Hello readers! This is my first Fanfic so whatever you have to say, let's hear it. Anyway, before you get to reading there are a few things you need to know. The protagonist WILL break "The Fourth Wall" every now and then (Don't worry, you will be able to tell the difference).
Disclaimer: Nico and Stephen are my OCs while Five Nights at Freddy's characters are not owned by me.
"This text" - Breaking The Fourth Wall
"This text" - Sounds/noises
"This Text" - Humans/Animatronics
"This Text" - Phone Guy
Thats enough out of me. Happy reading! ^_^
Part-time at Freddy's
A loud shrill pierces the silence as I am ripped away from dreamland. I raise my head from my table and look at the clock hanging at the end of the room. It's 2:45
"About bloody time." I grumble to no one in particular as I watch a wave of bodies make their way to the door. As I stuff my things into my bag, I fail to notice that one person stayed behind. No, not the teacher. I'm pretty sure he was one of the first people to leave.
"Finally awake are we?" The sarcastic comment originated from the student standing in front of my desk, rucksack slung over his right shoulder.
"Very nice. I see you put a lot of effort into making that sentence. Why not go for two next time or are you afraid your brain will shut down due to overusing it?" I replied coldly, not really caring since I had heard that line far too many times to even give a shit anymore.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the table. Come on, I'm not gonna wait around for your sorry ass all day."
"Yeah, yeah I'm almost done." I say as I try and find room for my last book in my now very stuffed bag. "I should probably introduce myself. The name's Nico (I don't bother stating my last name since most people get it wrong anyway) and the comedian is Stephen, one of my close friends. Actually, he's got more of a knack for art instead of comedy. Anyway, we're both 17 but Stephen works part-time at some fast-food restaurant while I sit on my lazy ass playing Skyrim on my laptop. It was Friday, the last Friday before the summer vacation. My parents told me that this year I was going to have to make my own money so I had to find some work stat!"
"Hey Stephen, what did you say that place was called again? The place you worked at?"
"You mean Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" "Yeah that's the place. Did you ask the manager if there were any job openings left? I really need to make some money or else I'm never gonna hear the end of my mom's nagging and my dad backing her up since she's got his balls in a vice"
Stephen thought for a second as we walked out of the school grounds.
"Now that you mention it, he did mention that he needed a new night guard."
My eyes opened wide, not believing what I just heard. You guys might not get it but any job that involves me not having to talk to or see anyone is practically a miracle for me so this sounded like the perfect opportunity. Now I just needed to find out what happened to the old guy and how much they paid.
"Sounds interesting. I need to ask though, what happened to the old night guard?" I asked.
"He quit after his first week. Said something about the animatronics trying to kill him or something."
My jaw dropped. I kept staring at Stephen in disbelief. He finally noticed after a few seconds.
"What?"
"Why would you tell me about such a sweet job just to shatter my dreams before I even went to apply?!" I practically screamed at him.
"Calm the hell down bro! I hadn't even finished yet. The shift starts at midnight and ends at 6 ok? For all we know, he was just hallucinating or dreaming or whatever."
"I'm pretty sure it's easy to tell the difference between dreaming that a robot animal is trying to kill you and having an actual 6 foot beast trying to rip your throat out!"
"Dude, I work with those "beasts" everyday! They wouldn't hurt a fly. Heck, I don't even think it's in their programming to do that. Remember, these things are robots, they can't think for themselves."
Realizing that he had a point, I calmed down a bit and realized that we were halfway to our homes.
"Alright then. I doubt you know this but how much did he get paid?"
"You're right, I don't know." Stephen replied. "I do however know the managers phone number so if you want that job, I highly suggest you give him a call before he goes home."
I looked at my watch and realized it was almost 3:30. I pulled out my phone and asked him for the number. After saving it, we went our separate ways and it was not long before I reached my door. None of the cars were in the garage so I took the front door key out of my bag and unlocked the door. I headed up the stairs to my room, threw my bag somewhere, kicked my shoes off, jumped on my bed and pulled out my phone to call Scott Cawthon, the manager. He picked at the second ring.
"Hello" He had a deeper voice than I'd imagined. It also sounded like he was exhausted.
"Mr. Cawthon, my name is Nico. I'm a good friend of Stephen's, one of your employees and he made mention that the night guard position was available?"
"Stephen? Oh so YOU are the Nico he keeps talking about" his voice went from dull to rather enthusiastic rather quickly. Almost too quickly.
"Yes, as it turns out, the night guard position opened up today. Would you like to come by tomorrow and we could discuss the details?"
"That would be great! What time should I be there?"
"Let's make it 12:30. How does that sound?" I heard him write what I believe was the appointment for tomorrow.
"Yeah, that would be great. See you tomorrow then?"
"Yes, tomorrow."
I hung up and created a reminder in my phone.
~SKIP TO SUNDAY AFTERNOON~
Wow, I can't believe I got the job. No, seriously, I can't believe it. He we met up at the Pizzeria and he told me about the job. The pay wasn't the best but I was desperate. He said I begin work today. I got to see the animatronics for the first time today. Despite what Stephen said, they looked really humanoid to me. It was nearly creepy. They all introduced themselves. *Since you readers probably already know their names, I'm just gonna skip this part*.
~TIME SKIP TO 11PM~
I unlocked the door to the restaurant and made my way to the back office. The manager had left a while ago. I threw the duffel bag I had with me onto the table and went to go and change into my night guard uniform. It was a bit to snug for my taste but hey, too late to change that now. It was 11:58 when I sat down at my desk and went through the contents of the duffel bag. Snacks, check. Water, check. Phone, check. Last will and testament…double check. Night stick and flash light, check.
"RING RING MONTHERFUCKER!"
I pushed off, the wheels of my chair locking in place due to rust and dust. I toppled backwards, headfirst and smacked my head against the floor. Hard.
"Bloody hell that hurt!" I cursed as I put my hand to my head where a bump was now forming.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night."
Gee, how thoughtful of you, I thought bitterly to myself. I straightened the chair and sat down again while listening to the recording.
"Um, I actually worked in that office before you."
Oh so you're that guy Stephen was talking about. It was now 12:03. My shift had started.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read"
Really? Who still does that? I got out my flashlight and started making shadow puppets.
"…blah blah blah … is not responsible for damage to property or person"
Person?
"Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred…"
Death!? I stopped making shadow puppets and turned my full attention to the recording.
"…a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and carpets have been replaced"
My heart sank, my jaw dropped and my body went ice cold. No, seriously. It went colder than Edward-from-Twilight cold.
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad…"
YOU THINK?! I wanted to scream at him but I remembered he wouldn't hear me anyways.
"…but there's really nothing to worry about…"
"Easy for you to say" I muttered to myself.
"…animatronics do get a bit "quirky" at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too."
"Is this guy high?" I continued to listen.
~Skip to the end of the message~
"…I'm fucked. Shove me in a suit? Bite of '87? Free roaming mode? And what's this about cameras?" it was 12:15 now and I only just realized there was a tablet on the table. I looked through the cameras and wound up on the one facing the stage.
"Wait…where's the chicken?"
I frantically searched each room, crevice and corner for that damned bird, mashing the tablet's screen until my finger tip became flat. I'm pretty sure I broke something in there but I didn't care. I heard something that Dead Space would never compete with.
"Tap, tap, tap"
I slowly put my arms down and silently prayed to the old gods and the new, the lord of light, Jesus, God, Buddha, GABEN; anybody! I heard my bones creak as I turned my head to the right. I was confused at first since I didn't see anything. I saw 2 buttons on the wall next to the door. I reached out to press the one with "Light" scrawled under it... "Son of a taint."
