Week three at my new job was actually going better than expected. I mean considering that the things I was working with had a bit of a history of killing the people that had come before me. That's right I was working at the infamous Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, known by the working class as the place that desperate workers vanished or went insane. Well three weeks ago I was one of those desperate people who needed a job because no other place was willing to hire a werewolf... What? Look would you want to hire a six and a half foot tall beefy biped wolf that could scare off all your customers? I didn't think so. Luckily though I managed to get the night shift where I learned the deepest darkest secret the place had to offer.
See, during the day there are three singing animatronics, as well as a fourth that is forever out of order. But during the night, they enter into a "free roam" program where they can go wherever within the restaurant they please. Unfortunately they also have a program that basically gave them explicit instructions that no one was allowed inside the place. This of course meant that when a night guard was in the restaurant, they would think he was an endoskeleton that needed to be put back into a suit. This of course killed the poor night guard with all the metal parts that were inside the suits.
However when they caught me they were under the impression that I was an animatronic due to my wolfy form, though this thought was quickly rectified. So since they didn't know what I was they had nothing else to go on but what I told them, that I was a werewolf that would appreciate not being killed.
Anyway, so it was my third week, and I had been having a particularly rough day, mostly it was due to my math teacher, so when I went to work that night, I sat in my office and thought... it's more of a random thought process than thinking about any one particular subject. Now when I do this I usually require that my music not play because I need it as quiet as possible, of course the animatronics noticed that there wasn't anything playing and Freddy decided to investigate.
"Jacob?"
"*Sigh* what is it?"
"Well, the others have noticed a lack of music being played, and we were wondering if there was something wrong... so... is there?"
I sighed again and in the most sarcastic voice I could I said
"What me? Have a bad day? Oh that's preposterous, absolutely not, everything's all hunky dory here, all good in my life and it's all sunshine and rainbows for me." Switching tones to an irritated serious one I then added "My life sucks, and it will continue to suck until someone can figure out a way to kill me."
Freddy looked at me with concern on his face "is there something you would like to talk about?"
"What? Me? Talk with you? About what?"
"Well... whatever seems to be bothering you. Despite your initial response you seem to be under a lot of stress, and I don't like to see my friends under stress. Its okay, you can talk to me. I'm told I'm a good listener."
Well, this couldn't possibly go any worse than the 16 other therapists who had referred me to other therapists just so they could get me out of their office. Sure why not?
"Okay... well let's start with the biggest problem. I live in a society that has no place for me. Whenever I try and talk to someone, they just try and get away from me as fast as possible, then to top that off people seem to go out of their way to make life miserable for me. All of that because I look like this."
So far so good. He hadn't gotten tired of my ranting yet so I figured that I could open the floodgates to all the crap I had been putting up with.
"At school most of my teachers mark me down for little tiny things that they let other students slide on, like a misplaced comma or a forgotten equal sign. Also I have to have a special permit to even go to school, and even that is hard to get because people don't trust me, they take one look at me and try to hide their kids from me because all they see in me is a man eating monster that has no reasonable side to it. And that's not even scratching the surface, because when I tried to get a job elsewhere, they kept denying me because they didn't want to scare the other customers away. Also I have Insanity Wolf constantly asking me to let him out when I know that I shouldn't, plus I also have the people at the apartment complex constantly calling me names and I have to put up with it otherwise I'll get evicted and have to move back in with my dad. There are several gangs that want me out of the city and have made several attempts to kick me out. Oh and here's the icing on the cake. If I ever so much as complain to other people about this unfair treatment, they all say 'Just because you're a werewolf don't expect special treatment' but the problem is that I am getting special treatment. It's just the bad kind of special. AAAAAAAAAGH."
Freddy just looked at me with concern on his face, and then said
"Is there anything else?"
Wow, normally by this time I get a weird look from the therapist and she refers me to someone else claiming that my problems are 'too serious for her but would be perfect for this other person' So having this guy asking me if there was anything else that was upsetting me right now was the furthest I had gotten into talking about my problems.
"Well... no... Actually I think that just about covers it... thanks Freddy that did help a lot."
