Edited on 2/20/2017
Even though the light outside was beginning to fade into an orange haze, an alarm clock blared through the twilight air. In a dark room, under a heap of pillows and bedsheets, a pallid hand snaked out and gingerly silenced the blaring noise.
With a loud groan, a girl with long messy brown hair emerged and climbed out of the bed, scratching the back of her head as she made her way to the bathroom, grabbing a navy uniform on the way. When she reached the bathroom, she flicked on the light, illuminating the yellow walls and white cabinets. She picked up a brush and began pulling at her long locks, occasionally wincing at the large tangles in her nappy hair.
She set the brush down and opened a low drawer, pulling out a tube of mascara and black eyeliner. She swiped the products on, going a little heavy on the eyeliner, making her hazel eyes pop.
She closed the bathroom door and began pulling off her baggy pajama shirt, revealing a toned stomach and medium bust. Then she turned and pulled the security uniform off its hanger, slipping it on over her head. She then found a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her hips and next her tall black combat boots. She opened another drawer and pulled out a Kershaw knife, clipping the handy knife to the inside of her boot. Before exiting the bathroom, she straightened her outfit and the name Cheyenne James appeared on her breast in white thread.
Cheyenne stepped out of the bright room and into her dim bedroom, picking up a black backpack, keys, and an IPhone with headphones already plugged in the jack. Cheyenne tugged the bag over her shoulder and made her way to the front door. Down the long hallway, she passed pictures of false happy family. Two girls and a mother were displayed in the wooden frames, but no father was anywhere to be seen. The hallway soon opened to a large beautiful living room, a small chandelier hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the dark colored room. It was also accompanied with a stone chimney and a flat screen television hanging above. There were three large leather couches sitting in a horseshoe shape, each with their own faux fur blanket hanging over the top. Their kitchen connected with the vast living room, and next to the kitchen was a giant window overlooking the heavy loaded flower garden. The view was beautiful. In the morning, the dew would be trying to slip off the ivy leaves and onto he succulents Cheyenne's mother grew by the door. Even though the house was magnificent, Cheyenne didn't care for any of it. No, the only thing she loved her violin and the little grand piano that sat by the giant window.
Cheyenne would occasionally play the ivories, sending music flying into the air like a swarm of birds taking off; and oh, the music. . . streams of Mozart, Debussy and Phuoy would explode from the instrument, sending waves of pleasure up the spines of those who heard. She hadn't played for a while now. The last time she did, that was when it all happened. All the fighting, all the yelling. . .
Cheyenne shook her head and continued walking to the front door. As she stuck her hand out to grasp the knob, Cheyenne could feel someone watching her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a teenager looking over the leather couch at her.
"What are you doing Sarah?" Cheyenne asked, narrowing her eyes. Sarah sat up higher, her long honey colored hair was up in its usual messy bun. Some stands were falling out of it, framing her baby face. "I was going to ask you the same question."
Cheyenne pursed her lips deciding whether to answer her sister. "Mom told you to quit that Fazbear job, that's where you're going now, isn't it?" Sarah gave a shake of her head, "why can't you ever listen? Things would be so much easier if you'd just—"
"It's not of your business, Sarah!" Cheyenne spat. "I don't care if mom doesn't like the job, she's just upset because I don't have to rely on her and can care for myself."
Sarah closed her light brown eyes, still shaking her head, "whatever, you never listen anyway."
Cheyenne bit her tongue as she slammed the door shut, ending the ridiculous argument. Cheyenne started the rust colored jeep and began backing out into the dark deserted road. Her mind still swirled with anger. Her mother wasn't someone she respected, she was a horrid woman, and no one saw that but the ones who lived in the house with her.
Cheyenne shook her head, "I can't think about this now," she muttered. "I'm going to be late for Ann's birthday." Without another thought of her mother and sister, Cheyenne turned on the CD player and began blaring her Slipknot disc all the way to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
The pizzeria was empty except for two male workers, and the Freddy Fazbear group. They were all sitting around waiting for Cheyenne, laughing at anything Bonnie and Ann bickered about,
"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Ann screeched. "YOU STILL OWE ME A FUCKING SKIP IN THE HALLWAY!"
