Ok Samuel, just walk up to the door and go inside. It's a damn pizza joint for Pete's sake, not a high security bank, you're not going to get fired just by walking inside. I took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant, looking around.
A whole bunch of kids played around, some in the ball pit, some in the arcade off to the side playing the games, some even at the far end of the large room where a large gift box sat, plushies all around it. A tall guy stood over there inside the box, handing small gift boxes out to the kids with a smile.
He had short messy black hair, pale skin and black eyes, purple marks down his cheeks, those red painted dummy cheeks. He chuckled and petted the kid's head, watching him run off. He looked over and saw me, gasping and shutting the lid to the box, peeking out shyly. I wondered what his problem was. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to face an old looking man with his hair faded grey, wearing an itchy looking tweed suit.
"Hello there, you must be Samuel Hunt, correct?" he asked me really cheerfully. I nodded and he chuckled, patting my back harder than I expected "Well my boy, I'm Mr Brook, I own this restaurant! You're here for the night shift job?" he asked. Once again I nodded "Yes sir." He grinned from under his grey moustache and brought me to the main stage, waving to the performers. They looked human, but they were actually animatronic, apparently they went for a kid friendly design… and what's friendlier than people?
On stage stood three people, or animatronic people at least, I could tell they were around my age… being twenty one. One had short brown hair, neatly brushed and curled at the ends. He had big blue eyes like sapphires, fair skin also. He wore a light brown button up shirt under a darker brown waist-coat with a black bowtie, dark brown pants with suspenders and black dress shoes. He sang into the microphone, voice like bells. I must admit, for a bass singer he could sing. Before you ask my mom made me take singing lessons when I was fourteen, so I know voice types, I'm a baritone.
The second one was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair to her waist, neatly curled with three locks standing up on the top of her head. I wondered how much gel she used each show. She had soft sky blue eyes, fair skin also. She wore a white cropped singlet that read "LET'S PARTY!" in bold lettering, purple short-shorts with suspenders, socks and orange sneakers. She played keyboard to the main singer, to his left.
The last one was a tall thin young man with shoulder length blue hair, locks curled against his soft looking cheeks. He had green eyes like emeralds, seriously glowing almost. His skin was paler than the other two. He wore a light blue button up shirt under a dark blue waist-coat with a red bowtie, dark blue pants with suspenders and black dress shoes. He strummed a red electric guitar like a pro, singing along to the lyrics along with the blonde girl. I couldn't figure out why I was staring at the blue haired guy, he seemed cool… but why was I staring?
They stopped singing and bowed, walking off stage and waving to the crowd. I must have been seeing things because the blue haired guy stopped before walking behind the curtain and… and winked at me, really hintingly. Dude, I've passed college, I've dabbled in gay stuff a simple wink from you won't affect me. But why then did I feel a pinching in my chest, butterflies in my gut, the feeling of nausea following? I shook it off and turned to the old man who was smirking at me "So then, I'll show you where you'll be working."
"I got the job?" I asked surprised. He nodded "You're the only one to actually show up, and we need this guard, I can't let my restaurant get burgled… like last time…" he sighed, taking me down the hall and all the party rooms to a spacious office, monitors set down on either side of the room. A wooden desk sat by one of the vents, a metal fan whirring, a monitor set and flashlight on the desk. He reached over into a box by the desk and pulled out a uniform, giving it to me.
"Show up at eleven thirty tonight alright? Your shift starts at midnight, I'll see you at six… maybe…" he said, his voice hiding something. I couldn't figure out what though, so I just took the uniform and figured out the details to the job. I had an idea. "What if I stay here until eleven then change into my uniform, and I just wait until six?" I asked. He nodded "That might work, and besides, I can't afford to mint another key for you. So just sit back and enjoy the pizza," he said.
I nodded and went to the restrooms to change, coming out wearing the uniform and cap. I walked into the main area and a few kids waved to me and I waved back. Maybe this job wasn't so bad. I looked to the stage and saw another animatronic person standing on stage, the stage theme changed to that of a desert island. She was shorter than the other three by maybe an inch, long white hair with pink gradient to her waist, bangs falling across her face. She had pale skin and wore a pink coat, black and white striped leggings and a brown shirt with twine stitch. She had a pirate feel about her, talking in an Australian accent.
"So kids? Wanna hear a joke?"
"YEAH!"
"Knock-knock!" she said.
"Who's there?" they asked.
"Broken pencil" she said.
"Broken pencil who?" they asked.
She grinned across the crowd "Never mind it's pointless!"
The kids (and some parents) burst into laughter and she grinned widely, seeming happy that she had made the kids and their parents laugh. She went on telling jokes for a while, singing shanties and doing dances. I moved closer to the stage and sat in an empty seat, watching the girl. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to see the blonde girl from before, smiling at me. I smiled back "Hello, can I help you?" I asked. She nodded "Could you come with me please?"
I stood "Sure, so who are you?"
