Okay, so this is my first story… it's not going to be perfect but I hope you all enjoy! Here we go!
"Great… another interruption… why can't I just be left alone?" Dave thought as he ignored the doorbell. He didn't need another person taking him away from one of his only days off. Drake had left on a three day trip to Las Vegas, and so Dave had the place to himself. He enjoyed every second of it. Basically just hanging around relaxing… he didn't get to do that much. Most of the time he was rushing around trying to make it to places on time. But since Drake left… well let's just say the pizzeria couldn't function without him.
"Ding-dong!" the doorbell rang again interrupting Dave's thoughts. He ignored it again. He wasn't going to answer it… no way. They'd eventually go away, right? "Ding-dong!" the doorbell seemed to be angry… funny. Things like that couldn't be angry. Could they? Dave sat down on the couch to ponder this. He was tired of hearing the same sound every 10 seconds. Every 3 seconds now. He may have to force Drake to change the doorbell sound to something that won't permanently haunt his free time. Like a beautiful butterfly flying through wind chimes or something. That sounds like an awesome doorbell. Perfect for something like this. It could help him fall asleep.
"Dave, your phone is ringing, stupid Dave, your phone is ringing. DAV-"Crap! His phone was ringing! He jumped off the couch and ran into the kitchen. Quickly he picked up his phone. "Hello? This is Dave."
"Answer the freaking door, Dave…" Drake snapped from the other side of the phone. Dave rolled his eyes. Great. Probably a package for the big dude himself. "What is it? Your royal shampooer? Or is it Sephora dropping off your order of 100 pounds of red lipstick?"
"Funny… why don't I just come back now and open the door myself?"
"Uhhh… no thanks- I got it…" Dave spatted quickly as he hung up. Before he did he swore he could hear a low chuckle on the other end.
He walked to the door all slumped over and disappointed in himself. He couldn't dis a puppy if he wanted to. He reached the door and looked out the window-it might be a robber… but it was just a dude with a clipboard and a huge box at his feet. If a mailman could look pissed, this was definitely one of those times. He opened the door sluggishly not wanting to sign anything. But, of course, he had to.
"Package for… Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?" the mailman said monotonously. Dave raised an eyebrow. He didn't remember anything being ordered for the restaurant. He only assumed it was for Drake. Drake orders a lot of stuff for himself. Maybe because he has all that money.
"Sir?" the mailman said as he too raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Oh! Right. Let me sign that for you…" Dave escaped his thoughts to sign the document held out to him. His handwriting wasn't the best, but he really never had the time to learn how to sign documents properly… he was only in school until the age of 7.
"There you go!" Dave said as he finished off his last name in the way a second grader would put his name on a test.
"Okay… here is the package. It contains fragile components… want me to help you pull it inside?" the mailman said eyeing the signature suspiciously.
"He's questioning my ability to be responsible! How mean of him… I can totally carry this thing myself!" Dave thought angrily as he took hold of one side of the box. It was pretty big…
"Okay, sir. I'll be on my way then…" the mailman turned with a sigh towards his truck.
Dave watched him go from his peripheral vision. The box wasn't budging at all. Maybe he did need the dude's help… no. He could do this himself. He didn't need any help from anyone.
The mailman hopped in his truck just as Dave started running after him. "Wait…" Dave gasped for air. He didn't appreciate having to run on his time off. "Uhhh- maybe I do need a little help…"
"Hmm." the mailman grunted as he jumped out of his small truck. He then walked over to the back of it and pulled out a dolly to carry the box with.
"That probably would've been smarter..." Dave thought.
He followed the mailman inside and told him to leave it in the living room.
"Okay." the mailman responded with a grunt and set the dolly by the living room door frame. "Is that all?" the mailman asked, clearly tired from pushing the dolly around.
"Oh. here's a tip- thanks..." Dave said, sheepishly holding out 3 dollars. The mailman was obviously pleased with this as he took the 3 dollars happily and skipped outside the door.
"He sure seems happy..." Dave thought. He stalked over to the big box curiously. It could be a surprise for the children... or new party supplies. Whatever it was, Dave wanted to know right then and right there. He walked into the kitchen to look for a box cutter to open the box with. Then he ran back to the living room and stalked towards the box.
He slowly slid the knife along the edges of the box. When he finally opened it he was so excited to see what was inside, but before he could see for himself, the box jumped. Dave jumped back startled by the sudden movement.
"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!" the new animatronic kangaroo exclaimed happily.
