We are still here... (FNAF ) (NO MORE CANONS)

[GarnetTheFox]

Alright...wanna know a secret? All of my posts are on my phone...)

Freddy~ I climb off stage and go to the prize corner.

[Anachronism]

When Phone Guy never called, Jeremy's harm sank just a little bit. But maybe whoever-he-was was too busy doing paperwork or something of the sort. He sat the tablet down and noticed the note from yesterday, still worried about it's implications. He didn't need more trouble than he already had so he tried to pass it off as a prank, though he knew he was lying to himself. Flashing his flashlight and checking both vents, he found them empty for the time being, but when he went back to wind up the music box, he froze. Freddy had moved to prize corner, looking for something.

[GarnetTheFox]

Freddy~ I blocked the prize corner camera so he can't wind the music box.

Marionette ~ I wait eagerly for the music box to end.

[Anachronism]

Jeremy gasped, practically shoving the tablet away from him, it sliding on the desk. They could tamper with the cameras now? How in the world was he supposed to find away around that? Based upon last night, he guessed that when the music stopped, the marionette would play "Pop Goes the Weasel". Not wanting to wait to find out, he grabbed his flashlight, tablet and his mask, and went to hide in the vent again, putting on his mask and pressing himself to the back of the air vent.
"What did I do?" He asked silently to one one in particular, hearing the slow tune of the box die down, and squeezed his eyes shut. Don't find me, don't did me....

[GarnetTheFox]

Marionette ~ I climbed out of the box dragging the endoskeleton with me and pointed it to the vents. "That guard s mean...I can't even stretch my legs for five minutes!" She grumbled.

Robert~ I sneak in through the back door once again and head towards the parts and service room.

[Anachronism]

(I'll start on the 1x1 in a while.)

Jeremy glanced over at the rotary phone sitting on his desk. The manager had placed an emergency number on a post-it note, but he wasn't sure who would pick up when he called. But, the animatronics seemed intelligent enough to block the cameras, but would they hear him if he called for help? Glancing around his office to make sure the coast was clear, he slid out of the vent and went for the phone, hoping someone would know what to do. He dialed quickly, hands shaking, and tried to reach the number given. Who, as it turned out, was the man currently hiding in the parts and service room.
"C'mon...pick up..." He begged, shining his flashlight down the hallway to make sure no one was there.

[GarnetTheFox]

Robert~ I sigh as my phone ringed. "Hello ?" I say blankly.

Marionette ~ I start to get frustrated and pop goes the weasel starts playing.

[Anachronism]

Jeremy's heart rate sped up twofold as the song began to play, but a spark of hope ignited when he heard the voice on the other end of the line. "I-it's me, Jeremy! Jeremy Fitzgerald! I don't know what to do! They are holding the music box closed and the Marionette..." The music spiked in volume, audible over the phone, and Jeremy made a squeak of fear. "I need help, man! They're gonna kill me..." He whimpered, hoping that the phone guy could help in some way. He didn't have any idea of who he was truly talking to.

[GarnetTheFox]

Robert~ "Oh that puppet thing oh it won't hurt anyone..." he said then he heard freddys laugh and jingle.

Marionette ~ I sneak through a vent and leave a note on the desk once more. "Beware of who you trust..." it said.

Freddy~ I throw a slice of pizza at Robert.

[Anachronism]

Jeremy furrowed his brows, thinking the jingle was coming from his office. After checkin the vents and hallway, he spoke up again. "But what about the rest? What's keeping them from sabotaging something else? W-why didn't anyone tell me they could do that?!" The guard was clearly shaken, voice raised in spite of himself. He sounded angry, but it wasn't directed solely on Robert. He was exhausted with the whole situation, and he sighed frustratedly. "It left me a note last night." He admitted, holding the phone tighter. "I don't know what's going on, and I'm going to be honest: I'm terrified." His voice trailed off when he found another note on his desk.