A/N Griffin occasionally pronounces swear words "feck" and "shait."
Night 1
12 AM
The brand new night security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria played with his name tag. According to the small, cheap piece of grey plastic, the guard's name was Griffin. Griffin stood in one of the two doorways that led to the closet sized space, unsure of what to do. He surveyed the tiny space with apprehension; he did not want to be there. He'd rather be in his bed sleeping, coding, or drawing. But he needed the money. He was saving up to go to a decent computer-programming college. Having been spacing off, he startled violently when a phone on the desk started to ring. He quickly picked up the loud device.
"Hello?"
"Hey! I just wanted to welcome you to the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria night staff," a man's voice announced.
"Um, thank you? Is there anything else?" Griffin asked.
The voice continued, seeming to be a recording. "Also, I have a few words of advice. To, you know, make sure you stay safe."
Griffin couldn't think of anything that could endanger him. Other than burglars. But who in their right mind would rob a creepy children's fun house? Although he was confused (and mildly terrified), he continued to listen attentively.
"The animatronics tend to move around at night, due to a bug in their programming. They're attracted to people, so don't be surprised if and when they pay you a visit. Only one, if any, should come tonight, but you never know."
Griffin was completely terrified by that point. He felt his heart beating as fast as if he were running, and his breathing got shallower as well as quicker. His palms started sweating, causing him to almost drop the phone.
"Be sure to monitor the animatronics by using the cameras we have set up. Whenever an animatronic comes near your office, SHUT THE GODDAMN DOOR THEY'RE COMING THROUGH IMMEDIATELY! Their bug also makes them stuff you into an empty animatronic suit. That will kill you, so be on the lookout. And check Pirate's Cove frequently. Foxy's camera shy, so he'll stay tucked away for a while."
At that point, he was sure the guy on the phone was just pranking him. That's what he got for working at a creepy kids' pizzeria. An initiation ceremony to prove that he would be a good, clear-headed leader if disaster ever struck. Griffin knew he was so screwed.
"You want the power generator to last you all of the six hours you will be working. So don't close the doors unless you absolutely have to, and don't check the cameras too frequently. Oh, and our night janitor, Golden Freddy, will be joining you for the next week. The animatronics are starting to learn his hiding places, and he doesn't want to risk it. He knows where the, uh… supplies are, in case you get bored, or want to truly live during your final moments. Good luck, and please don't sue."
There was a click and a beep, signaling the end of the recording. He put down the phone clumsily; his hands were still sweaty. All the information was too much for Griffin's tired brain. He yawned, wiped his hands on his pants, and sat down on the office chair. It had wheels and swiveled. A childish part of his brain (most of his brain) though that he would have fun scooting the chair around the tiny room while spinning on it. God, he loved swively chairs with wheels. He groaned when he remembered that he was at work and had to be "professional."
"Why the feck did I apply for this job?" Griffin cursed himself for being such an idiot. He silently promised himself pie if he did the entire week of work. He groaned again when he remembered that he had agreed to the extra two days.
After approximately ten minutes of self-hating, he took a quick glance at the cameras. He flicked through the different rooms slowly, making sure every animatronic was in the correct place. He turned off the screens and relaxed back into his chair. He knew the phone guy was probably just messing with him, but he couldn't help but have a small flicker of doubt. Griffin shook the negative thoughts out of his head and closed his eyes. As he yawned, he told himself to check the cameras in fifteen minutes. His head lolled onto his shoulder a few seconds later, and he fell asleep.
2 HOURS LATER
"Hey, buddy, wake up." Griffin felt someone shake his shoulder. "Wake up!~"
Griffin groaned loudly, his eyes still closed. "My body's not ready yet," he slurred tiredly. It sounded more like, "Mybdynredyt."
He heard a snicker. The shaking of his shoulder stopped. "Was that a sex reference, noob? And a moan? I'm flattered and all, but you hardly know me! We haven't even officially met yet! Talk about jumping to conclusions. By the way, Foxy's peeking out of the curtains in Pirate's Cove. You might want to check on him. He runs fast."
Still half asleep, the only words that registered in Griffin's brain were sex, moan, and fast. Slowly, the other words sank through his stupor. He finally realized that maybe the whole stuff you in a suit animatronic prank wasn't a prank or initiation after all. His eyes flew open as he fell off the surprisingly comfortable office chair. Embarrassed, he ignored the fact that he had landed on someone's feet, and instead, focused on the beautiful man looming above him.
He saw a very tan and hairy man. The man's golden blond hair looked neatly styled compared to Griffin's messy brown ponytail. Sky blue eyes watched him as perfect lips exposed perfect teeth and a perfect smile. The night guard could not believe the guy's dimples. Everything about the stranger seemed to be perfect.
"Hey, Goldilocks," Griffin said, still tired and disoriented, with a sleepy smile.
"It's a bit early for nicknames, don't you think? We don't even know each other's names, Ponytail Guy!~" Goldilocks sang, winking. Serious, he added, "Foxy's about to run. Just FYI."
Griffin quickly scrambled to his feet and launched himself at the camera monitor. He visibly relaxed when he saw everybody more or less in their place. Other than Foxy, who was completely outside of his curtains.
"You think I was gonna let a noob die on his first day on the job?~" Goldilocks said, smirking. Griffin turned around to give a slightly lame comeback, but instead tripped over the wheels of the surprisingly comfortable office chair. The golden blond man steadied Ponytail Guy by placing his hands on the other man's hips. "Whoa, careful there! You all right?"
Griffin flushed with embarrassment. "My name's not noob. It's Griffin. I'm assuming you're the janitor, Golden Freddy?" He noticed the tan man's hands still on his hips. "You can take your hands off now," he added.
"I know I can. The question is: will I?~" Griffin's eyes widened as the janitor leaned closer. "You can call me Goldie. Nicknames are okay now that we've actually met." Goldie started walking away before he noticed something behind Griffin. "You might want to close that door."
