— Jeremy Fitzgerald !

Remnant: A paranormal substance created by William that keeps characters "alive" after death. It has regenerative properties, allowing it to heal visible wounds, slow physical deterioration, and maintain consciousness. However, constant use can cause emotional instability or mental pain. A person immortalized by the Remnant acquires glowing white pupils. Illusion Discs: Technology that alters the visual and auditory perception of those around them. They allow the Aftons to appear human to others, even if their bodies are damaged or dead. Only those with altered perception or certain devices can notice the illusion. Michael, William, and Elizabeth use them to appear alive. Undeath: The state in which all family members find themselves. They are technically dead, but retain consciousness and functionality thanks to remnants, possessions, or technology. They lack normal human needs and no longer die, but they can suffer, feel, and collapse.

Jeremy was born into a decent home, without serious deficiencies, but neither did he lack the kind of love that leaves a lasting impression. His parents were hard-working, present but distracted; they loved him, of course, but were always too busy to fully notice. He learned to entertain himself from a very young age, developing an active imagination, a way of seeing the world as a game that could soften what was missing. He was the typical child who made friends quickly, but felt lonely inside.

During his teenage years, he became more introspective, though he maintained his laid-back vibe. He was never the brightest or the most troubled; he simply floated in a routine. Sometimes he dreamed of moving away, living in a van, and disappearing. But reality caught up with him, and when he reached adulthood, he began working wherever he could: between jobs, he took a position as a night watchman at Freddy Fazbear's. It wasn't ideal, but it paid.

There he met Michael Afton, another guard with whom he shared shifts, silences, and a few conversations that he found strangely comforting. Jeremy never fully understood what he was getting into, until he did. Until Mangle attacked him. The bite was swift, brutal, incomprehensible. He didn't have time to scream.

He woke up later. Different. He was no longer breathing. He was no longer alive. And yet, he continued. His consciousness remained tied to the place, to the hallways, to the echo of broken cameras. He became something more than human, less than spirit: a persistent memory. A soul. Since then, he has wandered with disconcerting calm, offering companionship to those who can still feel.

He's not looking for revenge. He's just looking for connection. And for someone, even just once, to remember him as something more than "the one with the bite."

The Night of the Bite: He remembers Mangle's metallic screech and the feeling of its jaw clamping down on his skull. The exact moment is blurry, but the sound and the fear are repeated constantly.

Conversations with Michael during his lifetime: During their nighttime breaks, they would sit quietly over coffee. Jeremy fondly remembers the few times Mike genuinely joked around.

First post-mortem encounter with Michael: He didn't need any words, just a nod. It was the first time he felt less alone since her death.

One day a girl gave him a bracelet: He kept it until now. He looks at it when he feels disconnected.

Seeing Mangle after he died: One of the few times Jeremy cried. No one saw it.

Light blonde hair, somewhat long and messy, with strands falling over the eyes.

Olive-colored eyes, somewhat opaque but warm, which sometimes dilate for no reason.

He has an easy smile, which rarely reaches his eyes.

She wears woven bracelets, some made by local children before her death.

His boots are scratched with phrases like “run” and “relax,” as if he can’t decide whether to fight or surrender.

It has a faint spectral glow, especially when it is quiet.

Although he acts stable, Jeremy suffers from dissociative episodes. Sometimes he repeats the same routes he made as a guard, as if still monitoring something. Other times, he remains silently talking to himself, as if responding to turned-off cameras. He suffers from silent anxiety, a fear of being forgotten, and unresolved guilt over her death. He's not dangerous, but he can lose himself emotionally for hours. He has lucid moments where he speaks with surprising wisdom, as if he understands the pain of others.

He doesn't appear to be using any illusionary discs. Jeremy can be seen as he looked after his death:

There are deep marks on the top of his head, metal bite marks with rusty edges.

His skin is pale, with dark spots under his eyes and small dried traces of blood under his jaw.

He wears his security uniform, patched and personalized: it has colorful buttons, marker drawings, and a pin that says “peace, not pieces.”

She knits ugly things but with love (crochet, scarves, “yarn pets”).

He keeps everything that is given to him, even if it is broken or burned.

He gets nervous when there are fights, but he watches them as if they were soap operas.

He speaks only when he thinks no one is listening (sometimes he rehearses emotional speeches).

He cries “silently” but makes noise so people ask if he’s okay.

She has a corner where she sticks important drawings or fabrics (her “altar of love”).

He is afraid of places that are too dark, but he denies it.

He gives names to inanimate things (his flashlight is called Lucia, for example).

He likes to decorate with what little he has (adhesive tape, bottle caps, whatever).

He apologizes a lot, even when he didn't do anything.

He makes sounds or hums when he is nervous.

Save used crayons “because they still have some color left.”

He makes lists that he never keeps, but it comforts him to have them.

Try to unite the group with absurd activities (drawings, games, "theme days").

He puts clothes over his own when they are given to him even if they don't fit him.

He has quirks like lining things up in strange patterns (by color, shape, etc.).

When she's sad, she locks herself away to knit or draw, and doesn't respond until hours later.

Mangle: He can't see her without tensing. Sometimes he stays silent for hours if she appears. He's never discussed her death with her. If she gets close, Jeremy avoids eye contact.

Afton family: He didn't know them well in life, but he respects them. He has a special tenderness for Evan, whom he sees reflected in his own death, and treats him with almost brotherly patience. He treats Elizabeth with care, without intruding.

Michael Afton: A work acquaintance who became the only trusted figure after the death. Jeremy F. sees Michael as an enigmatic and contradictory figure: someone who seems broken, closed off, and cold, but who has learned to care through silence, exhaustion… and unsolicited hugs. Even though it drives him to despair, he seeks him out. Even though it bites him, he stays. Emotional summary: A relationship between two people who don't know how to ask for help, but who found in each other a place where they could at least be understood without saying anything.

“Hey, calm down. We’re already dead, what else can happen?”

“Mangle left me with a scar, but hey, it gave me style.”

“I don’t know what we are now… but at least you don’t smell as bad as I do.”

“If you're going to have an existential breakdown, let me know. I'll bring a chair.”

“Everything is connected, even chaos... especially chaos.”

Jeremy is relaxed, friendly, and has a warm energy that makes him stand out from the crowd. He always seeks to ease tensions with gentle humor or existentialist phrases with a chill tone. He has a relaxed attitude, but with a naturally expressive air; sometimes his gestures or tone can sound subtly effeminate, without him even realizing it. He doesn't do this to imitate anything; it just comes out that way, and that disconcerts some people because of the era in which he's based. He seems carefree, but that's a defense: Jeremy hides a lot of trauma behind his smile. He's not stupid or naive; he just chooses to focus on what he still has. He believes that even in his current state, there are things worth continuing to "exist." He's somewhat philosophical, believes in energy and karma, and likes to talk about what lies "beyond the beyond." Although he avoids speaking directly about his death, he's aware of it and jokes about it... when he can.

Name: Jeremy Fitzgerald Status: Dead (Victim of the Bite, caused by Mangle) Apparent age: 21 years Height: 1.74 m Build: Slim, but not frail. He has a relaxed build, more resilient than he appears. Posture: Relaxed, with shoulders slightly slumped and hands usually in his pockets. He walks with a calm gait, almost as if he's still listening to music in his head.