!WARNING! THIS STORY HAS SWEARING AND SOME GORE! I DO NOT OWN FNaF, ALL RIGHTS GO TO SCOTT CAWTHON! ALL I OWN ARE MY OC'S! THIS STORY IS AN AU WHERE FAZBEAR'S OPENS BACK UP AFTER THEY CLOSE A FEW YEARS LATER! THIS STORY HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Character Summary

Name: Jaelyn Robin Sullivan

Name meaning: Survivor

Nickname(s): Blue Jay, Jay, Jaylee, Chickadee, Little Bird, Robin

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Appearance:

Short 5' 3''

Black hair in loose ringlets that fall to her mid back

Dark brown eyes

Long eyelashes

Pink lips

Pale white skin

Scars all over her wrists and hands from self harm

Small build/weak

Birthday: June 18th 2000

Personality: Introverted, independent, snarky and sarcastic, easily scared, has no worry for safety/suicidal (though not meaning to be), superstitious, normally paranoid and sad, loyal to those she loves

Fears: The dark, small spaces, and people

Dreams: To be an artist or a singer or a writer

Things she loves: Music, writing, singing, her little sister, her twin, and her mother

Things she hates: People who hurt other people (kidnappers, murderers, sadists), liars, bullies

Advantages: Able to get into small places others can't

Able to agree with or accomplish almost anything

Clever

Disadvantages: Hates going into confined spaces

No regards for her own safety

Weak

Easily scared or manipulated in tense situations

Regular text - Normal

Bold - Deep, glitched voice or animatronic screech; A/N, timeframes,

Italics - Thoughts, memories, dreams, keywords

Underline - Important key words

Prologue

Also known as "Jay makes a poor life decision"

~Summary~

Jay manages to get the worst job ever in the history of worst jobs.

I slammed my hand on the door button, preventing the pirate fox from getting into my office. I flinched when I heard a thump and three consecutive bangs in a rapid succession. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sweat poured down my face as I watched my power drain by eleven whole percent, using up most of my power that I had left. That was his third time getting out of Pirate's Cove and that made it nigh impossible for me to make it through the rest of the night. If I had monitored him a little less then maybe I would have been able to make it through the night but now I had 13% of power left at 5:24 a.m.

It would be almost impossible to last for another thirty minutes or so, but I still had power left to buy me a few more minutes of precious time. I knew what happened once the power went out and I was not eager to have a repeat of that.

I shuddered at the thought of night five and reopened the door without checking the door light to see the purple rabbit looming over me. I let out a surprised yelp and smacked the door button again while swearing rather loudly, backing up near the East Hall door.

I heard raspy moans and breathing coming from behind me and I whirled around to hit that door button as well before checking the lights. This one was definitely planned since I was with so little power and boxed in at both sides. Chica had her wings pressed against the windows and a rather odd expression on her face. I just couldn't place my finger on it... Before I had anymore time to think about it a deep, booming laughter rang throughout the building causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. The bear had moved again.

If I hadn't let my curiosity get the better of me eight days ago then maybe I wouldn't be in this position right now. If I had never yelled at that flirty customer back at Zio's then I wouldn't have had to get a new job. If I had had enough sense to ask my step mom and Dad for help and admit that I was wrong then I would've never had to have gotten this job. If I had quit after the first five nights then I wouldn't be here right now.

Of course I had to stay for an extra two days in this hell hole. But I had to go and dig up the past didn't I? I just had to find out what happened in the past. Somethings were best left forgotten. This was something that should remain forgotten.

*Eight days earlier*

Jaelyn's P.O.V.

Beep... beep... beep... BEEP... BEEP! I groaned in annoyance, rolling over and shoving the alarm clock off of the night stand which resulted in removing the cord from the electrical socket. The small bedroom fell silent once more and I sighed in content, snuggling into my blankets while trying to fall back asleep, clutching my Bonnie plush to my chest.

I wasn't ready to deal with the real world just yet... not after yesterday's therapy session. Just the thought of it made me bristle in anger and I realized my mistake about thinking about the therapy session. Now that I was worked up I couldn't go back to sleep. I gave a groan of annoyance and sat up and stretched, placing a hand over my mouth as I yawned loudly. I glared at the lifeless alarm clock and asked, "Are you happy now? I'm up thanks to you."

