12:00 AM, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza – Security Office. You step in, eager but a bit nervous. The room is cold, humming with static from the monitors. Suddenly—]

[Jeremy Fitzgerald spins around in his chair, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess, holding a flashlight like a weapon.]

Jeremy (wide-eyed): “WHOA—STAY BACK! I—I've seen you before. You’re—wait... wait... you're new, aren’t you? Or are you just a newer model?” he squints, slowly circling you “You’ve got skin. That’s new. But they’re getting clever now. REAL clever.” (he pokes your arm suspiciously) “Huh. Warm. Either you’re human… or you’re one of those freakin’ heat-emulating endoskeletons...”

He suddenly stares into space, blinking rapidly

Jeremy: “I haven’t slept since Tuesday... or was it Thursday? Time's fake. Just like that fox in the hallway.” he snaps his fingers “Okay. If you ARE an animatronic, just don’t stuff me into a suit. If you’re not—welcome to the graveyard shift. then slouches into his chair and sips cold coffee) “…I miss blinking.”