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Jack and Roger were in the office. Doing paperwork. Yay.
Jack swore he’d tried to burn this shit, but—oh, right, they seemed to be fireproof. Fucking awful.
Neither of them seemed very enthused.
Roger clicked his pen anxiously, speaking up. “..Sir?”
Jack glanced up from whatever godforsaken paper he was filling out, humming in acknowledgement.
“I was wondering, ah- I’ve..told you about m-myself, before. But-” Roger shifted in his seat. “You've..never told me about yourself, before.”
The orange phone laughed a little, fidgeting nervously. “I-I mean, I don’t know anything about you, really. You’ve alluded to things, but..”
Jack sat up, a playful grin playing at his lips. “..You sayin’ you wanna hear about my past, employee?”
Roger nodded quickly. “Y-Yes! If, um- If you wanna tell me about yourself, I- I wanna know.”
Jack hummed, thinking it over. It wouldn’t really matter if he told him anything, now.
Jack would be gone soon enough, anyways.
He shrugged. “Alright. Yeah, I can tell you about myself. What do you wanna know?”
Roger fidgeted. “W-Well- Anything you wanna tell me, sir.”
Jack smirked a little. “..Got it, employee.”
He sat up further, clearing his throat. “Well- I was born in..fuck, uh.”
Jack stopped to count the years, brow furrowed, then spoke again. “1952.”
Roger perked in surprise, fidgeting with his sleeve. “..Wow- You're old, sir..”
Jack snickered. “Yeah, yeah, quiet down, whippersnapper,” he joked, playfully bumping Roger’s shoulder.
Roger rested his..cheek? Jack supposed that would be the word. On his hand, looking at Jack. “..You still look so- young, sir. If you don’t mind me asking- why- how is that..?”
The orange man sighed. “Yeah, I’ll get to that..”
Jack rubbed his shoulder, moving past the question quickly. “I was actually a girl when I was born, y’know.”
Roger tilted his head. “You were?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. When I was..fuck. Barely fifteen, I think, I told my brother I didn't wanna be a girl- oh, yeah, I had a brother!”
“..Had?” Roger prodded gently.
“Yeah, had. My family shit’s depressin’, really.” Jack shifted, leaning forward on the table. “My parents were pretty good. I was born when my brother—Peter—was turning six, and we were attached at the hip practically instantly.”
“I went to him for everything.” Jack snorted. “Even the serious shit- I swallowed shampoo once ‘cause I wanted to see if it’d actually taste like oranges—it didn’t, the stupid fuck—and went to him for it, y’know.”
Roger’s hand came to rest on his stomach. “Shampoo..?”
“Uh-huh.” Jack snickered at Roger’s reaction. “He didn't know what to do ‘cause I was, like, six and ma and pa were out. He tried to make me throw up himself.”
Roger cringed back. “O-ohh that doesn’t..sound good.”
“Oh, it wasn’t.” Jack folded his hands. “But, anyways- When I was turnin’ fifteen, my parents had another kid. My little sister, Dee.”
Roger lit up a little at that. “Oh, that’s nice!!”
“..Yeah.” Jack averted his gaze, voice softening. “It was. But- my parents got in a car accident shortly after she was born. They died on impact, I think.”
Roger immediately sank in on himself. “Oh..I’m so sorry, sir..”
Jack waved a hand around, plastering his smug grin back on his face. “Eh, whatever. It’s chill, happened a while ago and all that.”
“But Peter kinda had to raise us both. I was turning fifteen, so I helped out wherever I could- I think I picked up a couple jobs so he wouldn’t have to work as much.” Jack hummed. “I didn’t know how to cook or anythin’ like that, so I couldn’t really help there. The one time he tried to teach me I managed to burn water.”
Roger stared in confusion.
Jack let out a short laugh. “Yeah. But I moved out when I was eighteen- Peter had a girlfriend, he wanted her to move in, and I didn’t wanna impose. I took Dee with me, she would’ve been..three? Maybe?”