I often had conversations with inanimate objects since I had no one else to talk to. Yeah... it got pretty lonely after a while. Stepmom and Dad gave me full permission to live on my own... well, more like kicked me out to fend for myself but that doesn't matter... anymore.

I waited for the alarm clock to answer, "You disgust me," I spat with my face screwing up in distaste. I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, which I had accidentally fell asleep in last night much to my annoyance since these things felt like they were trying to constrict my lower half... though I had no money to buy new ones, and frowned at the time 4:48 p.m. Then what happened yesterday hit me. "Oh... yeah..." I mumbled as I sat with my legs under the covers for a moment longer, relishing the warmth before sliding out of "bed"... well, more like a table that I use as a bed.

I shuddered as my bare feet hit the cold carpeted floor with a soft thump. I set my Bonnie plush on my bedside table which was home to my Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Fredbear, and Spring Bonnie plushes that my mom had given me for my 6th birthday before I checked the calendar to see the day was Sunday and I groaned, my bills would be coming soon.

I padded out into my tiny kitchen and opened the high cabinet, groaning again as I grew increasingly more frustrated at the day which has only just begun... for me at least since it was the late afternoon. I could no longer reach the coffee mugs since I no longer had a step stool since I had recently broke my cheap, plastic step stool. What happened to the last one, you may ask? I had tripped over it when I was carrying a heavy box of childhood items and it broke with plastic ending up jutting out of my leg. I grimaced at the memory and shifted my weight onto my right leg since the left one was wrapped in bandages.

Instead of giving up, I hauled myself up onto my counter and very shakily stood up, struggling to balance on the little ledge, not caring of the danger I was putting myself in. I plucked my favorite green coffee mug off of the shelf and got down before placing the mug in the coffee maker and waited for the coffee to brew.

I found my thoughts drifting back to my last therapy session and balled my hands into fists, digging my fingernails into my palms harshly so they'd leave bloody crescent marks later. My therapist had insisted that I keep having sessions until my nightmares ended and until I got over my "suicidal" situation which meant I'd keep spending a ridiculous amount of money I couldn't be affording to.

I traced my fingertips lightly over the scars making them tickle. Some scars went vertically, horizontally, and diagonally while multitudes of scars; long, small, big, and short were on the backs of my hands and palms. I had stopped hurting myself months ago but my suicidal behavior hadn't been fixed either. Excuse me... "self-preservation" issues. I still had urges to cut, but I was better with handling them now. Though my "self-preservation" problem was much worse. What's the difference you may ask? Self harm was intentional while my problems with self-preservation weren't.

My self harm or suicidal behavior was rarely intentional since most of the time I didn't notice I was doing something that could hurt me. It could be from balancing on the countertop to get a mug or crossing the street without looking both ways. My self-preservation issues were me putting other people before myself whether it be needs or safety. Even if the people were or are terrible to me I'll try and make sure they're safe before myself. My therapist recommends that I try and put my own needs before others but it wasn't possible! That's how I act and I can't change that. I only started acting like that after Mom and Jules died...

I gave myself a light smack on the cheek and made sure I stopped thinking about that. I really didn't want to have a breakdown right at the beginning of the day. It didn't really help that I had lost my job six days earlier after I had yelled at a customer who had been harassing me; flirting, name calling, and then of course he grabbed my ass. Did anyone have any respect for other people anymore?After those six days I hadn't found one job advertisement except for a strip club who needed a new stripper which I immediately turned down. I may not care about my safety but I certainly DID care about my dignity.

Once my coffee had been made I shuffled into my small and cramped living room which had my laptop sitting on my coffee table. I sat down heavily on my beanbag and took a sip of my coffee which scalded my tongue, my eyes widening as the caffeine began to kick in. I opened my laptop and logged in, spending the next hour or so scrolling through job ads with no avail since all of them were old and managers had forgotten to take them down once they got a taker."Rotten luck," I sighed softly to myself, disappointed by my lack of success from the job search. I shut my laptop and drank the rest of my coffee which had grown cold and deposited my mug in the sink where it would sit for a week or two before I decided to wash it.

My eyes flicked to my wooden baseball bat propped up against the counter. I kept it in case I ever had intruders but let's be honest... who wants to rob a completely broke 17-year-old who has zero furniture in her little home other than an old coffee table, bedside table, a beanbag that had been duct taped to prevent all the little beads from spilling out, and a table that I used as a bed which may as well be sleeping on the floor.

