The man walked down the sidewalk, humming to himself as he went along to distract himself from the suspense. He had applied for a job just recently, and
called to come in to the office. Nothing would be disclosed over the phone, but his possible soon-to-be-employer sounded very excited.
He opened the door to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza- a restaurant focused mainly on children's parties, but was still enjoyable to the entire family.
"Sir, we don't open until eleven-thirty," The woman who was preparing tables spoke. "I have to ask you to leave- oh! You were called here, weren't you?! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize-"
He chuckled slightly. "That's quite alright, miss. No worries. Would you mind directing me to Mr. Cawthon's office?"
"Of course." The woman answered. "I'm Abigail. I'm a waitress here." She smiled at him, her honey brown eyes shining.
"I'm Stephan." He responded. "Stephan Matthews." His emerald eyes flitted to the clock. "It's ten forty-five. I don't want you to be late."
"Right. Mr. Cawthon's office is right this way." She led him down a long hallway. "I've got to get to work. Good luck, Mr. Matthews." She went back to setting up the tables.
Stephan cleared his throat and knocked on the door. "Mr. Cawthon?"
"Come on in." He called, respectfully closing his laptop and stood. "You must be Mr. Matthews." He smiled and shook his hand.
He nodded, shaking his hand back. "I'm sorry it took so long to get here."
"Don't worry about that, it's no big deal."
"If I may ask, what did you call me here to talk about?"
Mr. Cawthon chuckled at that. "You got the job, Mr. Matthews! Congratulations, and welcome to the family!"
"Thank you, sir. It's a great honor." Stephan smiled gratefully.
"It's an honor to have you, Mr. Matthews. I'll have Abigail show you around, and we'll let you go home and rest up before your first workday... Er, work-night."
Mr. Cawthon patted him on the back, and he went out to see Abigail.
"Well?" She questioned. "How'd it go?"
"I got the job!" He announced.
"Awesome! I knew you would! Does he want me to show you around?"
"Uh, yeah, if you don't mind."
"Not at all." She walked him through the building, opening the door to a small room. The walls were covered with posters, and there was a small fan on the desk, whirring quietly. "This is Mike's office. He's the night guard. He makes sure no one tampers with the animatronics during the night. You shouldn't need to go in there, unless you get put on watchman duty... which wouldn't happen." She continued along, showing Stephan around the building. "And that's pretty much it.
Any questions?"
"Nope, I think I got it. Thanks for all your help."
Abigail nodded. "Anytime. You get home and rest up, alright?"
"Right. I'll see you around, I guess." He headed out the door, the bell jangling behind him.
Tonight would be a long night...