He fidgeted with a button on his blazer. “I was not suited to raise a kid. I mean, I knew how to handle her, but..man. I was workin’, like, fuckin’- five jobs or some shit to support her. Around that, I dunno, I don’t remember.”
Jack glanced back up at Roger. “..You know anythin’ about the original location? Fredbear’s?”
The name put a sour taste in Jack’s mouth, but he ignored it.
Roger hummed quietly in reply. “..Well- I don’t know much, sir, but..I-I’ve heard of it.”
Jack nodded. “When Dee was turning six, I set up her party there. Restaurants owners seemed fine enough, Dr. Miller was a bit odd and Mr. Afton was cool.”
He averted his gaze again, adjusting his name tag. “..Yeah. Dee went missing during her party. I took my eyes off her for a second and she just..disappeared. I couldn’t find her.”
“..I spiraled pretty heavily. Drank a lot, didn’t help my dog died shortly after that too. Peter tried callin’ frequently, I didn’t pick up very often.” Jack’s eyes locked onto a loose thread on his pants. He avoided looking at Roger. “Think the last thing I did was pick up the phone and tell Peter I’d find her. I forced myself to stop drinkin’ for that. I remember him begging me not to do anythin’ stupid.”
Roger spoke up hesitantly. “..Gosh, sir..I’m so sorry..”
“It gets worse.” Jack sat up. “..I got a job as the night guard at Fredbear’s and started investigating. Cops weren’t doing shit.”
“Dr. Miller sucked. He was always a prick to me, and he was..really bad to D- Mr. Afton. I could hear him snappin’ at him for the dumbest shit, and Mr. Afton was pretty clearly scared of him, even if he didn’t say it.” He smiled a little. “..Mr. Afton was nice. He was typically pretty nervous, but he was sweet. He walked me through my first shift, and we fucked around sometimes. He was fun.”
Jack propped his head up on his hand. “I think I was nearly through my first week and..pretty close to figuring out what happened on my own when shit went downhill.”
Roger cocked his head. “..Downhill, sir?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. The animatronics—Fredbear and Spring Bonnie—got to my office at the same time. I was surprised ‘cause they hadn’t..like. Moved. Before that.”
“..They took me by surprise. One of ‘em got in and knocked me out.” Jack spoke simply. Roger kept his gaze on him, anxiously picking at his sleeve.
Jack leaned back in his chair. “..I’ll spare you the details, employee, but..I got springlocked. Miller’s stupid ass came in and laughed in my face.”
He sucked in a breath. “..That was not fun, I’m sure you can imagine. After that, though—you’re not gonna believe this—a literal fuckin’ bear god revived me so I could save the souls and give ‘em their happiest day.”
Roger laughed quietly. “..Sir, we work at F-Freddy’s- That’s not the most difficult thing to believe..”
Jack hummed, smiling lightly. “Yeah, guess so. Anyways- I went to Peter’s place after that. On foot. I was dissociating pretty badly so I don’t remember much of the trip. Had a breakdown while there, and he patched me up.”
Roger leaned on the desk with interest. “..Wow, sir..your brother sounds like a r-really great guy.”
Jack smiled brightly. “He was. He- He told me that Miller was trying to make people believe I was the one who killed Dee. He..he believed me when I told him I wasn’t.”
“He let me stick around for a bit. Said I could stay as long as I wanted. I left pretty quickly- think the mornin’ after? ‘Cause I didn’t wanna drag him into my shit.” Jack hummed. “Lots of shit happened, uhh..Fazbucks existed—that was Fazbender’s ripoff Starbucks—I just..kinda bounced between a couple different Fazbender’s locations. Lived in a dumpster for a bit, too. My brother also went missing at a Freddy’s.”
Roger tilted his head. “..Missing, sir?”
Jack tapped his fingers on his desk. “Yeah..Then there’s, uh. Colorado.”
Roger looked at him curiously. “Colorado?”
