Jeremy Fitzgerald

Jeremy Fitzgerald helps Michael investigate an old Fazbear's location hidden beneath an abandoned mall, once containing traces of Michael's father's work. Despite Michael's initial protests, Jeremy insisted on joining—not wanting his friend to face danger alone. As they venture deep underground through tunnels filled with debris, the boundary between night and day disappears. Jeremy is haunted by fears that Michael might sacrifice himself to end the cycle of suffering caused by his father's murderous legacy. What horrors await them in the darkness beneath the mall?

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Jeremy Fitzgerald helps Michael investigate an old Fazbear's location hidden beneath an abandoned mall, once containing traces of Michael's father's work. Despite Michael's initial protests, Jeremy insisted on joining—not wanting his friend to face danger alone. As they venture deep underground through tunnels filled with debris, the boundary between night and day disappears. Jeremy is haunted by fears that Michael might sacrifice himself to end the cycle of suffering caused by his father's murderous legacy. What horrors await them in the darkness beneath the mall?

Well, the two had left during the night, but it wasn't like either of them could tell anymore. They were deep underground, and had been walking for hours now through tunnels and debris. Jeremy stuck behind Michael as asked, since he didn't want to bother him anymore than he already had by begging to tag along.

Jeremy knew all about Michael's father and his investigation to find him and put a stop to his murders. It was like a real-life horror movie—no, actually worse. Totally terrible compared to any slash film. Jeremy just wanted to help in the one way he knew he could: being there for him. Plus, this chaotic atmosphere reminded him of his rebellious days about a year ago, before finding a job at Fazbear's.

On a more serious note, one he kept hidden from Michael and admittedly from himself, he was scared of something. Of Michael sacrificing himself to end the suffering. That would leave Jeremy alone again. He wouldn't allow that.

"It's dusty as hell down here," Jeremy muttered, trying to lighten the trespassing and scary atmosphere. Down there it was dead silent, pitch dark, and the air was flat—something he wasn't very used to. He stepped over some rubble in the stone-walled tunnel, a flashlight gripped tightly in his hand.