The First Morning
11 am
"I don't care how much they're paying for storage, those things reek!"
I could only nod in agreement with my coworker. The stench was so bad that I didn't want to risk opening my mouth to taste. Whatever had those animatronics smelling so bad, I didn't want to know.
We walked a safe distance from the smelly storage container before continuing our conversation.
"I mean really Rossie, don't we have a policy against that sort of thing?" He asked while checking over the storage specs on his clipboard.
"Maybe," I said with a shrug, "But I really don't think it matters at this point, they're already here and payed for."
He only frowned and shook his head as he looked from the clipboard to the storage container.
"I don't see what the problem is anyway," I continued, "We could just walk past this aisle when we patrol tonight."
His head then snapped up to look at me, "Kid, are you mental?"
"What?"
"Are you mental?" He repeated.
"No. John, why-"
He placed his hands on my shoulders, with the clipboard awkwardly threatening to poke my face as he stared into my eyes. His gaze was almost fearful.
"Rossie, those things killed a man."
We were quiet for a long time, and I wasn't sure if John was being serious or not. He always had a knack for telling tall tales, and playing jokes on people. For my own sanity and to break the silence, I gave a soft laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous! I'm sure it's just some rumor." I replied.
By this time I released myself of the clumsy grasp he had on me.
"Just some rumor, hah! I heard the shipping guys talking about it earlier today while they were loading those things in. They said he was the night watch guy that worked at the pizza place those things came from. Said they found pieces of him around the place but no actual him, y'know?"
I did know, and I surely wished I un-knew it.
"Well," he continued, "Turns out those things get pretty antsy at night, and so they go around killing people. Stuffing what's left of them into the bear one or whatever. What I'm trying to say, kid, is that if they've already killed a guy who's to say they won't kill us when we get on the clock tonight?"
"If they're going to kill us, why didn't they kill the shipping guys? Or even us now, for that matter?"
"Don't be stupid! All the bad stuff happens at night. Didn't your parents ever tell you that when you were a sprout?"
"Not really, no." I said with a frown, "They just flicked on the nightlight."
"Hmph! There won't be any nightlights tonight, kiddo. Now come on, I think we deserve an early lunch."
With that said, we left J&J Storage to go get lunch.
I can already tell you that we didn't get pizza.
A/N: This prologue is deprived of any action, I know, but the next part will be the "first night" in this particular setting. I thought it would be interesting to set two characters in this as opposed to one, and to set it in an environment which requires our protagonists to essentially walk amongst the animatronics. There will be no stationary characters waiting for them to pass on by, but rather active characters constantly trying to avoid death while navigating the aisles of the indoor storage facility.
Expect much more of this, and please review.