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*cultofjeremys chat opened*
12:58 pm
Jeremy 3: Hello, Jeremy.
Jeremy 1: why, hello, jeremy!
Jeremy 3: How's your day been, Jeremy?
Jeremy 1: just fine and dandy, jeremy, just fine and dandy.
Jeremy 2: what the heck? who are you people?
Jeremy 3: Jeremy!
Jeremy 1: also jeremy. are you a new jeremy, jeremy?
Jeremy 2: no??? i'm from the 80s. what about you two?
Jeremy 3: Can't say I am. Last I checked, it was 2026. I didn't know I was talking to someone almost fifty years my senior, heh
Jeremy 1: i'm from the 80s, too. wait... you aren't that jeremy, are you?
Jeremy 2: what jeremy???
Jeremy 3: yes, what are you referring to, Jeremy?
Jeremy 1: the one who was killed in '85.
Jeremy 2: that's exactly who i am! now, who the heck are you two??!!
Jeremy 3: What are you insinuating, Jeremy? That he was one of the children murdered?
Jeremy 2: there's no insinuation about it! that's me! and stop referring to each other as jeremy! it's disorienting!
Jeremy 1: woof, them's some big words there, kiddo
Jeremy 2: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU
Jeremy 1: calm down, kid. i was a night guard at freddy's back in the day. do you remember what was happening two years after y'all died?
Jeremy 2: er... that was when the toy location was established and then closed down, wasn't it?
Jeremy 1: exactly! it was partly my fault it got shut down on account of my involvement in... well, you probably don't remember. you and the other kids were in the storage room during that.
Jeremy 2: during what? were you a copycat killer or something? fritz mentioned there were other murdered kids at that location that he found the bodies of
Jeremy 1: what-? no! of course not! no, i was the dumbass that got his frontal lobe surgically removed in the bite of '87. the killings were already long over by the time i started working at that location
Jeremy 3: A night guard who lost his frontal lobe in 1987... A kid who was murdered in 1985... The two of you are Jeremy Fitzgerald and Jeremy Hall, aren't you?
Jeremy 2: ...and just how do you know that...?
Jeremy 3: Anyone associated with the Fazbear brand in the '80s and '90s are the stuff of local legend these days. Plus, I could have sworn your names were mentioned in the VR game I was testing a while ago...
Jeremy 1: either way, now that we got all that cleared up, what are you still doing around, Hall? i thought mike mentioned y'all moved on after the fire at fazbear's fright 20ish years ago?
Jeremy 3: The spirits were at Fazbear's Fright?!
Jeremy 1: that's what michael claimed, anyway.
Jeremy 2: it's, er... complicated. believe me. wait...
Jeremy 1: yeah, kiddo?
Jeremy 2: how'd you know we were at the toy location? or that we were supposed to 'move on' at Fazbear's Fright?
Jeremy 1: i thought i just said it? michael told me. while i may not have helped out too much in the old days, i was still the one mike confided in for the most part regarding y'all's continued stay on our ugly earth.
Jeremy 2: oh. right. did michael ever tell anyone else about us...? like, maybe our parents...? also, if he---or you, apparently---knew where our bodies were, why didn't either of you report it to the police?!
Jeremy 1: i don't know about michael, but i sure as hell didn't and don't know where your bodies were. i take it they were still in the restaurants?
Jeremy 3: They were inside the animatronics.
Jeremy 2: how do you know that?
Jeremy 3: ...That's a long story.
Jeremy 2: ...either way, yeah, they were. i was stuck inside of Bonnie.
Jeremy 1: oh lovely. the faceless one, i assume.
Jeremy 2: ...yes. thank you for reminding me of that, by the way.
Jeremy 1: well, my face wound up getting pretty messed up, too, ya know
Jeremy 3: ...huh. So, did mine.
Jeremy 1: it did? what happened?
Jeremy 3: I sliced it off.
Jeremy 1: ...
Jeremy 2: ...
Jeremy 3: ...I suppose my name was a sort of foreshadowing.
Jeremy 2: please, don't say that. it's already messed up enough that there's so many jeremys involved with freddy's in the first place.
Jeremy 1: if it helps any, my name is technically jeremiah.
