Schizo
You push through your shift lazily, slowly moving through the cluttered tables. Children are running throughout the pizzaria, their attention being grabbed by this or that. You have just ten minutes left in your shift and are carrying an extra large pepperoni pizza to a table of tired looking adults and screaming kids. The show was just about to begin and you wanted to be out of the dining room before those evil robots would come on stage. They majorly creeped you out. You heard a lot of bad things about these animatronics, but even without the rumors, those fuckers were just terrifying.
Some of the employees have noticed that towards the end of your shift, you tend to somehow appear near the break room.
8:54 pm
"Please, please, please," you whisper to yourself.
But as fate would have it, the lights dim around you and all attention is turned to the stage. Freddy Fazbear is standing center stage in front of a microphone.
"Hey kids!" the bear called cheerfully.
The crowd erupted in a flurry of "Hey Freddy!" and uncoordinated screaming.
It was the same thing every. Damn. Time. He asked questions, the kids answered, and then Bonnie and Chica joined in the band. They sang some dumb song and then the curtain dropped again. Those things are monsters. Their soulless, blank eyes looked into the audience with mock joy as their endoskeletons pulled the fur into a smile. Why do they need teeth? And even if they did, why does Chica need two sets of teeth.
You cringe mentally as the previously mentioned chicken and Bonnie walked onto stage. It is now 8:58. No harm in 'taking a break' conveniently two minutes before your shift ended.
You slide through the door marked " Y" and begin to navigate through the halls of the back rooms. The break room holds three people, Charlie, Naomi, and your boss, Larry White.
Charlie was the chef. Everyone called him 'Bones.' His dark brown hair was pulled back into a short ponytail as he talked animately to Naomi. His expression was dark with worry from the topic of their conversation.
Naomi was the first to turn to you. She nearly choked on her curly hair in the process. Naomi was the typical blonde haired, blue eyed girl. She had clear skin and a muscular build. The waitress could definitely take most of the staff in a fight if she wanted to.
Mr. White looked the most out of place in the trio. Larry, a man well into his forties, was balding and out grew the hair on the sides of his head in an attempt to compensate for the loss. Coke bottle lenses sat on top of his pointed nose. While a funny looking man, Larry was kind hearted and kept Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria running smoothly.
"Hi Edward," Naomi said to you, "Taking off?"
You shrug meekly in response. Naomi pouts.
Charlie nagged, "Leave 'im alone. Edward probably has homework to do or what ever his 'college type' does." His finger quotations didn't go unnoticed.
His grumpy exterior, while off putting, is nothing more than that, an exterior. Charlie's actually quite nice to you.
Larry laughs lightly and stands. "Well, I might as well go hang the sign. We need a new night guard."
You wondered for a moment. That was the sixth one this since you began working here! What was happening to all of them? You grabbed your few belongings and walked back out onto the main lobby floor. Weaving around the cloud of children that had collected at the entrance, you walked towards your car. Vanessa was a silver 2004 Crown Victoria Lx Sport. She had been with you since your sophomore year of high school. Ten years later, she still runs strong.
Larry hangs the help wanted sign on the door. You wonder how much of a pay increase will come from working two jobs.
You contemplate taking the night shift as you drive home.