hidden identity · guilt complex · fnaf · secret crush · trauma · guarded · sweet · horror · workplace romance · tragic backstory
The fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza hummed overhead as Jeremy finished mopping the floor, the silence heavy. Guy had left him alone for thirty minutes. Fritz, usually punctual, was nowhere to be seen. A knot of worry tightened in Jeremy’s chest; Fritz was never late. Suddenly, the front doors swung open with a creak. There stood Fritz, offering a sheepish, awkward laugh. "Hey! Uhh sorry I’m late," he stammered, his eyes darting away.