"Not a problem, just remember that you can talk to me about anything that you need to okay... now if you don't mind..." He pointed to my IPod
"Oh, right, sorry." I plugged it in and music once again filled the halls of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, much to the delight of the animatronics.
"Now if you don't mind I have a favor to ask of you."
"Well you listened to me complain about how life isn't fair... so what's up Freddy?"
"It's Foxy... He hasn't come out yet, I tried to talk to him but he isn't responding. Would you mind going in there and seeing if he's alright?"
Foxy... not active... well that would suck badly... he was my favorite one out of the four, and it really would be a shame to see him be deactivated for good.
"Of course... I'll get right on that."
Marching to the beat of the music I pulled back the curtains of Pirate's cove to find that Foxy was sitting on his chest and staring at something in a bottle.
"Knock knock... Foxy... helooooooo..."
No response
"Earth to Foxy... are you even listening to me?"
Still nothing... now if I know pirates the one thing that get's their attention is...
"ENEMY FLAG ON THE STARBOARD SIDE, SPANISH COLORS SIR! JUST THE LONE SHIP CAPTAIN! WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS?"
That definitely got his attention, he set down the bottle and in his most commanding voice he said
"LOOSE THE SAILS AND READY THA' CANNONS, THOSE BILGE RATS SHOULDA' RUN WHILE THEY HA' THE CHANCE!...oh... ahoy there Jacob... apologies fer not respondin' earlier.
It's jus' tha I be reminded of ol' times." He picked up the bottle again; inside of it was a little ship that bore the name 'The Red Fox'
"Be thar' a problem lad?"
"Oh umm, not that I can think of, Freddy was just worried is all... Now that I think of it, it looks like there might be something going on with you... are you okay?"
He turned back at the ship in the bottle forlornly then said
"I miss bein' able ta interact with tha' lads... sein' their faces as I tell me tales of adventure and such... now I jus' don' know wha' ta' do... people who see me be throwin' insutlin' names at me. Callin' me creepy or rusty... do ya think I be nothin' more than a bucket o' bolts like tha lubbers tha' come durin' tha' day be sayin'?"
"Bucket of bolts? Oh please... Look don't tell anyone else this, but you're actually my favorite of the four."
"Ahh, ye jus' be sayin' that lad."
"No I'm serious, remember my first week? The other three would just stand there and not move when the cameras were on them, but you Foxy had the nerve to rush me. Out of all the robots here you were the only one I had to be on my toes with, the others were predictable and had a set routine that they didn't deviate from, but you were the loose cannon. I liked that."
"Really?"
"Yup, and hey if it makes you feel any better, I have people who keep trying to kill me. Just be lucky you don't have a... Ohhhhh, what's the pirate term for wanted man... black spot?"
"Ye have a black spot? Who marked ye fer death lad?"
"Oh it's nothing I can't take care of, just this gang that deludes its members into thinking that they're going on some 'crusade to make Portland pure again' ha! To quote the immortal words of Daryl Dixon 'that's B.S.'"
Just then there was someone pounding at the door "OPEN UP YOU FREAK SHOW OR I'M GONNA BLAST THIS DOOR DOWN MYSELF!"
great... as if it wasn't bad enough that these guy's knew where I worked at they had the guts to break in here... well they have killed people, they have three dead on their records all of which were either brutally slashed or shot. With twelve gauge guns.
"Guys trust me on this, get back into your spots and don't interfere with this, the last thing we need are reports of rogue animatronics. Just let me handle this okay."
"Alright lad we trust ye." Foxy begrudgingly replied as he and the others got back into their positions. Now with that taken care of, I quickly went to the door. What greeted me was the barrel of a shotgun pointed directly at my gut. Before I could react though the guy fired it, throwing me back a bit and landing me flat on my butt, I tried to get up but before my healing factor kicked in the guy walked up to me with his two buddies behind him, and raised a pistol to my head
"You shoulda stayed outta this city freak."
Then he pulled the trigger.
Well that ended on a sinister note. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNN... anywhoooo... I couldn't find a better stopping point than this one, also in case you didn't know this is the second 'night' that I referenced in chapter three of 'night' one. Hope you all enjoy.
-Lycanwriter-