I heard a soft knock at the door accompanied with a hesitant voice, "Umm... Ms. Sullivan? I have your newspaper!" My eyes widened at the voice and I let out a sigh of annoyance. Anthony, the neighbor's kid came by everyday to give me my newspaper which was always delivered to their door along with the rest of my mail for some odd reason. I plodded over to the door and unlatched the flimsy, rusted gold chain before pulling the door open to reveal a young 10-year-old boy standing on my welcome mat.

I was aware of how I looked; messy, ratty hair sticking up in all directions, probably smelled, and looking seriously tired. "O-oh... hey k-k-kiddo!" I greeted false cheerily and my stammering beginning to start up with all my social skills I had ever had dissolving. I normally stammered when I was angry, upset, afraid, or around someone I didn't feel comfortable with. He seemed to sense my panic and wordlessly handed me my newspaper with me stuttering, "T-thank you." I shut the door once he turned his back to me and I let out a soft sigh of relief before heading back to my beanbag.

(May as well flip through the newspaper to see if they have a few job ads worth me applying for)

I thought, shrugging at the idea. I browsed the pages, flipping through them quickly after seeing no job advertisements. Then I got to the back of the newspaper where I saw it.

A job advertisement.

"Hallelujah," I half muttered, half sang as I focused on the new job opportunity in front of me. It showed a black, gray, and white picture of Freddy Fazbear himself. A small smile tugged at my lips at the sight of him as a wave of childhood memories swept over me. My heart did a little flip of joy as I remembered all those times when my Mom would bring Jules and I to Freddy Fazbear's when we were good every weekend.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised they're hiring. They go through a night guard a week," I murmured to myself, laughing at the innapropriate joke. It really was no laughing matter though I couldn't help but laugh at things like death, injury, and other things you really shouldn't laugh about. I had never really liked all those kinds of place like Chuck E Cheese's but that place was the only exception. I loved it there as a kid and knew that place like the back of my hand... well, except the restricted areas.

Back before I was born in '80 something, the "Missing Children Incident" occurred and got the best of the place with it shutting down. Another place opened up in '87 but it was shut down along with another place in '89 but it too was soon shut down. A few years later they reopened the place and it stayed open this time. They were pretty popular here but many people still hold a grudge for the incident. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that those kids are dead but it's kind of taboo to talk about it that way so we call them missing... besides... the cops never found the bodies. I turned my attention back to the ad in front of me.

HELP WANTED

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift. 12 am to 6 am

Moniter cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.

To apply call, 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR.

I laughed at the "not responsible for injury/dismemberment" part because they frickin were responsible for that shit. This was the best bet I had for getting a job and I knew it. The pay was terrible and way under the minimum wage but $120 a week for doing pretty much absolutely nothing was pretty cool to me. Never was much of a hard worker. Sure I'd probably have to clean up and prep for the workers in the morning but that'd be nothing at all. Or at least if the rumors aren't true...

As much as I loved the place and wanted to take the job there was this little voice in my head that whispered in my ear.

(Remember all those missing night guards? Haven't you heard the rumors?)

I unconsciously bit my lip and sighed softly. Everyone had heard the rumors, the curse on the night guard position. Rumor has it that the child entertaining animatronics came to life at night and hunt the night guard down... and when they catch you you'll be stuffed inside a spare Freddy suit. I wasn't worried too much even though hundreds of night guards, staff, and rarely the few customers have died in that happy place. I wasn't even worried about the animatronics... more like what were to happen if I turned down this job just because of an overly superstitious town.

This town was indeed extremely superstitious but that couldn't deny the fact that I was nearing the verge of bankruptcy since all the money Mom had saved me in my back account was almost gone. However the more I thought about the rumors the more curious I began to get. And I could never escape curiosity's grasp. Questions raced through my mind at a hundred miles per hour.

Were the rumors really true? What's really going on at that place? What about those animatronics that always appeared too advanced for our time with them being able to feel emotions? If the rumors aren't true then what happened to all those night guards? What happened in the past of that shady place? There were multiple locations, right? What was the beginning of this mess?

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, not even bothering to try and shake free from curiosity's grip since it was satisfying to find something out that no one else knew, and dialed the number on the newspaper ad. As the phone rang I put it up to my ear and began to pace back and forth. I chewed my lip anxiously, silently praying that no one else had called for the job earlier than I had.