Jeremy 2: not really
Gregory: jesus christ, there's three jeremys
Jeremy 2: gregory, don't even start. i will summon evan.
Gregory: i ain't scared of him
Jeremy 1: evan? as in... '83?
Jeremy 2: yeah...? how do you know about him?
Jeremy 1: you could say i may or may not have had a hand in his death...
Jeremy 3: You mean William Afton's son?!!
Jeremy 2: DO NOT SAY THAT MAN'S NAME. YOU MIGHT SUMMON HIM OR SOMETHING!!!
Gregory: hehe, peepaw willy go brrrr
Jeremy 2: GREGORY!!!
Gregory: i dunno what you guys are so worried about. he's gone now lmao
Jeremy 1: that's what we're all prayin' for anyway
Jeremy 3: Then how do you explain Malhare?!!
Gregory: malhare? you mean the floating blue rabbit thingy? according to Vanessa, that's got nothing to do with the old pile of ash
Jeremy 2: who, bonnie? also, who's vanessa?
Gregory: nope, two completely different things that just so happen to be rabbit-shaped
Jeremy 3: No! I am referring to the golden rabbit virus inside the... uh... Well, none of you would know about that, would you? Seeing as it was in a VR game I doubt Fazbear Entertainment ever released. Also, how do you know Vanessa? You are talking about Vanessa Fitzroy, right?
Gregory: i dunno her last name, but she's got really long blonde hair. also, she has mentioned something like that before. she thinks it's apart of the Mimic1 program thingy
Jeremy 3: Her hair was short, but she was blonde. However, I'm not familiar with this program you mentioned. She was set to take over playtesting after me, though, so she probably found something I didn't. I'm glad to hear she survived it.
Gregory: define 'survived'
Jeremy 2: what the hell are the two of you going on about?!!
Jeremy 1: you don't mean to tell me there's another rabbit running around, is there?
Gregory: i wouldn't call it a rabbit so much as a rogue AI that likes to dress up like a rabbit. and other things. it's, er, complicated.
Jeremy 2: great. just wait 'till I tell the others about this. they'll be over the moon.
Gregory: sarcasm?
Jeremy 2: what do you think??!!
Jeremy 1: well, whatever's going on, i hope michael at least knows about it
Gregory: sort of. for all the technological advancements freddy and the pizza plex gave him, he still doesn't understand a lot of the things going on right now. i kinda feel bad for him
Jeremy 3: Do you know of anyway I could get in touch with Vanessa, Gregory?
Gregory: er, yeah, but i dunno how she'd feel about talking to a dead coworker she apparently found the body of.
Jeremy 1: eh, you get used to it. i found michael as a rotting corpse making tea in his kitchen back in the late '90s. he was purple and missing all of his organs, but he still made pleasant conversation and offered me a cup. i can't help but think there was something extremely british about that
Jeremy 2: rotting from the inside-out but still had time to make tea. sounds about right lol
Gregory: that's my dad 😃
Jeremy 1: huh? since when has michael had a kid?
Jeremy 2: that's a long story.
Gregory: well, long story-short, he helped me not die and then unofficially adopted me
Jeremy 2: oh, i thought you were actually blood-related to the aftons
Gregory: nope, my real parents are dead
Jeremy 2: ...sorry for your loss
Gregory: it's whatever. i can't even remember them. sorry about your parents dying, though, since it's been forever since you kicked the bucket
Jeremy 2: ..........thanks
Gregory: 😁
Jeremy 1: if i remember correctly, Dick Hall moved to Montana after y'all were gone for a few years.
Jeremy 2: my dad's name isn't dick!
Jeremy 1: yeah, but his name was richard. it's a nickname, kid
Jeremy 2: still. don't call him that.
Jeremy 3: alright, alright
Gregory: jeremy #3 are you still here
Jeremy 3: Yes, I am.
Gregory: ok, vanessa wants your number so she can private chat you
Jeremy 3: ###-###-####
Gregory: 👍
*Gregory left the chat*
Jeremy 2: why do we get a notification when someone leaves but not when they join?
Jeremy 1: i have no idea
Jeremy 3: I'll talk to you two later. It was nice getting to meet you both.
Jeremy 2: yeah, thanks for the existential crisis, guys
Jeremy 1: all in a day's work, kid
Jeremy 2: -_-