"You sure you'll be okay sweetie?" A beautiful young lady lady with thick silky hair and stunning blue eyes asked. She was talking to a boy who looked somewhat like her, but not quite.

"I'm sure I'll be fine mom...really I'll be fine." Her son had the same thick hair but his was a fluffy mess instead of straight. But he had strange eyes; dark blue so deep they were almost navy, but with a purple tint to them. It was natural too which made it stranger. "Genetics" he had always been told, but he doubted genetics made your eyes change color to the lighting. The darker it was the more obvious the purple tint was. It just wasn't normal.

His mother sighed in defeat. "Why this job though? I mean there are a bunch of other things you could have signed up for, and you would have gotten a lot more pay. I mean 120 dollars a week, this is the 21st century. That's below minimum wage. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with it? We can just go home now." She was practically begging for her son to stay home all summer long. That's usually the opposite of what parents do. But who in their right mind would want their son working at a shady pizzeria with a bad history?

"I'm sure." He was strangely calm about it, like he didn't know the rumors. Because he didn't. You'd think kids his age would be drooling over rumors like these. He wasn't deterred by his mother's helpless look, or her pleading. he wanted to do something and this seemed like a good choice. He spun on his heels and headed inside the place, he dismissed his mother's yelling, he needed to get this job. Okay so not needed but wanted.

He was shocked when he entered the pizzeria, to say the place was cheerful was an understatement. it was practically farting rainbows and sparkles. The kid's were screaming at the top of their lungs and running around like monkeys. Parents just sat back or were dragged around by their kids. It was chaos and he hated it. Thank the fine lord he was taking the nightshift. At the front desk was a guy with a curly mane of red hair, huge glasses and forest green eyes. The epitome of nerd, or at least in his opinion. But hey, the front desk was a front desk. The only thing he had to was walk over to it.

"Hello sir-"

"Oh hey kid, you lost or something?" The guy's overly cheerful voice was grating on his nerves but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had been called kid, a goddamn kid. He was sixteen for pete's sake. He completely denied being short he was just physically challenged. And puberty hadn't hit yet, so there was no need to comment on his baby fat. Do you realize how many times he's been mistaken for a twelve year old!? "Do you need me to call your parents?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Also sir I'm sixteen not a freakin' kid, also where is the manager of this place. I'd like to meet him, I'm here for a job." Mike wasn't the most espressful person, so it's kind of deterrent to see a twelve year old who isn't actually twelve wit such a lifeless face and an even more lifeless voice.

Fritz was a tad surprised but for some reason not scared by this, and he was considered the wimpiest person on the staff. He just tilted his head back slightly and stored the info at the back of his mind. "Oh sure, down that hall," he pointed the the center hall. "then the second door on your left. Hope you make the job."

The other didn't wait a second before leaving. His steps were quick but yet looked so slow when you watched him. He didn't seem to be in any rush. His steps had no real purpose, the only purpose was to walk. He had this strange atmosphere that makes you feel like he's not even alive. His was barely skin and bones. His skin was a sickly pale color, dark bags under his eyes. But his eyes were so lifeless and dull. Like he was dead inside. The front desk guy didn't know if it was just him but the boy's eyes seemed purple.

He finally arrived to the right door and knocked, entering immediately as he heard a 'come in'. "Are you the manager?"

The manager was not as he expected. "Yep that's me!" His short hair was spiked up in a punk-ish hairdo, and the tips were dyed beach blonde. Three studded earring on his left ear, a metal cross necklace, and a dog tag, don't forget the many rings on his finger. Under the table mike could see rivet boots and jeans that had so many rips in the the man might as well be a stripper. Not to mention the black shirt that said the words "FUCK YOU" in big bold letters. Not exactly kid friendly, but hey. This was the 21st century, the kids aren't exactly friendly. "What brings you by."

Mike pulled out a pile of signed papers and set it on the desk without a word. He prefered to not use words, they were a waste of energy. Besides it's not like he had much to say. Never did for a couple years now.

The man looked over the paper. "Ah, I see the nightshift. But to be honest you look like a middle schooler. Anyways, uh, why exactly do you want this job?" There was something hidden in that question. It didn't sound good in the least.

"Seemed better than the other choices," he said with a shrug. To be honest he didn't read the other choices. He just had this strange motivation to do something and picked the first job that caught his eye. Also it didn't seem too require much effort. I mean watching robots for six hours...not much.

The manager just laughed. "If you say so. Anywho let's get you a uniform, which is actually just a shirt. Then I'll show you where you're office is. The job will be real simple. By the way the name's James Faz, but call me James, seeing as we're only six years apart. Welcome to the gang Mike Schmidt!"

Mike followed James around taking the quick tour. Then they swooped by the room filled with uniforms. Seeing as Mike was so damn skinny and he was small they didn't have his size. So he settled for wearing the smallest size they had, which was basically a dress for him. Not that he minded. The tour finally ended at the front desk.

"Fritz, dude, meet our new night guard Mike! Mike meet Fritz Smith, our new front desk dude! He's actually been part of the gang for a while but he used to work in the kitchen. He's temporary, till we get a new guy!"

After brief introduction Mike headed out into the lot where his mom was waiting for him.

She practically pounced on him once he entered the car. "So?"

"I got the job," he simply stated. She motioned him to continue, but he didn't. He got the job, what else was there to say. She pouted.

"My wittle zombie is being so anti-social again. Come on did you meet anybody cute~?" She gave him a mischievous wink. He turned away to look out the window, he didn't need this.

"My shift starts at twelve midnight, it'll end at six. I'll walk home." At that moment his mom started ranting about how walking home at that time was dangerous but he didn't give two shits and zoned out.

Mike was getting dressed for work now. His oversized shirt buttoned up, collar tucked. His skinny jeans rolled up at the ends, and his plain black converse with dirty laces. Nobody ever said to dress fancy, just wear the uniform. As he emerged from his room he ran into his father, who was also heading out to work.

"Found out you had a job. Good luck."

That is what Mike loved about his dad. The man didn't waste time with extra words, knew when to stop and step back before it was too late. "Thanks."

So here he was in front of the pizzeria once again. This time in the dead of the night. As he entered he noticed the place was… different. That and it was completely deserted. "Oh lookie children entertainment hot spot by day and creepy abandoned asylum by night. Just what I need," he said in sarcasm. Oh look he spoke more than ten words at a time! Mike had always felt more free when alone or with others he really trust. In that case he was a sarcastic smartass.

He went to check out the animatronics before his shift. A creepy bunny, a duck with teeth, and an oversized teddy bear. "Okay playboy, duck-tooth, and winnie the pooh, Ima be watching you're for six hours so be good!" WIth that he headed straight for his office.

When the clock struck twelve the power went out. "Mother ducker…"

A certain chicken suddenly jolted to life. "Can you believe him, he called me a duck! I'm a chicken. Why can't anybody see that?" SHe looked at her bunny and bear companion. Bonnie looked about ready to cry.

"He called me a playboy, I'm not a prostitute. Freddy I don't like the new night guard," the bunny wined childishly at the bear.

Freddy sighed. "Don't worry, just do what we always do."

"Yes boss!" the two yelled and got back into position.

The light flickered back on but it was much dimmer this time. "Wonder what that was all about."

"If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?"

― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

And this is what I've got for the first chapter. Follow, review, and fave. Thanks for reading!