The new pizzaplex had just opened, well it's about to open. Dylan and Bryan were helping set up the grand opening.
Bryan: Left…left…i said left!
Dylan: *hanging a banner* This is left!
Jon: *storms in* Bryan what the hell?!
Bryan: Hey Jon. Hey does that banner look lopsided to you?
Jon: What is this place? You can’t build this massive of a place without my permission. As your boss-
Bryan:…Jon, you’re not CEO anymore, or CFO or any position higher then me. You hold no power over me at this moment. Vendi knows about this and he gave me the OK months ago.
Jon: Well…as your business partner you can’t just go-
Bryan: Dylan is my business partner not you.
Bryan: You and I dated in freshmen year of college and you dumped me because your roommate who you knew for…20 minutes, died and you had to drop out, i tried to stop that but you said I was a fake friend for not understanding your grief.
Jon: well as your friend.
Bryan: You are my friend Jon, I think you’re a good guy, but honestly i can not see where you stand on how you think about me. One minute you hate me, then you love me, you call me genius, then you call me an idiot, then you say i’m your best friend, then you say that I’m a toxic secret manipulator.
Jon: I have bipolar disorder I can’t help it.
Bryan: A disorder you refuse to get help for. I mean you yelled at me for not taking therapy seriously, and yet you’re dodging any form of treatment.
Dylan: Yeah, and you went to therapy for like a few months but you also dated your therapist. Sooo yeah that doesn't count. Why did you even show up now? You vanished for months after Bryan died.
Bryan: Oh yeah, thanks for visiting when I called saying I came back. If you couldn't tell that was sarcasm. Because you didn't. When i called you said ‘Oops’ then hung up.
Jon:…..okay Bryan. I need to be honest with you. I lost all my money. I invested in crypto and it crashed, invested in an office-themed competition show that never got picked up-
Jon: And i forgot to sell my house here before moving away so the mortgage is still unpaid. And my accounts are frozen because the bank considers me a flight risk.
Bryan: You are a flight risk.
Jon: Bryan. Please, I’ll see treatment. I just..i need a job. I’ll take anything.
Bryan: *cheeky grin* anything?
Jon: *Already regretting getting out of bed* Welcome to the Fazbear Ultra pizzaplex, my name is Jon how can I help you have a fantastic day.
Bryan: Jon that's not the line
Jon: I refuse to say that word. It is not a real word
Bryan: Jon you’re my employee now, you have to do what I say.
Jon: *through gritted teeth* how can I help you have a faz-eriffic day.
Dylan:…doesn’t sound like you mean it.
Jon: I don’t, and do I have to wear this stupid outfit?
Dylan: You said no to the mascot costume.
Jon: Lefty kept flirting with me it was weird.
Bryan: and the personal assistant job.
Jon: Dylan just asked me to get him a salad that was just croutons.
Bryan:….so..just a bowl of bread?
Dylan: No, not a bowl of bread. How many times do I have to explain it?
Jon: Once, would be nice.
Bryan: Then you said if I made you work in the daycare you said-
Jon: if you make me work with kids I will k!ll myself in front of them.
Bryan: Yeah, that. So it’s either the front desk, or nothing.
Dylan: and you can have the green hair but remove the excess makeup. You look like a Victorian ghost.
Glamrock Freddy: hey guys I need- AHHHH GHOST!
Glamrock Freddy: AH A GHOST NAMED JON! *runs away*
Jon;……I can tone the makeup down a tad.