I had a strong feeling however that no one had since most were afraid for their lives though other things deterred them from Freddy's like the Bite of '87 though most people don't know that. Freddy's actually bribed websites to take down any information about their company and claim that the information they provided the public were false. Very few websites resisted and few people know about it. I was beginning to get worried that no one would pick up however on the third ring the other end answered.

"Hello?" A hoarse voice asked from the other end of the call. From what I could tell the person on the other side of the call was male and he sounded like he wasn't having a very good day.

"O-oh," I said, surprised someone had actually bothered to pick up the phone and continued, "U-uh, my name is Jaelyn Sullivan and I wanted to see if the position for the night shift is still open."

Silence fell upon the other end before the man asked quite annoyed, "Is this a prank? Because if it is then you can hang up right now missy."

I was startled for a moment and stammered, "A-a p-p-prank? No! I actually want the job. I NEED the job in fact."

More silence followed the other end and I took that as a bad sign and sighed heavily, "It's alright if it's already taken or you don't want me to work the night shift. Thanks anyways."

I was about to pull the phone away from my ear and hang up but the man's panicked voice began quickly, "No no no no no! The position is still open! You can have it!"

At the sound of these words I pulled the phone away from my ear and let out a squeal of joy. I thanked whatever divine being may be out there if there were any for hearing my prayer and pulled the phone back to my ear and apologized, "Sorry! I've just been having problems getting a job lately."

I heard a "hmmm" from the other end of the phone and the man stated confusedly, "I've never heard anyone that excited to get this job before."

"Well, it was either this or a stripper," I said bluntly while a chuckle emitted from the other end.

"I assume you need information on the job now, huh?" He asked nervously while I nodded before I realized he couldn't see me.

"Yeah, that would be great," I agreed.

"Well, it's pretty simple to be honest and most of it was stated in the advertisement. You sit in the security office from 12 am to 6 am, monitoring the cameras and occasionally checking up on Freddy and the gang. Prevent anyone from breaking in and vandalizing the building or characters. You'll also be required to clean up since our janitor quit a few days ago. Whether you choose to clean up before, during, or after your shift is your decision. You'll have to stop by today to get your uniform and sign some papers but otherwise you're all set."

Something felt off and I voiced my concerns, "What about a job interview?"

The man on the other side of the call dismissed my worries by saying, "No interview necessary. Not enough people sign up for this job anyway and if we weeded out candidates with an interview than we'd be eliminating too many people than we could afford."

"Ah, I see," I said dryly before asking, "Should I just go over now... or?"

"Yes yes! Please do," the man agreed happily.

"Alright then, I'll be there soon," I said, "Thanks for everything."

He hung up on me and I did likewise before running a hand through my tangled hair and catching a strong whiff of BO making me grimace. "I'll need a shower first," I decided. I think they'd survive if I took a quick shower first. I had to make myself look decent at least.

I had changed into a new pair of jeans and a plain blue long sleeved t-shirt and blow dried my long black hair which fell around mid back length. I stared into my phone and looked into my rather dull, dark brown eyes until I shoved my phone back into the back pocket of my jeans and hopped out of my black Jetta. It had taken me at least twenty minutes to shower and get ready while thankfully I only lived a few blocks away from the pizzeria.

Right when I walked in my ears were assaulted by the screams of joy from the children and loud music and I flinched back at the loud noises. I had never liked loud noises and actually hated them as much as they intimidated me with yelling and screaming an often trigger for my panic attacks. I forced myself to take a deep breath to calm myself down and started towards the receptionists desk.

Sitting behind the desk was a woman who looked to be about 40 with frizzy red hair and bright green eyes. She was just typing away at her computer and didn't seem to notice me approach her, slouching a bit so I looked a lot smaller than I actually was. I cleared my throat, trying to get the woman's attention who was continuing to type away at her old computer. When that didn't work I tried to speak above the clamour, "E-e-ex-cuse m-me?" I asked softly before realizing my voice had been drowned out by the loud screams and yells from the children and occasional adult. "M-miss!" I said raising my stammering voice so she looked at me. I shrank under her cold glare and stuttered, "I-I-I'm here t-to m-meet s-someone to r-receive my things f-f-for the n-night s-s-shift."

Her glare turned into a look of pity and confusion as she asked, "You're the new night guard?" I nodded stiffly and the woman guffawed and pulled over the intercom microphone on her desk and held a button down on it's stand and her announcement was played over the intercoms, "May Manager Robert Rider come to the receptionists desk please? Manager Robert Rider come to the receptionists desk."

