(AN: So they say the best way to concore your fears is to hit them straight on. I don't think that'll work so in stead I wrote a silly story about it to get my nerves off it.)

00 Dawn of the first day.

This was embarrassing.

"'Freddy Fazbear's pizza pallor…you have got to be kidding me!" snorted the Mohawk gladiator pink seahorse knight riding a giant ribbon fish.

Depth Dragoon, maverick hunter, was in desperate need of a job.

"I'm sorry sir," spoke the job clerk, "That is the only one available for your….position."

He had accidentally tried to destroy the S rank hunters, never mind that Redips his high commander at the time told him, noooo it was all him. He got reprogrammed and very much restricted for his mistake.

"But it's some weird kids place…"

"They need to be protected to!"

It was very basic security work; from 12 till 6 AM he was to sit in an office and just keep a look out.

"I'm a lightning shooting giant robot; why just a job that only needs eyes?" drooping in forlorn sadness.

She snorted, "To bad! Here you go!" she shoved the paper in his hands, "Now scram!"

The window door to the desk was slammed in his face.

The outer building was rather…old fashioned. Definitely 197X style. Probably only several grandfather clauses keeping its poor structure standing.

Pushing open the door he gently slid in, the door jingling from a bell, "Hello~? I'm here for the security job!"

A thin, brown haired woman bounced up to him, "Ah great! Drench Dragoon right?"

He shrugged, "Close enough."

"Yeah, yeah! Lemmy show you around!"

The girl, named Hummen, showed him the quaint little establishment; from the tiny supply closest, to the busy kitchen, the little halls littered with posters and to the "Peace day resistance!" the stage.

Upon the stage stood three figures; a bear, a…duck, and a bunny. Rigid with easily visible joints, fur looking a bit in need of a bath...

"Audio animatronics?" questioned Dragoon, "Man! That is some old tech!"

His enthusiasm, however, was thoroughly crushed by the smell, "E-gad! What in the sam hill is that?!"

Hummen snorted, "Oh your just over reacting cause of your huge snozzer!" gigging and jabbing him in the gut with her elbow.

Said snozzer was currently huffing the smell of a bag a Cheetos, "You humans and your adaptive noses…"

She just cackled like the imp she was and said, "Time to show you your station!"

At the far back of the establishment was a fairly small office; Dragoon managed to get in by curling up a fair bit.

Hummen saw this and laughed, "A perfect snug fit! So anyways," she handed him a tablet, "This is the camera system. You can tap between the rooms."

Doing so, he saw a dead camera, "What's up with the kitchen?"

"Broken; we'd love to repair it but well….you know."

"Know what?"

She looked aghast, "Duh! This place is going bankrupt! Too many issues over the years. No buyers so were cutting corners like a late Friday at a circle factory!"

"Oh."

"But don't worry! You just gotta keep an eye out from 12 to 6 am! Easy peezy! You will receave more instructions when your shift starts."

The chief poked his head out, "Hummen! Get this overgrown fish outta here! The kids I'll be coming soon!"

"You heard Mr. Cook! Get outta here!"

From there he was unceremoniously kicked out of the building till nightfall.

Sense he had nothing to do he went and messed around the 17th common room, making everyone mad till he left for his shift.

(AN: So this is my first story on there so I'm sorry if it turns into a big mess! R&R and all.)