Help Me
Part One
It was 1987 when all of this started. I was going to work in my grey Nightguard uniform. It was closed for the day. When I walked in, everyone was cleaning everything up. I helped clean up the mess that all of the kids had left. By the time most of the employees had left, me and Vincent were the only ones there. We both had the nightshift. We were sitting in the office when something came over both of us. It felt strange… like we were being controlled.
"Hey," He said," You noticed those little jerks that've been tearing up Foxy?"
"Yeah," I responded," I wish their parents would control them."
"I don't think we'll be able to afford to keep fixing Foxy, we gotta get rid of those four jerks."
"What? Kick them out of the restaurant."
"Their parents are those rich snobs who live downtown. They'd probably sue us for no reason or something."
"We can't just let them keep coming in and tearing Foxy to shreds."
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked.
"Does it involve a knife?"
"Yep."
"We're thinking the same thing. If we're gonna do it, than we're gonna do it right. Meet me in the safe room that has the parts and stuff in it on Wednesday," I said as the bell rang for six o'clock.
Anyway, there's much more story to this, but I'll end it here. I didn't introduce myself, did I? My name is John Wolf, and you'll probably end up calling me Grey Guy by the end of this story.