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Jeremy's Investigation Reports

Summary: Jeremy Fitzgerald is a detective looking to solve the crimes that took place at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. These are his notes before "The Bite of '87"!

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Taking a draw on my cigar, I wondered what awaited me in the establishment tonight. It was tough work, but it was worth it if I can stay long enough to get to the bottom of this years-long mystery of the missing kids. Seemed bad luck plagued this establishment.

As I put out my cigar, and threw it out, I took a second to breathe. Closing my eyes, I prepared myself. Then I entered through those red painted doors.

All eyes were on me. Kids and parents stared at my dark demeanor. I looked like a film noir protagonist with my trench coat and hat. Didn't blame em, but it did nothing to ease my nerves.

I came to Mr. Afton's office. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. It sounded hollow.

There was a creak, and the door opened. Mr. Afton was there; he was a tall, slim, brunet man. His eyes were a striking blue, but they looked dead and dull. It was eerie. He seemed to be judging me, looking from my head to toe.

I was young, brown eyes and blond hair. I didn't usually have confidence issues, but as Mr. Afton's eyes bore into me, I faltered a bit. I was also about two inches shorter than him.

He glared down at me and I had to look away to remember what I wanted.

"Yes, sir. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Through gritted teeth, he smiled and nodded.

"Come, sit down." Then, looking around he seemed to reconsider. "Actually, let's go for a walk instead. The weather by the lake is beautiful."

I coughed. "Uh... Mr. Afton, please..."

But he insisted, so here I am walking with my boss after hours through the park. The river's quite beautiful, the sun shining on its ripples.

"Yes, I founded the company with my good friend Henry back in 197-..."

"Sir," I said. "I haven't come to quiz you. I just came to talk about what your friend told me last night.

"Friend?"

"A Mr. Scott Rogers."

"Ah yes, a fine, hardworking chum! A little too talkative though..."

"Focus," I said, having to take a deep breath. "He told me someone tampered with the animatronics. You didn't see anyone from 10-11:30 sneak into the back room, did you?"

He paused to think.

"Hm, now that you mention it, I did see someone." There were the edges of a smirk on his face. "It was Scott. He seemed a bit skittish, so I asked him to stay with me until 12 tonight. I saw him sneak into the back room but didn't say anything. I was a little bit afraid of him, to be honest..."

"You were afraid, yet you asked him to stay?" I said, a little taken aback.

"Yes, well..." He gritted his teeth and looked down. "I wanted to give the poor little guy a chance... Perhaps I shouldn't have. He always seemed suspicious to me; so nervous and unsure about everything..."

I paused to write this all down. Then I thought it over. "I wouldn't say that makes him suspicious. Maybe he's just scared... I have to admit, I feel unsettled with all those animatronics watching me, and their free-roaming mode doesn't help!"

"Hmm... But he could also be scared of getting caught..." He looked at me like we were both in on some company secret.

"Right. Uhh, I'll talk to him." I shrugged, deciding that's all I needed from Afton right now.

...

An hour later, I tracked down Scott.

"Hey," I said softly. "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Uhhh..." He looked side to side nervously. "S-sure!"

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. Come with me."

We walked together through the same park by the river. I got the feeling he was hiding something, but like this he wouldn't trust me. There was still some tension in the air so I tried to calm him down.

"Scott," I said, "I know this must be scary for you, but I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise."

Looking up at me, his eyes seemed so desperate and hopeful that there was a way out for him. But then they clouded over and he shook his head.

"I-I-I c-can't!"

"We'll put you in a witness protection program. It'll be alright... But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

"Of course I trust you Jeremy! I-it's nothing personal... I'm just not able to s-say anything... I-I'm sorry!"

I offered a hug and to my surprise, he gripped my tightly. Holding him close, I patted his back.

"J-Jeremy, please... M-my life may be in danger here. I-I don't think the person who did it w-will be fooled by some protection program... I-I'm sorry..." Grasping me tighter, he sobbed into my chest. Patting his back, I did what I could to comfort him. I understood perfectly what he meant. But until we got someone who could testify, the mystery would never be solved. "J-Jeremy, please. Do you think you could stay until the end of the week? I-I like you... And I k-know you can solve this if given enough time..."

I gulped, hoping he was right.

Pulling away, he smiled up at me, wiping away the rest of his tears. I smiled back reassuringly.

...

After writing down my findings, I had a pretty good idea of who was behind all this. But I needed proof. There were two men at Fazbear's late last night. One acted dismissive of the other while the other seemed scared.

