Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Give Life

Chapter 1

Give Life

Caffeine, an addictive substance not considered to be dangerous; though if the user doesn't get their daily fix well…. Let's just not factor in that possibility. The bitter, earthy taste of black coffee mixed with smooth creme could bring even the most burned out individual back to their usual grumpy, selfish self. That was the human race for you. Jamie Cook really was no different. She inhaled the savory scent as if it were able to give life and bless her humble, mundane soul before taking a long and thoughtful drink from the seemingly chalice of virtue which managed to keep most sane. Her neck length, mousy, brown hair stuck out in messy tufts, almost slipping from her hair band. Jamie's tired grey eyes stared at the off-white wall of her cheap apartment, just trying to sit at her small, round, budget kitchen table and enjoy the quiet morning without being interrupted. It seems that she had just woken up, still dressed in pajamas consisting of a stained t-shirt advertising for Mellow Mushroom (presumably from a previous job) and some drawstring shorts. Her bare feet didn't make a move to go anywhere on the cold tile, not even when her cell phone started to ring its ever-annoying tune. Jamie didn't even look at the caller, she just pressed the red end-call button and continued to sip her coffee as if it didn't even happen. Eventually she could feel the vibrations on the table from her phone, indicating that she had a notification; probably because said caller left a voice mail. Jamie looked up at her time keeper, an analog clock hanging above her trash can. She sighed, setting down her almost empty mug, rubbing her eyes. 8:45 AM…. Can't this wait? Jamie thought, begrudgingly grabbing her cell phone.

"Jamie, I need you in work today. Come immediately. No excuses or you're fired. Be here by 9."

Oh no. The previously exhausted female jumped to her feet, racing to her bedroom to throw on some slightly respectable clothing before remembering she needed her uniform. Cursing, she put on the right clothes. Luckily, she'd taken a shower last night and didn't approve of applying gunk to her face (otherwise known as makeup).

"Shit shit shit…" Jamie muttered, grabbing her wad of keys and dashing out the door to her red moped. After shoving on her helmet, the highly alarmed female raced off to her place of imprisonment, otherwise known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

8:57, I'm cutting it close! Jamie thought franticly, tires screeching as she slung it into a parking space, throwing off her helmet. Adrenaline pounded through her veins as she burst into the glass doors, throwing her hands up in the air in triumph.

"I'm here! I'm here! Everything's okay!" Jamie panted, feeling like she was about to fall over as sense of relief took her body. She wasn't going to get fired today, no indeed. Not if Jamie Cook had anything to say about it. Not that it was up to her, that decision was entirely up to her boss.

"Ah, Jamie! Good, I have a job for you." said a voice that grated on Jamie's ears. She grimaced and straightened up, finally taking a good look at her surroundings. Her grey eyes held a bit of confusion as she watched a few of her coworkers tear up carpet and scrubbing some areas with bleach. Just what happened? Her boss, a portly and sweaty man with hardly any hair, pulled a handkerchief from his striped button-up shirt pocket, and patted his forehead. A name tag above his right breast pocket read: Mr. Faz Manager.

"I need you to take the nightguard shift, but just for this week. You'll be paid more and-" Unfortunately, Jamie didn't pay too much attention to whatever else the man said, she was just in shock her cheap manager would give her more money. Was he sick? Whatever, his mistake is her gain.

"You got all that?" Mr. Faz narrowed his beady little eyes up at Jamie. She was a bit taller than him, though most everyone was, but that didn't stop him from being very intimidating. She finally snapped out of it, brushing some stray hairs from her face and nodding.

"Y-Yes sir."

"Good. Go to Dalia for the security guard uniform. You start at midnight." Jamie watched Mr. Faz walk off, barking at his employees to hurry up. But wait, what about Mike the previous nightguard? Did he quit or get fired? That didn't sound like her friend. Mike was a quiet fellow who didn't cause much trouble and had a very clean record. They often got dinner together at fast food chains or other local businesses, though the relationship had been purely non-romantic. Why would he suddenly leave without telling her?

"Wait! Mr. Faz! What happened to Mike?" Jamie called, running after him. Her boss turned around, giving her a sharp glare that made poor Jamie shrink down a little.