"I'm Celine," she replied sweetly, hands behind her back and rocking on her heels. She seemed so… cute… in a sense, like she had unlimited energy and a cheeky smile to showcase it. She gestured for me to follow her and I did, following her to the other side of the room by the large gift box and the plushie counter. The rest of the performers stood there, waiting for us. Celine patted my back, being a shorter than me by a head and smiled "This is the new nightguard everyone, say hi!"
The brown haired guy stepped forward, thrusting his hand in front of him "I'm Frederick, but you can call me Freddy". I hesitated on shaking his hand but he grumbled "Oh don't be shy, I'm not gonna tear your arm off." I shook his hand and MY GOD was his grip was like IRON! I thought he was going to rip my arm off, he was strong for his size, which was big. He was muscular and tall, broad shoulders and all. Now that I was up close I noticed he had a barely noticeable scar on the underside of his jaw.
I wouldn't ask.
The next was the blue haired guy from before, the one who winked at me. He put his hand forward more casually and smiled "Hi, I'm Bonnie. But you can call me Bon-Bon, everyone does". The moment my hand brushed his I felt warmth colour my cheeks, and gosh darn, it was embarrassing. He seemed to blush a little too, making me NOT the black sheep here. I said hi back and Celine pushed them aside, revealing the large gift box with a crank in the side. She tapped her hand on the box lid, making it open a little to reveal those two black eyes with white pinpricks for pupils looking at her.
"H-hello? Celine?" the shy male voice asked. She smiled comfortingly "Hiya Jack, how are you feeling today?"
He seemed shy "F-fine…" he squeaked from in the box. "Good then, I'd like you to meet our new nightguard Samuel." The guy's eyes widened and he closed the lid "Nightguard?!" he exclaimed quietly. I felt bad but felt Bon's hand on my shoulder and felt a little better "Don't worry" he said "Jack's the shy one, he'll take a little while to get used to you. It's not a bad thing, it's just… Jack".
"I know… but do I really scare him that much?" I asked, making Freddy and Bon laugh and shake their heads. "Of course not, he's just shy" Freddy said, patting my back. It was more akin to SLAMMING HIS HAND INTO MY BACK though I didn't want to hurt his feelings… though he may have broken something of mine. Celine lifted the lid partially "Jack… come on out and say hi."
Jack didn't show "I… I don't wanna." She sighed and closed the lid "Don't worry Sam, he's fine. Give him time." I nodded and received a hug from her, watching her and the rest of the band walk onto the stage and grab their instruments. They were apparently playing the last song of the day, and after that they'd close the place down, my job starting.
I walked down the hall to the office, sitting down in the swivel seat, grabbing the monitor and checking the feed. Nothing much to watch except for the deserted main area and the empty party rooms. I heard a familiar tune play and flipped through the cameras until the sound became louder. It was the 'Prize Corner', where I had 'met' Jack. He was the puppet looking guy. I watched through the camera as the lid opened and Jack peered out, looking around before coming fully out of the box. He must have been six foot twelve at least… I'm six foot five BTW.
He grabbed the plush animals on the shelves and sat down on the tile floor, playing with them like a little kid would. He giggled and laughed, making the dolls fight and then make up afterwards. I chuckled a little. It was priceless watching a grown man, maybe twenty three, playing with dolls. After a while I guess the funniness wore off, and it was kinda… cute. He seemed so shy, so cautious. Why? Bon said it's 'just Jack', but there must be meaning behind his naivety. I got up and walked down the hall into the main area quietly, peering around the corner to watch Jack play with the plush animals.
I smiled to myself and walked over quietly, trying to get a better view, when I bumped into a table and knocked a party hat of the table. Jack's head whipped around and he saw me, yelping and diving into the box. "No!" I said "I'm not gonna hurt you!"
The box didn't open. I walked over cautiously, picking up a small red fox and a brown bear plushie. I held them in front of me, clearing my throat "Are these yours?" I asked quietly, the box opening slightly, his black eyes peering out. He almost shut the box but noticed the plushies and cautiously watched me, shaking his head "N-no… they're not. They belong on the shelves, but I play with them each night…" he said, reaching into the box and grabbing a small raggedy golden bear, hugging it to his chest "This one here is mine. His name is Goldie." I smiled and remembered something that always made my baby cousin smile.
"Hello Goldie," I said to the button-eyed bear. Jack giggled and waved Goldie's paw at me "You like to play too?" he asked, smiling. I tell ya his smile was infectious… and strangely adorable, like kitten mewing adorable. I shrugged "I don't know, I had to donate my toys to charity when I was eight… I never really grew up playing with toys." He gasped and leaned into the box, searching for something. He pulled out a sock-monkey-like doll of a Pierrot puppet, much like him and put it in my hands.
"Here, they don't make these anymore… but I want you to have the last one, just because you're nice!" he said with a smile, actually getting out of the box and sitting down on the tile, patting the tile in front of him. I sat down and held the Puppet doll in my arms, hugging it sort of. He held Goldie in front of him and moved him around, putting on a funny voice "Hellooooo! I'm Goldie!"