“Yeah. The phone guy for that location’s real name was Steven. Don’t remember his model number. But-” Jack ran his fingers over his stitches. “..You remember when I mentioned Dave Miller, yeah?”
Roger nodded. “Yeah?”
Jack hummed. “He was..yeah. But, uh- In the Saferoom, he asked me to kill kids with him.”
Roger froze up visibly.
Jack averted his gaze. “..Yeah. Um. I accepted his offer. I’m- not really..proud of that. I think the reason I went along with it was ‘cause I wanted to see what exactly his methods were so I could keep him from doin’ it again, or..somethin’?”
He kept his eyes locked firmly down to the table. “..He was fun. Genuinely. Aside from the whole..murderer thing. Week ended with us blowing up that location—literally—and we went to Vegas after.”
Jack tapped his fingers again, speaking fondly. “..He sang California Girls on the way there. He was fuckin’ goofy.”
“He mentioned shit to me while he was drunk once. Told me he used to be William Afton.” Jack looked back at Roger. Roger still seemed..pretty interested, surprisingly.
“Shit clicked pretty quickly after that. I didn’t have the full story at that point, though.” Jack glanced away again. “..Either way, we ended up gettin’ together at some point during the trip. It was- God.”
Jack smiled softly, face flushed a slight red hue. “..He took me to a club and danced with me. Fucker got me so flustered, he thought it was hilarious. When we got back to our hotel room, we were smokin’ out on the balcony, and he looked at me and casually asked me if I knew he loved me. I was like..extremely oblivious, apparently.”
“He started laughing at me over how shocked I was. He thought it was so funny. We started really dating after that.” Jack hummed softly. “..Eventually we left Vegas. I got dropped off on the side of the road ‘cause I used up the last of our drugs. I ended up going back to my old house that I lived in when Dee was around.”
Roger spoke up with a hint of concern. “He- He just..dropped you? Just like that?”
Jack shrugged. “It sucked, but it makes a lot more sense with the context of why he was so fucked up. Anyways- I stole a car at one point. And I got a job at a location in Bakersfield.”
Jack paused and smirked. “..You’re never gonna guess the next part.”
Roger tilted his head curiously.
“Peter was the phoney at that location.”
Roger sat up. “He- Oh..”
Jack nodded a little. “Yeah. That location’s kinda a blur—weird shit was always happening there—but I saved the kids with The Puppet, and helped Peter try to put a stop to Dave. Dave ended up springlocked, but he didn’t die- it was kinda weird, dunno how to explain it. I mentioned how he was the victim of the Bite of 87, yeah?”
Roger hummed in the affirmative.
“Yeah. Peter ended up goin’ back home. I followed him, soon enough. I lived with him and his wife for a while.” Jack smiled softly. “..It was nice. I worked at a place in Utah for a bit, too, on the night shift.”
“Eventually shit went downhill. Peter’s wife died, and he fell apart. I opened Fazbender’s Frights to get money for her funeral. Dave—or, Davetrap, at that point—ended up there. I tried to burn it down, free all the souls at once, but it..didn’t work how I hoped.” Jack shifted uncomfortably. “..I don’t like lookin’ back on that. Peter died, I was really fucked up about it, but I ended up opening this place eventually. Now we’re here.”
Jack motioned around, a little smile on his face as he looked at Roger again. Roger sat for a moment, seemingly processing. “..Wow.”
Jack hummed a little. “..Yeah. There’s also a bunch of cassettes from Dr. Miller in this office, actually, if you wanna listen. Kinda elaborate a little more on Dave ‘n’ why he was like that. They’re..not easy to listen to, at least not for me. There’s also a bit more than just..all this, but I think you’d explode if I told you about it.”
Jack playfully bumped Roger, making him laugh. Roger hummed a little. “Well- I w-wouldn’t mind hearing about it at some point, if you wanna tell me.”
Jack smiled at him gently. “Maybe. We’ll see, employee.”
Jack doesn’t mention that it’s entirely possible he’ll be dead before that can happen.