AUTHOR'S NOTES: So second-person/you based stories aren't aloud. Any certain words will be necessarily replaced. The main character of the story will still be an adult, female night guard named Michelle as a female-counterpart to Mike Schmidt.
The night of my first job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was at hand. I stood in front of the Pizzeria as I took a deep sigh, staring at the exterior design. The place was pretty run-down looking. I could see the cracks in the walls as well as the plentiful, hardened chewing gum people had placed near the entrance door. There was also a slight smell of garbage from the back of the restaurant, with a more noticeable smell of grease. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it was definitely a start. Suddenly, a bad aura/creepy vibe was felt after standing there for about a minute; I was contemplating whether to go through with this job now, just having some doubts. Still, I wouldn't want to be considered a bad employee.
I looked at my watch which read, 11:54 P.M. "Well," I said, with a short pause, "here goes nothing."
As I entered the restaurant, I walked quickly towards the back office. A bright yellow note was posted on the wall by the fan. It was made especially for me! It had said, "For the Rookie: 12 A.M., I'll leave you some prerecorded messages concerning the job, for helpful and legal reasons. You can call me if you have any questions, but I prefer it to be around 12-1 A.M. or 5-6 A.M. Thanks- Phone Guy."
As I finished reading, the image of the Phone Guy had presented itself in my mind. I remembered talking to him concerning my application for the shift. He was really kind and helpful, but something was off.
He seemed uneasy.
Still, though, I thought he was a pretty sweet guy. For a second, the thoughts of him took away my discomfort at being alone in a dark, gloomy restaurant, but reality hit me as soon as the phone rang...
It was now 12 A.M.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night..."
It was his voice. At first he goes on about the legal issues, stuff regarding the animatronics, nothing out of the norm. I listened to the pleasant sound of his voice, although I made a concerned look when he nervously laughed or spoke awkwardly. But it wasn't just the nervous sounds of the Phone Guy; some of the things he said were much more disturbing. He then went on about something like "free roaming mode" and how they might even stuff you into a suit filled with sharp metal parts that can easily pierce through your body and kill you. At least he was trying to reassure you that I'd be okay. The call eventually finished. Time went by; there was a lot the Phone Guy had covered.
Slightly nervous, I checked the cameras and saw one of the robots missing from the stage.
"Oh No!" I panicked, "Oh no oh no oh no.." Quickly switching the cameras, I see Bonnie down the West hall. He isn't that far from me now. At this point I was shaking so much I accidentally dropped the laptop- and I didn't care. Shutting the door was my first priority, and I now had done so. "I can't do this, I can't do this," I said, trying to stabilize my breathing rate. The cameras as well as the door were still on, which meant I was wasting power... luckily I quickly shut the laptop screen so the only thing left on was the door. Not feeling at all safe, I dialed the Phone Guy's number that was on a piece of paper on the desk. After a few dials, he finally answered.
"Uhhhhh, Hello?" he asked before yawning loudly; he sounded tired and disoriented since he was sleeping before.
"PLEASE, PLEASE help me..." I shouted, clenching the phone close to my ear, "Y-you can't leave me here alone!"
"Now, Now. Don't worry, just listen to my voice."
"Okay," I responded, trying to catch my breath.
"What is the situation?"
"The Purple Bunny is moving... it has gotten closer to me, I don't know if I can do this, please.. help-"
"Oh, it's just Bonnie. Well, like I said in the message, the animatronics do get a bit quirky at night, he basically just roams around, which he usually does so on the whole left side of the restaurant. But you gotta make sure he doesn't get to you...or else. As long as you maintain power and keep the door closed when needed you'll do just fine, okay?"
Trying to concentrate, I start looking at the direction of the left entrance. The Phone guy asked, "is he at your door?" I immediately opened the laptop, and thoroughly checked the camera. Bonnie was nowhere to be found.
"I don't see him. I'm going to go check-"
As I reached for the door button, Phone Guy yelled, "Wait! If he's not in your camera view, then he's-" By the time he said this, I pushed the button before turning on the light, only to my surprise, was the giant purple animatronic standing right in front of me, inches from my face.
"AHHH! " I screamed, pressing the door button again almost instantaneously. Luckily it shut before Bonnie could move any further.
"Yeah," the Phone guy muttered, "he does that. Watch out for your blind spot."
I walked a few steps backwards, letting go of the phone. It didn't fall due to the springy cord connected to it, it just hung there over the edge of the desk. I then sat on the ground, and made a sad, weeping sound, which the Phone Guy heard on the other line.
"Look," he sighed, "if it helps I can be there with you throughout the week. I was hesitant to give you this job, but the CEO heavily implied that I do so, because we really needed someone to fill in the position. Now I can't move you to any other position, though, not even mine. But uhhh, I'm pretty used to the night shift, so maybe if I'm there you wouldn't feel so scared. I'll discuss shift schedules and multiple positions with the CEO tomorrow, to see if I can move instead. But in the meantime, you have to hold out for tonight."
After hearing this, I grabbed the phone and whispered, "ALL Night?! C-can you stay on the phone with me?"
There was a long silence. I listened in on the other line, but could hear nothing except the sound of his breathing. "H-Hello?," I called out.
"I'm sorry, " he apologized, "I'm very sorry... I have work in the morning, a-and I need this time to sleep. But I really want to help you out, you seem like a nice woman and I don't- uhh, the company would be very troubled- if anything bad happens again. Hmm, I'll tell you what- I just looked at my clock- It's 3 A.M. On the plus side, you already made it halfway through! Just hold out for the rest of the night, and it'll be 6 A.M. in no time."
"I am sorry to have kept you up," I began, "I very much appreciate your help; even talking to you helps me stay calm."
"I wasn't quite prepared to get a call this late, but it's completely understandable," he yawned. "The business really cares more about making money rather than keeping the employees safe. I'm here to ensure your safety," he went on, "so that way you can definitely feel better when dealing with this sort of stuff. I don't want anything else to happen to someone here, it's bad enough for me and the company to deal with. I mean it would be WORSE having to file a missing person's report again, y'know? Especially for a nice lady like yourself..."
There was a short pause.
"I really think I should be going. I wish you best of luck, but really, your first night there is nothing to worry about. You'll do fine!"
Feeling a little better, with plenty of power left, I calmly agreed to his words, said goodbye, and finally hung up. After the talk with the Phone Guy, it was easier getting up, and getting situated with the laptop in my hands once more.
"You can do this Michelle, you can do this," you told yourself.
Minutes and minutes passed; there were only a few times Bonnie was active. He hid in the closet from time to time and maybe once or twice stayed in the corner closest to me. Sure it was scary, but I got to understand more of how Bonnie functioned. By the time my shift was over the robot seemed to be back in its place, and surely I felt relieved. The job seemed dangerous to a degree, but since I survived I considered myself capable.
I don't know how I'm going to be able to go through the week like this, I thought to yourself, but he said he's going to be with me during the next few nights. He's done this before...hopefully everything will be fine. Suddenly, the terrifying image of Bonnie was stuck in my mind, the very image of his shiny, beady eyes replaying in my brain like a record player-was very traumatizing, hopefully I won't get any nightmares. To have made myself feel better, I imagined The Phone Guy hitting Bonnie with a large piece of metal, knocking out the giant robot. To me he looked heroic, yet the image looked hilarious, which made me giggle. Luckily no one was around to see me smiling to myself as I traveled back to my lovely home. The last thought I have, before falling asleep on my comfortable bed (I was very tired from all of the endless freight), was the thought of what it was going to be like, how the week would turn out being alongside the Phone Guy.