Coming in the next day, I saw Scott reading to the children. He always seemed so nice. Yet because of that it would be easier to lure children, I thought. How would someone like William gain children's trust?

Well, that was what I was looking to find out.

William was my main suspect, but as sad as it was to say, Scott wasn't quite off the hook. I wanted to protect him, but what if the sob story he'd given me was a trap...?

Looking over, I saw one of the children had started to cry. His parents were trying to calm him down. He seemed upset about the sad direction the story had taken. Scott flinched, looking at the end of the book. It didn't look good...

So, doing what he does best, he started ad-libbing the rest of the story. He gave it a happy ending instead. The little boy seemed to cheer up at that. I smiled.

I went to my boss' office. I had to know something.

"You know, I've noticed the children seem to trust Scott..."

There was a smirk before William looked serious. "So, you think he did it?"

I looked away, and back at him. "Lets not jump to conclusions."

"Right, right..." William muttered. "So, is there anything else you wanted to know?"

"Yeah," I replied. "How well do you get along with the children...?"

William scowled. "I'd rather spend time anywhere else. Besides, they don't seem to like me, how would I be able to gain their trust?"

"I see." I wrote it down in my notebook. "Thank you, sir. That is all."

At the end of the day, I had a hunch as to who the culprit was. I just needed to find out how. One more day, that was all I needed!

I never liked Afton, but he had a point. How could he lure the kids to the back room if the children distrusted him? That would throw the blame squarely on Scott's shoulders. But I had a feeling Afton was leading me.

The next night I would find out.

As I worked to stay alive, I heard poor old Scotty leave me a message. He sounded concerned that I'd sneaked back to work another night. However, something seemed off about him tonight, though I couldn't place what. It seemed he was a little hypocritical tonight; wanting me to stay close to the animatronics when in previous nights he'd asked me to stay away.

My breath caught in my throat. There wasn't someone in the room with him, right...?

Before I could finish my train of thought, I saw Mangle had moved into my room. I used my flashlight to get rid of her.

What was I thinking about again...? Eh, forget it. It's best to focus on staying alive!

After the night was done, I wrote down my last clues. I remember Phone Guy had mentioned a yellow suit; I checked the backroom and sure enough there it was! So that was how Afton lured the kids - by disguising himself as a trusted character!! I felt my blood boil in rage.

Going to the phone, I gathered up the recorded tape as proof in the investigation and put it in my bag. Things were going well! The killer would go to jail at last and justice would be served!

Or so I thought...

...

I was a little loopy that morning and did as Phone Guy asked. Staying close to the animatronics - but not too close - and watching over the kids.

There was a scream. Panicking, I ran to see a child had hurt themselves on one of Mangle's exposed parts. Who's brilliant idea was it anyway to have a disassembling attraction anyways!? I reached into my bag for a bandage and applied it the the child's leg. But just as I leaned down, Mangle opened his jaws.

Well, you know the rest. Heh.

I was rushed to the hospital, and they removed what was left of the frontal lobe in my brain. Scotty must have been a real nerd, since he knew the name for it and I didn't. He was there with me, I realized as I sat in the bed. Scotty had been the one to call an ambulance. Smiling up at him, I reached over to ruffle his hair.

"Oh. Heh, hey there..." Scott said, grinning up at me guiltily.

"Hey," I said. "Is it just me, or am I forgetting something? It was urgent, I think..."

"Uhh, you mean your detective work?"

"Yeah."

"I got your bag right here!" He showed it to me. I reached for it and looked inside. Alright; so the documents were all still there. I felt surprisingly numb, considering how important this investigation was. But considering my whole frontal lobe was missing, I should be thankful I'm even alive.

Later that night, William came to visit me. I was suspicious of his motives but I humored him in our conversation. He thought he was being coy but I saw him take my reports out of the bag and shred them. He also destroyed the tapes.

It should have made my cry, hop up and down in anger, and feel terrified that my boss was most likely going to kill me. I should have protested; but instead I felt nothing.

Instead of killing me though, Afton left with a huge smug smirk on his face, looking directly at me. I exhaled, not realizing I was holding in my breath. It was alright; things would be alright, I told myself, trying to be positive like Scott. But I knew deep down that things would not be.

The murderer got away with it. I failed.

And without my frontal lobe, I couldn't even feel upset about it.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #jeremy fitzgerald #phone guy #william afton #mention of lore and theories #general dark theme #serious fic #bad ending #I hope I was accurate here heh #also this includes my hc that phone guy was being watched/threatened by afton on night 6 #poor sweetie pie deserved better!#also jeremy #jeremy deserved better too #my writing #gen fics

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