could not come in. 

You accepted since you had nothing else to do and could do with some more money. And so you spent the whole day teaching middle schoolers and marking some tests. When it became late, you decided to pack up and go home to your cousins and grandma.

The streets were aligned with lamps, lighting the path and throwing long shadows in the distance. 

...Yet the gloom still held dangers. 

"Hey there pretty lady." 

You whirl around to face a man in the shadows right next to your current position. The faint glint of steel flickered in the glow of the street lamps. The area was desolate.

"Wh-What do you w-want?" You back away, only to have a wall come in between you and your way of escape. 

"I want it. Cellphone, wallet, jewellery; all of it." He smirks devilishly. 

"I-I-I-" You panic, legs jelly under you.

"NOW!!!" The knife is thrusted in your direction with great urgency.

Shaking and breathless with fear, you go to do as was demanded from you.

Your fingers barely make contact with your cellphone, when suddenly there is a cry of pain. 

"AGH!" 

You look down at your mugger who was spitting out blood. A metal pipe clatters down next to him.

A hand grabs your wrist and yanks you into action.

"Run!" a voice yells, ushering you to move as fast as possible. 

And you did that. 

You ran; you ran as fast and as far you could. Eventually you could no longer as your lungs and muscles started to burn. 

The other person stopped, allowing you rest. They then took you by the shoulders, making you look at them. "Are you alright (Y/N)?" 

"S-S-Scott?"

Jeremy

It was late afternoon and you had finished today's tutoring lesson with Matt and one other girl from his school- Ella. You were pretty sure the boy had an enormous crush on her.

Without a car to drive home you usually walked home or, in this case, to (Friend/name)'s place. Not that you minded too much. On sunny days like these, it was nice to go for a stroll around the small town. When it was rainy, however, a car would've been preferred. At least there were busses.

The signs of Autumn were starting to show all around. You could see it in the slowly colouring leaves, warm attire worn by passersby and breezes which seem to grow in strength by the day.

As you continued on your walk, teaching notes in hand, one such strong gust of wind came and tugged the papers straight out of your arms. 

"Oh shoot!" 

You rush after the flying papers as they scatter. A few were easy to grab, but some were too high or too fast. 

One sheet managed to float over the street and get caught on a traffic light's post temporarily.

Quickly looking both ways and not finding any approaching vehicles, you make a dash for it. 

What a mistake.

A speeding car moved towards your location with great momentum- its speed preventing the driver from stopping on time. 

"SCREEEEEE-"

There were seconds left till impact.

You gasp, eyes large.

There's no time to brace for impact, so you just gawked. 

All of a sudden you felt something (that was not the vehicle) slam into your side. 

"Ah!"

You fell on the pavement, your wind knocked out. Two arms were holding you tightly- slightly shaking. Once you regained some air in your lungs, you manage to turn to face your savior. 

It was Jeremy.

Fritz

Turns out Dave's family drama really was dramatic.

Apparently someone was depressed, someone got married to a gang member and someone died. With such unfortunate events that have taken place, Dave was given time off from work.

Thus your boss had to hire a temporary cook; a temporary cook who you had to teach the way of the diner.

"You're late..." you told Zach as he stumbled into the kitchen. 

The adolescent chef fixes his skew diner-cook hat, "I'm so sorry! My bike's tire was flat and-"

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not biting your head off. Just don't be late again, okay?" You smile and hand him a pan. "Start cooking up some eggs." 

He nods, relieved that he wasn't fired on the spot. With great determination, he cracks some eggs into the pan.

But the stove wasn't on...

So for what was ten minutes, the boy could not understand why the eggs didn't want to cook. He tried adding more butter to grease up the pan, closing the lid and plying around with the dials...

Maybe the last part wasn't such a good idea...

"AAAHHH!"

"Please don't tell me that mouse is back-"

You whipped around at Zach's scream, but instead of finding what you thought was a pest of some sort, you came face to face with some burning hot flames. 

"OH SH*T!" You yank the boy out of the way as the fire grew. Soon it had spread to most of the kitchen.

You rushed to get the fire extinguisher while Zach went to evacuate the building...in a way.

He bursted through the kitchen door, arms flailing."Attention everyone! There's a fire, so... Run! Run for your lives!" the adolescent screeches and runs out the front doors. The customers all got up and hurried on after him when seeing the smoke coming from out the kitchen.

...All except one. 

You fought to put out the flames that lapped at you. Inhaling some smoke, you started coughing violently. The extinguisher wasn't doing the job and by now, you were almost surrounded by fire. 

The heat was starting to turn your flesh a bright red as you were backed into a wall. You could no longer tell where what was...

But then, like a superhero, someone came charging through the blaze.

In one swift movement, they lifted you up. 

"Hold on (Y/N)!" 