"Schmidt? He quit. And good riddance, the lazy bastard." Jamie could feel her blood boil a little hearing her boss insult her good friend like that.

"Why did he qui-"

"QUIT ASKING QUESTIONS AND GET BACK TO WORK!" Mr. Faz roared, his face red as he stomped away to his office, leaving the new nightguard a bit puzzled and kind of miffed, though the latter was replaced with concern for Mike. Chewing her lip in uncertainty, Jamie decided to go ask Dalia what happened rather than badger her quick tempered manager. She had to go to her for her uniform, anyways. But why did she need a uniform anyhow? No one was going to see her at those very early hours of the morning. Never the less, Jamie dragged herself over to Dalia, an older girl with black hair, gothic makeup looking out of place with her Fazbear Franchise uniform. She was in the break room… shoving the contents of Mike's locker in a trash bag.

"What are you doing?" Jamie asked with a raised brow, standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip. Why was everyone so suspicious today? First she was called in on her day off with not much of an explanation, then she was offered her friend's job who didn't even call her or tell her why he lost his job (or quit though she was doubtful that happened), the carpet was being completely destroyed with no explanation, and now this punk was digging in Mike's locker?

Maria glanced up with the same bored expression she put on every day for work, clearly showing that she didn't want to be there and would rather be home, though the shackles of currency kept her tied tightly to this shithole. But at this moment, her visage held a little bit of… anxiousness, surprisingly.

"I'm, uh… Cleaning out Mike's locker. He forgot to." Maria stated, just raking anything left clumsily into the bag and tying it shut. She thrust it into Jamie's hands.

"Here, you take it to him." Okaaaay…. That's not weird at all…. Jamie looked down unsurely at the plastic bag.

"What's going on this morning? We just got that carpet, why is it being torn up?" Maria avoided her gaze and reached into a cardboard box in the corner, though after slamming the now empty locker shut. It seemed the break room was pretty small, only holding twelve tiny lockers, a rickety table with odd stains, and a barely working microwave that clearly needed to be cleaned out. All of it was squished together. Perhaps this used to be an unused closet that just happened to be big enough?

"One of the animatronics was leaking oil, we can't get the stain out. Something about wanting to be presentable to the customers. I'm just glad I'm getting paid." Dalia thrust some sort of uniform into Jamie's hands and pushed past her, almost desperate to get out of there. Upon glancing out to the workers replacing the flooring, she noticed they too looked a bit cagey. What exactly was going on here? Perhaps the manager was in an extra foul mood because of the mess, which put everyone on edge? It was possible, it's happened before. Mr Faz hated spending money and usually went with the cheapest option.

Jamie walked slowly, observing the destruction of the floor going down, though almost knocking into the glass door. She held her head, growling as she accidentally pulled the door instead of pushed, exiting the pizzeria. She wasn't needed until that night (or rather morning), choosing to leave instead. She was too busy to stop by Mike's house, having to go grocery shopping, run some errands, and more. Jamie figured that tomorrow would be a good time if she wasn't too tired. It would take a little while for her to get used to the new schedule.

But it was unfortunate. Maybe if Jamie put the pieces together, she would know something was wrong. Indeed, it was too bad she hadn't stopped to investigate further. When one is encountered with things out of the norm, most people try to come up with logical explanations and attempt to rationalize it or even flat out deny its existence. Jamie had her suspicions, but none were close to the truth. Maybe, if she had stayed, she would see how obvious that greasy black oil stains were not at all close to the deep, dark red peeking out from the pile of ripped nylon.

So here's chapter 1. If ya'll like this then please review. There is no set date when I post, I'm actually just putting this out here to see if anyone wants to read more. If enough people love it, I'll post a chapter 2 quickly. If this gets a dead response, I'll still write chapter 2 and so on, but it'll come out rather slowly. Expect at least 10 chapters of this shit. Any more is a bonus.

Update 5/20/18: This is a repost and was written 2 years ago. It is only slightly edited. I might come back to this someday but otherwise, will stay in its almost original form aside from changing a character's name. If you have any ideas or really like this story, leave a review!