Bonnie brushed off her tone, and instead of growing feisty like his friend, he began talking in a nonchalant voice, "It's not my fault that I didn't skip with you, and besides I didn't expect you'd still be harping on about this."
Ann fumed at the blue bunny, "you're such a-"
Cheyenne walked into the restaurant at that moment; the bells on the door alerting them of her presence. She held her phone up to her ear as she walked over, "yes sir... Okay. I will Mr. Wilson... Yes sir, I'll have him look at it. Good night."
Cheyenne groaned as she sat at the long table, she sat next to two of the male workers, Jade, and Michael, the two were brothers. Michael had his signature shaved haircut and Jade... Now Jade was a sight for sore eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes, an amethyst color with little specks of blue. And his ebony hair was in a side bang cut, sexy as it hung just barely above his eyebrows. He gave Cheyenne a smooth wink and white smile as she sat next to him, "hey there Chey, you look good."
Cheyenne crinkled her nose, making Ann hold back a snort. "Nice to see you too Mr. Fresh."
He smiled wider, "you want some water? You don't need a glass though-" He started. Oh god... If it's another one of these... "-because you're already a tall glass,"
Cheyenne shot him her famous glare, "haha, you know something Jade? For a human, such as yourself to be made out of 75% of water you sure as hell don't look refreshing to me."
Jade flinched as his brother began guffawing, everyone was in tears- well, the animatronics would be if they were still alive- from how hard they were laughing.
Ann wiped a non-existent tear from under her eye, "damn Jade, she shot your ass down like you were a bird during hunting season."
Jade smirked at everyone, "haha, very funny."
Cheyenne rolled her eyes and leaned over the table, giving the arctic fox a hug, "happy birthday Ann," she said, smiling as the fox pulled her into her fur.
"Awe thanks!" She cooed, it was weird celebrating her birthday as an animatronic, if she was back home she would be eating cake and other desserts to celebrate the day.
Michael brought his fork up with a piece of Vanilla cake on it. "Y'know something? I never thought of birthdays as good days, I always saw them as, 'congrats for making it this long! Enjoy some cake to make yourself unhealthy so you don't have to deal with this bullshit longer than you have to!'" He shrugged, "or at least that's what I think..."
Chika reached over and slightly pulled the cake away, "hon... Maybe you should ease up on the cake-"
He growled and pulled the dessert back, "didn't you hear? I don't wanna deal with this bullshit longer than I have to."
Foxy came up behind Ann, laying his paw and hook on her shoulders, "happy birthday lass," he said, slightly rubbing her shoulders. Ann smiled as he did so. Cheyenne guessed they were a couple now, they were always hanging and messing with each other. It was cute, they were both foxes, and they were dead. But they were close. Foxy had saved Ann when she was younger from being murdered, but it's kind of funny if you think about it: the love of her life saved her in her childhood, just to be murdered by him when she started working here.
That's so ironic it's hilarious.
"Who were talking to when you walked in?" Freddy asked. He had been quiet a lot lately, Cheyenne thought he's been stressed about the new songs they'd been rehearsing.
She gave a slight groan, "oh... It was Mr. Wilson, he wanted Jade to check to the generator before he left for the night."
Jade's eyes widened, "oh yeah! Sorry about that, Michael here was supposed to remind me before we left for our trip." He shot his brother a harsh glance.
Michael gave a sheepish grin, "hey, that's not my responsibility to keep up with your shit man."
Jade shook his head and began getting up, "come on Chey, I could use a hand."
Cheyenne nodded and got up from her chair.
"Make sure you keep your hands in check Jade, I don't need my best friend having a pat down if you know what I mean." Ann said jokingly, wiggling her eyebrows at the backs of the two.
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"No, the one with the yellow handle Chey."
