"Oh shit,"
"Guys look! Look, Freddy's is looking for a new night guard!"
The group of five boys – men, actually – stopped at the pizza store, all peering inside. Normally, this would cause for some alarm, but everyone who passed the place stopped to look in. You didn't just walk past Freddy's without looking at the animatronics playing on stage.
At this point, the men were all reading the large printed sign titled 'Dependable Night Guard Wanted!'
"Hey, Ave, you should apply!"
"Yeah mate, we all know how much a fur-fuck you are!"
"Shut the hell up, ass." Avery grumbled sullenly. Standing at 5'5", he was the shortest of the group, already slim from a high school eating disorder, with brown hair slicked back. It also didn't help that his friends knew about the 'fur-fuck' kink he had; a long night of drinking Avery and friends had decided on a truth or dare game and while Avery wasn't one to ever lie, he was fearless when drunk. Too bad his friends had great memories, even when intoxicated.
His friend who had pointed the sign out to him chuckled and nudged him to get going, but the idea was very much stuck now in Avery's head. He could only imagine the kind of fun he could get into watching the sleeping animatronics, have a semi-safe place to watch and read his favorite furry erotica-
"Avery!"
The brunette jerked his head up, and blushed when he realized that all of his friends had already moved on, walking further up the sidewalk on their merry happy way. Great, thought Avery with a sigh. They weren't going to let him live that one down, either. "Hold on guys, I'm coming!" Drawing his phone out of his pocket, Avery snapped a picture of the job ad, and ran after his friends.
A couple of hours later, Avery paced his small apartment, phone in hand as he had punched the phone number in. Should he call? Should he wait? Would he get the job? He flopped heavily onto the couch and rubbed his temple, before hitting the 'call' button. Pressing the phone to his ear he held his breath and waited. Waited some more. A couple of rings into it, Avery threatened to hang up, before the tell-tale click of someone answering the phone made him freeze.
"Hello, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Colette speaking." Spoke a woman, who snapped her gum at the end of her answer.
Avery cleared his throat. "Hello. Uh, my name is Avery, I'm looking at filling the night guard position?"
Colette – the woman who answered the phone – snapped her gum again and sighed. "One second please, you're lucky the manager is actually in right now." There was obvious sarcasm in her voice and Avery winced at the thought of having to work with her. He waited as she got the manager, hearing the muffled sounds of the woman speaking – 'night guard duty', 'first one to apply all day', 'we don't have time to wait' – before an elderly man cleared his throat and answered.
"Hello, this is Fred Burr, manager at Freddy's. I heard you're interested at the night guard position?"
"Yes, I am." Avery said, but was cut off nearly immediately.
"Perfect! If you can, you can come down and fill in some paper work and you can start tomorrow night. Colette will be holding the place down tonight." Mr Burr replied with a very cheery tone. Avery blinked.
That was ... almost too suspiciously quick.
"Thank you, Mr Burr, I can-"
"Please, son, call me Fred." With that, the manager passed the phone back to Colette, who made her annoying gum-popping sound as she took the phone from the manager.
"I'm here all night but we close to the public at eight pm. Please be here before then." Before Avery had a chance to confirm he had been hung up on. Clicking off, Avery leaned back against his couch and sighed, looking over his shoulder at the clock with a squint. It was five thirty six. Enough time to shower and look semi-decent for his interview.
At least he assumed as much.
Avery got out of the taxi cab an hour or so later, paid, and headed up to the pizzeria. He fixed the dark navy button up, and dusted his only pair of 'decent work pants' off. He had roughly an hour to impress the manager. He tucked his phone into his pocket once it was set to silent, and headed inside. Avery failed to notice the sign looking for a night guard had been removed.
"Hello?" Avery called once he walked in, looking around. The place already looked closed down- the pizzeria had gone through some renovations since the bite of '87, and the fire of '06. Since then it's been in the ownership of not one but three 'big' companies. But as of last year, the grandson of the original owner stepped up and was able to buy the supposedly sinking ship off their hands.
A sharp snap of bubblegum made Avery jump. Colette stood a few feet from him, hands on her hips, looking like someone had told her the constant snap of bubble gum was annoying. "Mr Burr is waiting for you in his office. Follow me." With that, she turned and walked away, Avery nearly tripping over himself to keep up. Colette motioned to the office door that was ajar, and then went into the office adjacent, closing the door with a near identical snap.
"Mr. Burr?" Avery asked a few seconds after Colette closed her door.
Mr. Burr sat at his desk, hunched over a stack of papers that looked very hard to look at, as the man had a pained look in his eyes. Avery cleared his throat again, and the manager turned with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Avery! Hello, it's great to meet you." Fred said, reaching his hand out.
"It's great to meet you, too." Avery agreed, taking Fred's hand firmly. He winced; something pinched his skin. Letting his hand go, Fred returned to sit at his desk, and Avery looked at his palm. A tiny pinprick of blood welled in the center of his palm. Rubbing it off on his pants, Avery moved to stand in front of the desk.
"So what interests you in becoming a guard here?" Fred asked casually, frowning at the papers he had as he rummaged through the top drawer.
Avery thought for a moment, immediately shutting the 'I want to watch your animatronics sleep' comment down. "I was recently laid off from my previous job, and I wouldn't mind working the night shifts as thats what I'm used to." Avery wasn't technically lying- he had been fired from his previous job for falling asleep on duty. But he wasn't going to let his new boss know that.
Fred nodded, picking up a small bundle of papers from the drawer and handing them over to Avery. "Well, I have some paperwork you can fill in and bring in tomorrow an hour before you shift."
"I ... got the job?"
"Yep. You need to be here at eleven pm tomorrow night, so I want those papers by ten. If you can fill it in and drop them in before that, that would be preferred." Fred grinned as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the drawer and pulled one out, not looking at Avery. "You'll work midnight til 6am. You'll come in after the night cleaners, and leave before the morning shift gets in."
Six hours alone with the animatronics. Avery felt his dick twitch at the thought, and he immediately turned to the door. "Okay, thank you Mr. Burr!-"
"What have I said about calling me Fred, Avery?"
"Yeah, sorry. Thanks, Fred. I'll fill this out and bring it up as soon as I can."
"Awesome. See ya tomorrow, kid." Fred snatched a lighter off of the desk and lit up, leaning back in his chair before lifting his gaze to Avery. "Well? Get! I said I'll see ya tomorrow." He grinned around the cigarette, and Avery smirked, nodding and walking out of the office, past Colette who was flicking through screens at a comfortable pace.