The boiling clouds grumbled in the distance, complaining of the heavy weight they bore. The storm they were about to unleash would be massive, and the man knew he was headed for trouble far before the first flash of brilliance told of lightning. The rain pounded down, each drop a small stone, piercing cold and soaking him to the bone within seconds. The wind moaned and lamented, making it difficult to put one foot in front of the other. Any pretenses of making it to his work unscathed vanished right then. The night would be a difficult one.
The man could feel the rain dancing on his skin with a rather razor-like touch, the thundering sky grumbled with commotion of when the sky will illuminate again. Then came the lightning. It sliced through the shallow air with ease as if untouchable by the rest of the world, and taken in a still frame... and then it was gone. After that beautiful disaster he began to notice the piercing noise of the wind sweeping through his ears like white noise... encasing his body in what felt like a small space, and made him feel a wave of claustrophobia overtake him. Within an instant he could smell the disgusting dampness around him, the organic matter being ripped from the ground stank of fresh and dead greens, and the sidewalk smelled of wet tar. His grey uniform was drenched and stuck against his pale skin. His dark wet hair sent chills down his back, and water seeped through his shoes to his toes with each puddle he stepped in. He could feel the rain slipping down his face and the cold chill of the air on his cheeks, making the skin turn a rosy pink.
Another web of light spread across the sky as the young man approached the structure of a small tan colored building. Red neon lights bordered the roof and along the red and white striped canopy that hung over the tiny patio at the main entrance. Two brick pillars on both corners of the front of the building held the canopy up and above the canopy were two bent lamps that lit up the sign in the center of a cream painted plastered rectangular space. The sign showed the face of a brown bear in a black top hat smiling over the cursive red letters that read: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Est. 1983. There were windows on every wall on the structure. Four in total. And two windows on the two red doors at the main entrance. White florescent light spilled out through the glass from inside but from what the man could see, no one was inside.
The young man stopped in front of the twin doors and turned his attention to his belt for the ring of keys that were given to him during his interview the previous night. He detached the clip from his belt loop and fondled with the line of keys.
"Tiny silver key...that's what Mike said was the key for the doors." He muttered to himself. Finally he found the key he was looking for and put it in the keyhole, turning the key to the right. The satisfying sound of a click as the lock pulled back came to the young man's ears and he breathed a sigh of relief. He grasped the stainless steel handle of the door on the left and yanked it open, taking a moment to remove his keys before stepping inside the building.
The interior of the restaurant was welcoming. The black and white tiled floor was polished and the air smelled heavy with the scent of bleach. The white walls were lined with red bordered checkered patterns too. In fact it felt to the man like he just stepped onto a giant chess board and he was the lonely knight piece. What a silly thought it was. He slowly descended down the main hallway, taking the time to examine every bit of detail around him.
On his left was a small room with a red lined door way. But there was no door, and an old yellow mop bucket was against the corner closest to the doorway with the mop and bleach water still in it. Apparently the janitor was in a hurry to leave. Up ahead was another hallway to his right. It looked to be the party room. The floor here was checkered red and white. Long wooden tabled were lined parallel to each other and draped neatly with black and white poka-dotted table cloths. The chairs were tall and also wooden and eight of them stood on both sides of each table. To the far left corner near the entrance was a small round stage with a scarlet curtain draped around it from a curved metal rod. A paper sign was taped to the crimson fabric that read: Out of Order. In the center of the room was a wooden stage painted black and on the stage standing in the light of the party lamps up above were three animatronic animals. The one on the left was a purple bunny in a red bow tie. He appeared to be the guitarist in the robotic band as he was holding a red and white painted Flying V guitar crafted just for him. On the far right was a chubby yellow bird thing. The man could only assume it was a chicken. The bird wore a white bib with pink letters on it that said Let's Eat around its neck and carried a silver tray in it's right hand with an adorable pink robot cupcake on it. And at the center of the stage was the leader. The face of the company. Freddy Fazbear. The muddy brown bear had a microphone in his right hand and stared at the man from across the room with his painted blue eyes. All of the animatronic were still. Lifeless. Not a single movement at all.
