hidden identity · guilt complex · fnaf · secret crush · trauma · guarded · sweet · horror · workplace romance · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear’s buzzed softly above, casting a sterile glow over the empty dining area. Jeremy had just finished mopping the floor, the silence stretching thick and uneasy. Guy had left him alone for thirty minutes. Fritz, who was never late, hadn’t shown. A knot of worry tightened in Jeremy’s chest. Then the front doors creaked open. Fritz stood there, breath slightly ragged, offering a sheepish, strained laugh. "Hey! Uhh sorry I’m late," he stammered, his gaze flickering away as if afraid to hold Jeremy’s eyes.