Angela smirked as she pulled her Hayabusa motorcycle to a stop in front of the place of her new job. She was supposed to be the new night guard to make sure no idiot decided to try and break in. The main reason she chose to work here is because she had some secrets she had to keep but would help her with the job that consisted of supposedly haunted animatronics.
Sighing, she removed her helmet and grabbed her bag from its spot on the side of the motorcycle and went inside. She quickly changed into her night guard uniform and headed into the office. The clock chimed twelve and the phone started ringing. She put it on speaker and listened to whoever was on the other side of the line.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."
Angela chuckled as he said that last part even though the greeting was kind of disconcerting.
"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll m-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
She growled as she thought over what the previous security guard said. The main reason she had gotten this job instead of staying home in comfort or moving up with her mother was because she wanted to act like a normal teenager. "Why did I have to get a night job?" she questioned sarcastically as she started to flip through the cameras, not that she needed to. The clock read one AM and she shrugged before tossing the pad onto the desk and pulling out her phone to play a few rounds of and listen to Black Veil Brides.
She groaned as she heard the stupid animatronics starting to move around outside. She returned her phone to her pocket and picked the tablet back up. The bunny was in the supply closet, the bear was still on stage, the curtain in Pirate Cove was slightly opened but the animatronic was still in there and the chicken was in the right hallway. Angela shut the door on that side and checked the time: four AM with twenty percent power left.
Shrugging Angela turned her attention to the left side and heard faint breathing coming from the door. She flipped on the light and was shocked by what she saw. Instead of an animatronic, it was a man with mahogany colored hair, a black eye patch covering his right eye, a hook on his right hand and was dressed in something a pirate would wear. He let out a sinister chuckle as he took a step into the room and without using her powers Angela knew that this was the fox pirate from Pirate's Cove. (I don't talk pirate so don't hate) "It seems ye've found ye'self in a bit o' trouble 'lass," he said as he took another step towards her.
She steeled herself to look just as intimidating as her mother and glowed, her violet eyes flashing in the dim light. "Who do you think you're talking to fox," she said with a disgusted curl of her lip. At that the fox started laughing.
"Thy name be Foxy 'lass," he said as he approached her. "For a landlubber ye ain't so bad."
She scoffed and pushed him back, not at all scared of him now. "Then leave me alone so that I can continue my job in peace."
Foxy laughed as the girl returned to her seat in the chair. There was something about her that was different from the other people who had held this job before her that compelled him to get to know her rather than stuff her into a suit. As soon as he saw Chica sticking her head into the door on the right side of the office he shook his head slightly and she backed off, knowing from the last time not to mess with anything he has claimed. "So lass," he said and waited for her to look up from the security cameras. "Why ye got this job?"
She scoffed and looked back down at the tablet. "Don't you have anything better to do than bugging me?" she asked before relaxing back into the chair.
Foxy chuckled and knocked the tablet from her hand right as the power went out. "I could always stuff ye into a suit," he said as he slammed his hook into the back of the chair right next to her head. She gave him a smirk that startled him even though he didn't show any physically signs of it affecting him.
"And I could always incapacitate you and tie you up with duck tape," she countered with a laugh before kicking him were it counts.
Foxy let out a screech and was about to retaliate when the clock struck six. She laughed and picked up her bag before heading to the bathroom. When she came out she was wearing black leather pants that hung low on her waist, an ebony black corset top that had the rib-cage and spin painted on it, black knee-high boots that had silver buckles on the side and a leather biker jacket that was left open. "What's ye name lass?" Foxy asked before he could stop himself.
She smiled and turned around as she reached the door. "Angela, but my friends call me Angel or Ang," she said in a sweet tone. He smiled as she turned around and left. There was something different about her that drew him in even though he knew he shouldn't.
"One way o' 'nother lass, I'll uncover ye secret," he said as he changed back into his animatronic form and returned to Pirates cove.
