#erik posts

[September 4th]

A few employees at Fredbear’s had seen Mike drag Jamie around the restaurant and then leave, once again, without his younger brother. And it wasn’t just Erik and Scott that were getting annoyed at the brothers’ behavior. Mr. Fredrick had tried calling the Schmidt household to talk to their parents but no one answered. Another waitress had tried talking with Mike to get him to stop bullying his little brother but Mike took her words with a grain of salt.

Almost all of the employees were tired of dealing with a crying Jamie, and it had gotten worse the past week. And now, no one could find him in the restaurant.

Mr. Fredrick was the owner and creator of the Fredbear’s Family Diner and since the death of Scott’s little sister, had only become more stressed out. He was a burly man, with a carefully trimmed beard across his cheeks. To most, he seemed a bit intimidating but employees who were closer to him compared him to a teddy bear. It was true that he had sold the chain to an entertainment company but he had reassured the employees he wouldn’t close the diner just yet and would wait a year or so. It gave everyone enough time to find a new job but no one had really started looking.

“Erik,” Mr. Fredrick had called his name from his office as Erik walked past. The teenager placed down his tray and approached him.

“Yes, Mr. Fredrick, what’s up?” He asked, subconsciously crossing his arms across his chest. The itch was back and so was the shaking of his hand.

“Have you seen Jamie Schmidt?” His boss asked, glancing over Erik’s shoulder. Mr. Fredrick never seemed to keep eye contact with anyone. Erik shook his head. “Sally’s going to cover your shift. Can you check all of the rooms for him?”

Erik stayed quiet, paused and dropped his hands. He learned to hate Jamie, older than most of the children but he would not shut up whenever he cried, just like Avery-

“Me? Seriously?!”

“Just do it, Erik. You focus too much as you do your job. Consider this an extra break.”

Erik sighed and nodded before untying the apron around his waist. He couldn’t exactly argue with his boss no matter how much he wanted to.

Jamie wasn’t in the bathroom. Or the under any tables in the Party Room. Or the supply closest. Or anywhere he had access too. Erik even took his chance with checking the Safe Room- nope. This kid was absolutely no where to be found. Until, however, Erik walked past the Parts and Service Room, that he heard an all to familiar sob.

He paused, making sure that he was hearing this correctly. Mike had shoved him into the Parts and Service room. Well, if the kid was scared of Animatronics, he was certainly now scared of Endoskeletons.

Erik opened the door, and Jamie was on his knees- crying of course. He tried not to roll his eyes, and shoved his shaking hand into his pocket. Thankfully, the itch was… Manageable.

“C'mon, Jamie, let’s go.”

The kid perked up, looking up at Erik. His eyes were red, tears still stained his cheeks and his whole face was blotchy. And… Of course, mucus was hanging out of his nostrils. Erik, tried once more, not to hold back any noise of dislike or disgust.

Within the next instant, the child flung himself towards Erik and held him tightly, hugging him. “Thank you,” he muttered through his sobs. “Don’t let me go back in there! There’s- there’s a-” he could quite seem to get the next few words out and a few other employees had to calm Jamie out as Erik went back to work.

To be completely honest, Erik’s day wasn’t ideal. 

Firstly, he was exhausted. Nightmares had been plaguing his dreams. He was restless, kicked his blanket off his bed and woke up sweating in the cold air. The last thing he was worried about was catching a cold. Erik woke up late. With less than ten minutes to get to work on time, he had to skip breakfast and throw on his shirt halfway out of the house. 

He was two minutes late for his shift. 

“What are you doing?” Vincent asks, holding one arm. He’s dressed up in his pajamas, dragging a blanket behind him.

This is the first time Scott has a sleepover with Vincent. They’re 8. Vincent’s parents left them alone, believing the two boys would be fine by themselves. If they needed help, they could call.

Scott is positioned by the bedroom door which is opened. The small boy is reaching up on his tippy-toes to flicker the hallway light on and off. On. And off. On. And off.

Scott turns towards Vincent, smiling wide. “Mama told me that this is how you check for monsters! You gotta check multiply times- and flash the lights to keep them away.” He explains, before going back to his post and flicking the lights.

Vincent is oddly offended as he drops the blanket to the floor. “There’s no monsters in my house!” He exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest.

Scott frowns and shakes his head. “You can nev'r be too sure…” A pause. The boy closes the door and walks over to the bed and hops on. “You go check the closet.”

Vincent rolls his eyes, believing this is absolutely stupid. He opens the dark closest and turns back to Scott. “See? Nothing.”

“Turn on the light.”

Vincent does and Scott screams.

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