I chuckled and held the doll like how he held Goldie, putting on a voice "Oh hello! I'm Puppet! Very nice to meet you!"
Jack giggled again and we played for a while, all the time having fun for once, until he did something utterly adorable. He yawned. It made me wanna just go D'AWWWW, how cutely such a tall guy yawned. He rubbed his eyes and I frowned playfully "Is someone getting tired?" I asked. He shook his head rapidly, blinking away the sleep "N-no…" he lied, yawning again "not… tired… zzzzz."
He fell to the ground but I caught him, picking him up bridal style and opening the box, laying him down inside. I don't know what came over me, maybe I was feeling sentimental or just crazy… but I gently kissed his forehead before I closed the box. He was so damn adorable… I couldn't help myself! He acted like a ten year old but he had the body of a twenty three year old. I turned and realised a certain blue haired guitarist was standing there, a smug grin on his face.
"Jack and Sammy sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he teased, wiggling his hips. I blushed and walked past him speedily "Shut up Bon," I hissed as I walked back down the hall. I stopped, hearing a noise from the room marked PARTS/SERVICE. I went to open the partially ajar door but Bon appeared beside me and grabbed my hand before it could touch the handle. He looked at me dangerously "I wouldn't open that door if I were you. There are some thing best left forgotten… for now anyway."
I looked at him scrutinisingly, until he pulled a face and stuck out his tongue, making me roll my eyes and continue my walking down the hall, sitting in the swivel chair. I went to grab the monitor but Bon stopped me, grabbing my hand "Come on, I gotta show you something cool" he said, forcing me to stand. I shrugged and followed him into the room marked PARTY ROOM 3, stepping inside first and hearing the door lock behind me. I spun around and saw Bon walking towards me, unbuttoning his waist-coat and leaving it on the table. He kept on walking towards me, unbuttoning his shirt downwards button by button.
Holy shoot… what is he DOING?
"B-Bon… what are you doing?" I stammered out, feeling my face flush. He chuckled and I realised he had backed me against the wall, putting his arms either side of me so I couldn't get away. I began to panic big time, my breathing quickening and my pulse racing fast. He grinned at me and brushed his warm hand across my cheek, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I noticed then that his nails had been painted deep blue like his hair. Huh. "Sammy, I'm gonna give it to you straight. I think you're hot, sexy, whatever you call it… I like you Sam".
Oh no… he likes me. I mean it's nice to get compliments every now and then, but from a guy… I mean yes I kissed Jack's forehead but still, I didn't French kiss the poor boy did I? No. What I'm trying to say is… do it but don't OVER do it. I mean Bon is sorta cute… his long glossy sky blue hair curled every which-way and soft pale skin, gorgeous green eyes and plump looking lips. Oh god… I think I'm gay. It's not the worst thing for me to discover… like that time my dad had accidentally backed over my dog… that was the worst. I must have been mumbling like I do when I think because I felt Bon's thumb brush against my bottom lip, feeling it.
"You have the softest lips I've ever felt…" he complimented me "… but I'd love to kiss them. May I?"
I looked up into his florescent green eyes and blushed copiously, feeling the blush burning in my cheeks. I shrugged shyly and felt his fingers brush the sensitive skin on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He smirked "Oh, I think I've found your erogenous zone…" he grinned, tilting my head and putting his warm… or should I say hot… lips to my neck, his tongue flicking my skin teasingly. "Bon!" I moaned, clutching him tightly. He chuckled against my skin, driving me crazy.
"Bite me!" I cried desperately "Bite me Bon!"
He obliged me and gently – yet fiercely – bit my neck, feeling his teeth scrape the skin on my neck. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, running my fingers through his messy blue hair, grabbing fistfuls of it. He flinched but seemed to enjoy my tugging on his hair, even slightly. He took me by surprise, moving one of his hands down to grope my crotch, feeling the growing bulge in the front of my pants. I knew all this teasing and biting would lead to a boner… but I still wasn't ready when he squeezed gently, making me gasp in pleasure.
"Ahh Bon!" I moaned. He licked my neck feverishly like a cat lapping at spilled milk. He suddenly stopped his licking, instead plastering his lips to my neck and sucking hard, leaving an oval shaped red mark on my neck. A love bite. It was above my collar, so I couldn't hide it easily. "What'd you do that for Bon?" I asked with a slightly peeved tone. He wiped his mouth and then my neck "I put that there to tell anybody who looks at you that you're mine." The way he said mine was so… sexual and personal.
It sent shivers down my spine. I really meant that much to him?
He tilted my head up and kissed me, gently at first but the longer we kissed the more heated it became. At one point he thrusted his tongue into my mouth and held me tightly, wrestling his tongue with mine. It was a losing battle. A string of saliva connected our mouths which he wiped away, kissing my cheek "Oh Sammy… I shouldn't take you right here right now… maybe some other night. For now, I'll just leave you to think…" he said, French kissing me one last time before walking and grabbing his vest.
He smiled at me just as he left, winking as she shut the door. I sighed and fell to my knees. This was my new job.