"Geez. It sure gets creepy in here at night." Came the feeble cry of the man as he turned his attention to the clock on the left wall above the exit. 11:30 pm. Thirty minutes until the start of his shift. The man left the party room and decided to continue with his exploration of the pizzeria.
"Now Mike said the office was at the back of the store...that's where I need to be." So he went further down the hall. His black dress shoes clicked against the tile and glistened in the artificial light. Alas he reached the office. That is. If it could be called that. The doors were open so the interior of the room was visible. There wasn't much to see.
A short grey desk was at the far left of the room beneath a poster of the characters that were on the stage with the word Celebrate on the top in white letters. On the desk was a microwave, a fan, a coffee cup someone left behind from their shift, a ballpoint pen, some sort of handheld device, and an office phone. For some reason the office chair that went with the desk was pushed clear back to the far right of the room. The man went to grab it and pulled it up to the desk, taking a seat on it. The black cushion gave way to the shape and weight of his butt as he sat down on it and began to rock from side to side. He noticed out of the corner of his eye but the doorway that there was a small panel with two buttons. One was red and by it was labeled: door. The one below was a clear button labeled: lights. How curious. But he supposed they would come in handy at some point.
A sudden shrill scream of rings cut the silence and the man jumped in a startled way, peering at the phone. He reached for it and picked it up, holding the phone to his ear.
"H-Hello?"
"Hello hello." Came the modulated male voice from the other end of the line. The voice was rather pleasant and gave the young man a sense of comfort. "Uh, I wanted to call to congratulate you and to help you get settled in on first night on the job as a security guard. Um...I used to work in that office you are in now. I am actually finishing up my first week on the day shift. Anyways. Are you feeling confident? By the way. My name is Scott."
"J-Jeremy." Replied the soft spoken young guard. "Jeremy Fitzgerald."
"Well, Jeremy I will be leaving messages on the phone to give you some tips on your job and what to expect. Your first night should be a breeze as tomorrow we are getting a new animatronic suit. So just relax and I will call you tomorrow night."
"Sounds great, Scott. Thank you."
There was a click on the line. Then silence. The brunette put the phone back on the receiver and leaned back in his chair.
"Good thing I only work 6 hours a night. But looks like tonight will be a very long night." He said with a grumble and picked up the hand held device. He examined the screen. The dim lit screen showed every security camera in every hall and room. Everything looked clear. He lowered the device and froze. In the corner of the dark hallway appeared to be some sort of tall figure. Jeremy's breathing grew heavy, though it did not compare to the storm outside. His heart pounded in his chest and his face grew pale. He stared wide eyed at the black shadow as the figure shifted. It was coming inside the room! Jeremy opened his mouth and let out a bloodcurdling scream!
"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
"Hey hey! Its alright!" Shouted the voice from the figure in the doorway.
Jeremy shook from fright and watched with wide eyes as the dark shape stepped into the light of the office. There in the fluorescent light of the hanging ceiling lamp was a man. But something about this man struck as peculiar to Jeremy. He was tall and good looking. He wore a pinup purple hat over his straight violet hair, which fell below his ears with the back pulled into a ponytail. His purple uniform shirt was made of fine linen which appeared to be very soft. The cuffs at the end of his sleeves were rolled up to his wrists.
His black breeches were tucked into his black leather boots. This man seemed to take his clothing very seriously from the looks of it. However, the other male's eyes were not of a normal human's. They were eggshell white. Glowing white. With slit pupils like those of a cat or snake. And oddly enough too was that like the rest of him, this man's skin tone was as purple as the clothing he wore.
The man smiled warmly at the frightened brown haired boy in the desk chair. "I mean you no harm, lad." He said. His voice was very baritone and seemed to have a slight accent to it. "My name is Vincent. I am also a night guard in this place. I see you are new. Well. The fact you are here means that you have made a very poor career choice."
"W-what do you mean?" Stammered Jeremy. His green eyes were focused hard on the ivory eyes of the purple man before him. Vincent seemed friendly enough but those eyes...that smile...something about the man in purple gave the young guard the creeps.
"You will find out soon enough." came the response from Vincent. "I wouldn't want to ruin your job or even Scott's by telling you all that I know about this place. Anyways. Welcome to the show~"