Cheyenne looked into Jades tool bag, finally spotting the skinny flathead.
"Here," she said, passing the tool to him. He gave a grunt of thanks and began removing the screws. After four screws were gone, currently being held by Cheyenne, he took the panel off and looked at the small machine, "hmm... From the looks of it, you should have another week or two left on it."
Cheyenne nodded, "okay, so are you going to replace it?"
Jade scrunched his nose up while taking a screw from her, "no, it should be okay, and besides-"
He said reaching for another one. "-if you use the power the pizzeria provides before turning the generator on, you should be fine."
Cheyenne shrugged, "cool with me, I need a little excitement anyway."
Jade laughed, "what, are you getting bored around here Chey?"
Cheyenne shook her head, "no, but it would be nice to spice some things up."
Jade smiled and got up from the floor, he moved a little closer to Cheyenne, leaning up against her desk, "if you want to spice things up... Well, maybe... We can go see a movie sometime." He rubbed his neck nervously, "I know you love horror, so I was thinking we could go see Lights Out togethernext Saturday."
Cheyenne looked into his eyes. They showed no hint of humor as he looked at her. She felt uncomfortable in these situations. Boys... They never appealed to her when she was in high school, in fact there was one time when she was a freshman, it was the week enforce homecoming, their very first dance of the year when a young boy named Augustine came up to her table with a vase full of roses, and a poster that said: Flowers are the second most beautiful thing, can I go to homecoming with the first?
It was so embarrassing for her as the entire cafeteria clapped for her and him, and it was worse when she told him no. Some boys came up to the table and started saying, "come on, the guy at least deserves a hug!"
Cheyenne refused to touch anything, she gave the roses to an annoying girl her friend Deanna hung out with, and gave the poster to her other friend Josh. It was a bad day, everyone gave her hell because a car had hit the kid when he was younger.
Sure, Cheyenne felt bad for him, but she wasn't going to go to Homecoming with a guy she didn't like just because a car hit him.
Cheyenne had avoided guys and went to homecoming with Deanna and her homecoming date Dominik. Cheyenne looked at Jade now, he was handsome, she'd admit it now, but she wouldn't say it aloud. He was probably screwing with her.
Right?
"Please Chey? Just one date, I'll take you to dinner too if you want."
Cheyenne gave a sigh, "can I think about it? I've never really... Done something like this before and I'm not comfortable with the idea..."
Even though Jade didn't show it, he was probably hurt. He gave a wink, "I can lure you in, no hassle Chey."
The only thing that never seemed to be hurt was his cockiness, and boy did that need to go down.
Cheyenne was about to say something when Ann came bouncing in, "hey
Jade, your brothers ready to leave, everything good with the generator?"
He gave Ann a thumbs up, "yup, should be good for another two weeks."
He began walking out of Cheyenne's office, but before he left, he leaned into Cheyenne's ear, "think about it okay?" And walked off.
Ann looked at Cheyenne's pouting face, she was about to ask what he had said but decided against it, "hey Cheyenne, it's almost time for the shift, you ready?"
Cheyenne shook off Jades words, "yeah of course, let me get my stuff together and I'll be good to go for tonight."
Cheyenne groaned inside her head, she was going to be thinking nonstop about that boy now.
Damn him.
Hellllllloooo! Haha, it's been awhile since I've written this fanfic for a while, I kept getting messages about it a lot of people are still reading it! They keep PMing me saying, "please make a sequel!" But I didn't know what to make it of. So I and up with the idea when I was helping my dad put in a new car battery. He had said to me, "yeah, if the battery goes out on your mom when she's out on the highway, she's going to be screwed." And then it came to me. After thinking about it a little while longer, I finally decided ah what the hell, it could be fun. And here I am enjoying it
I want to say thank you to my best friend "Cheyenne James" she's one of the main reasons I'm even writing this story. I'll be updating again soon, so favorite, follow, and leave a comment about how I'm doing, it means a bunch to me! Thanks! ~Calamity Crisis ❤️❤️❤️