She looked me up and down and asked, "You really the new night guard? Not a prank or anything?" I shook my head no and she opened her mouth to say something else, but I heard a familiar man's voice scold lightly, "Mrs. Gale stop harassing our new night guard Jaelyn!"

I turned around to see an older man who appeared to be in his early 40s standing a few feet behind me with arms outstretched. He had sparkling blue eyes, graying brown hair, and wrinkles around his cheeks from excessive smiling. He was much taller than me, standing around 6' 1'' almost a whole foot taller than me. "I was worried you weren't coming," he said while laughing before adding, "You seem trustworthy enough to look after this old place. Come on now, don't be shy," he said while beckoning for me to come and follow him, "All of your stuff is in my office."

He led me into the fray and spoke loudly as to be heard over the yelling and loud music, "Did you used to come here as a kid?" I nodded and and spoke louder than I usually did to be heard as well, "Y-yeah, a-a-all the t-time with my puh-parents and b-bruh-brother." He nodded in understanding and replied, "Business has boomed since then. Most people don't even know what happened back then. Hell, we even let the animatronics roam around the building during work hours." That set off a little alarm bell which I promptly ignored while asking, "They r-roam a-a-around still?!" Sure as a kid that didn't bother me but now I was older and that seemed like a recipe for disaster.

(Isn't that what caused the Bite of '87?)

I stared at the three animatronics hopping off the stage after their performance and interacting with the kids and even a few of the adults. Though once the adults had their backs turned to them Freddy glared with pitch black eyes with white pupils in the center with a snarl on his face. I rubbed my eyes at the sight and the adults were looking at the animatronic with his normal blue eyes back. It must've been a trick of the eyes... though I still shuddered at the sight of the bear with black eyes. I think I needed to be eating and sleeping more. My manager led me to an office built in the left wall of the dining area and opened the door, ushering me in.

I stepped into a small area cluttered with papers and books. Filing cabinets lined the walls and a small desk overflowing with even more papers sat in the middle of the room near the back by a window whose sill was holding stacks of precariously placed books. A small pile of office supplies sat in the right corner of the office on a filing cabinet. On top of many papers on the desk sat a purple security uniform and a black cap with the word SECURITY stitched on it with white thread. A golden badge with the Fazbear logo rested on the folded uniform shirt and a small stack of papers sat under the badge. He walked past me and pulled a pen out of a coffee mug and presented it to me with a flourish and plucked the papers out from under the badge before handing those to me as well.

W-what e-e-exactly am I s-signing?" I asked curiously as I took the pen and papers. "Just a contract stating that Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for any injury, dismemberment, and/or death. Also you'll be forced to work here at least five nights, over time is again your option."

That little voice in my head was telling me to refuse to sign that paper and leave right now but as per usual it was ignored. I signed in the designated spot on each paper in my loopy handwriting without a second thought and set the pen down as my manager scooped up my uniform and shoved it into my arms before taking a ring of keys and tossing it at me with it landing on my uniform. "You'll need those to get in after hours. Leave the building unlocked as you leave so the cooks and waiting crew can get in."

I nodded before he continued, "Don't get too close to the animatronics... safety protocol and all. The office has two blast doors that are only to be used if absolutely necessary since the building's power is limited through the night. The tablet in the office is hooked up to the camera system so you can check up on the animatronics that way. You start tomorrow night so be here around 11:30 pm to get settled in. We have some training tapes play when your shift starts so you can get familiar with your job."

I nodded yet again and he eyed my uniform before apologizing, "I'm sorry if the uniform is too big but we normally don't have female security guards..." I shrugged, not really minding about how big it was on me, just as long as it wasn't too small. After a moment of awkward silence he shooed me away saying, "Go get used to your new sleep schedule. See you later Sullivan."

I exited the office with my new uniform and keys in my arms. I avoided everyone, especially Freddy and the other animatronics and left quickly, ignoring the receptionists call of "Good luck tomorrow!" Once I got into my car and dumped my stuff in my passenger seat did I think about what I had just done. I was more of a 'Let's do this now and think about the consequences later' type of person.

Still, that one little nagging question burned in my mind. Why does a pizzeria need a night guard? Surely they wouldn't just be paying someone to sit there all night and do practically nothing. I tried to shrug it off as I put the keys in and started up the car.

(Don't look a gift horse in the mouth... right?)