You could barely hear the voice above the crackling and sizzling, but recognised it nonetheless. 

Fritz ran to the place where the counter was, dodging flames on the way. He then slid you over the counter's surface and jumped over next to you. 

"Hurry!" He helped you up and once again led you to the exit. 

Once outside, whether it be from experiencing so much heat or from pure panic, you collapsed.

Vincent

Everything was dark.

You could barely make out the shapes of the robots on stage as you passed their still forms. To have thought that what was so lively at day, suddenly became so deathly at night. 

So you thought...

You reached your destination- the security office. Quickly you flicked the lights on and went to get familiar with the room and equipment. 

You made your way over to the desk in the centre-back of the room. A fan and Freddy head sat idly on it, along with a monitor which showed what the cameras were seeing.

One of the other employees (who was also a night guard) had told you what to do. Apparently all that was needed of you was for you to look around on the cameras for any peculiar activity. Oh! And also look out for animitronics. Apparently they can hurt you if you weren't careful enough...

'Ding-ding-ding-dong...Dong-dong-ding-dong!' 

The chime sounds out.

It was time for you to start your very first nightshift.

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What did you get yourself into!? 

Two hours in and you already had to duck and cover from Toy Bonny and Toy Chica, flash a light at a certain Foxy, and then wonder why the heck the withered animatronics were moving about. 

"This has to be a dream," you told yourself as you crawled to the end of the hallway, back to the party rooms. "Its just a crazy dream..." 

But it was all to real when a giant metal hand grabbed a hold of you.

You let out a shrill scream as the animatronic lifted its claw to strike at you. 

....But the blow never came.

Out of nowhere you were shoved out of the way. The force caused you to fall onto the party room's floor. You heard something rip behind you. 

Breathing rapidly, you looked up to see Vincent standing there with a huge cut. The blood gushing wound stretched from his shoulder down to his side. 

"Go!" He yelled, but you were stuck in plance. With wide eyes you watched how he punched the monster with his good arm.

It staggered back, giving the guard enough time to run and grab you.

He ran past the rest, straight out the now unlocked front door then secured it shut once again.
Both of you were panting as you glanced back to see if the animatronics followed.

"They did not hurt you, did they Love?" Vincent suddenly asked as he gripped you arms. He was slightly out of breath, but otherwise...unharmed.

You stared wide eyed at his shoulder.

The wound was gone...

But...his purple shirt was torn. 

Mike

"Table fifteen's drinks." Declan pushed the tray your way. 

"I'm a waitress at a bar, Declan, not some 50's diner. I know which drinks are who's." You take the tray, hip cocked to one side as you smirked. 

"Then go be a good bar waitress and give our thirsty customers some drinks. Whooo!" Your friend cheers you on with a little too much fake enthusiasm before going to wipe out a glass with the towel hung over his shoulder.

Snorting, you go give the people their beverages. 

Another customer entered, you catching them in your peripheral vision. Grabbing your tray from the table, you head over without a second glance. 

"Hi there, can I get you anything?" You gather up some empty bottles from a nearby table.

"Yeah. Can I have a beer please?"

You turn to them, "Sure thing. Is that all-?" 

Before you sat none other than Mike Schmidt. The man seemed exhausted...

He seemed just as surprised when noticing who the person taking his order was as some of the tiredness in his eyes vanished. "You?" 

"Me," you smile. "How've you been Mike? You got your car fixed yet?" 

Mike sighs, "Look, I can't take your money..." he trails off, not knowing what to call you. "Dammit! I don't even know your name. I'm such an a**hole!"

"(Y/N)," you say. 

"Sorry... (Y/N)." He clears his throat. "But like I was saying, I'm not taking your money. I got a promotion at one of my jobs and I'll be able to pay off the expenses, and there's no way I'm letting a woman do something like that for a capable man like me."

"You got something against woman?" You glare.

"Only ones who act all nice when really they think you're a loser."

"It's a good thing there are no such girls here then." You got back to the bar counter to go get the beer, blood starting to boil at Mike's rudeness.

Then you get catcalled.

"Hey sweetheart! Why don't you-'hick!'- come sit here on my lap and-'hick!'- take a break?" A guy, obviously drunk, slurs. 

"I think you had enough to drink sir." You continue on your way, suddenly becoming tired of having to deal with males.

As you pass, he decides to grab hold of your butt. He then gets up and holds you tightly to him, not allowing you escape. The reek of alcohol on his breath was vile as he leaned closer.

"HEY YOU!"

The drunk is tackled off you.

He was then launched onto the table.

Glass shattered.

Mike held him down by the collar as he glowered daggers- cuts were bleeding all over his arms, but he did not notice or did not care.

"What do you think you're doing grabbing a lady like that you motherf*ck*r!?"