I looked up at the sign of the pizzeria, then to the Help Wanted sign in the window.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria looking for a security guard to come in from twelve to six am. For more information, inquire inside or look in the daily newspaper.
That is what I had just done. The job said if interested, to contact the pizzeria on the phone or to come in, and that was what I was doing.
As I walked inside, I could hear the band playing the "Bonnie's Birthday Bash" song and I could see kids dancing in front of the stage and laughing.
One of the employees came over and I told him that I was here for the night guard job. He looked me over quickly before saying that he would go get the owner, and headed off.
I looked around the pizzeria. It had been such a long time since I had come here as a kid. Sadly, the place looked more run down than it had before…the incident happened. I ventured over to Pirate's Cove.
A sign in front of the closed curtain said Sorry! Out of Order. I slightly drew back the curtain so that I could see inside.
Foxy was in the top left hand corner sitting down, looking rusty, broken and covered in dust. He had part of him torn off and his jaw was hinged.
The small pirate ship inside was covered in dust as well as the treasure chest.
It was a shame because Foxy was, and still is, my favorite. While most of the other kids preferred the main three, I preferred the crimson furred pirate because I felt bad for him. He didn't get to sing any songs with the others. He may have his own stage, but there's not another animatronic to keep him company.
I heard someone clear their throat behind me, and I saw . He was a sort of pudgy man. He was wearing a black suit and had on a top hat with a red silk ribbon like Freddy.
"Sorry, I was just…looking around. Childhood memories…"
"Yes, that is alright. I assumed that you had been here as a child, you look to be in your twenties, am I correct?"
"Yes, I'm twenty-six. My mom used to work here as a…waiter I guess. Her name's Anza. I'm here for the night guard job."
"Ah! So I heard! You must be Emmie, and if you're the daughter of Anza, then you instantly qualify for the job," he said, and he gave a light chuckle. "Come come, I will show you The Office." He walked down a hallway and I followed him.
We walked into The Office. showed me how to control the monitor screen and told me that during the night, animatronics were set to "free roam mode". If they got too close to The Office for my comfort, I could close the security doors on either side and if I needed to check the hallways, I could use the lights. He also told me that at twelve the power would turn off and that the power for the monitor, the doors, and the lights were from a generator.
"Uh, what happened to Foxy?" I asked him.
"Oh, him? He's just worn out and since we're gonna be shut down," he sighed at this, "I've never got to getting someone to fix him."
"I could fix him up. I'm quite handy with tools!"
"Er, I don't know. Why repair him if this place is just gonna get shut down?"
"I bet if he got fixed, then more people would come," I noted to him. Finally he sighed and nodded his head.
"Alright, as long as fixing him doesn't get in the way of you working though!"
I nodded.
It was about closing time, so I stayed. I wanted to fix up Foxy a bit anyways. I noticed that most parents glanced at Pirate's Cove, as if there was a monster concealed inside. I ignored it. How could Foxy be a monster?
I went into the Supply Closet and found some tools, oil, and some spare parts and cloth, then went back out to Pirate's Cove. I brought back the curtain, ignoring the parent's stares, and got up onto the stage. I set the tools, oil, cloth, and the spare parts in the middle of the Pirate's Cove and went back to where Foxy was sitting. I dragged/carried Foxy out, making him stand so I could work on him.
How could people be afraid of this furry pirate?
I began making repairs on him, beginning with the broken lower jaw. When finished with that, I moved to the ripped pieces of fabric in the chest. Then his arms, hands, legs, and feet. I put oil on the creaky parts of him, with lots of it on the jaw.
As I was making repairs on him, it felt like he was watching me. I slightly glanced up at him, and saw his eyes staring at me. Part of me was unsettled, but part of me didn't really care, which startled me even more.
Even by midnight, he wasn't finished being repaired. I had fixed his creaky legs and jaw and covered his exposed arm with suit. I went to The Office.
When I got in there and settled, the phone rang which scared me out of my skin for some reason. I looked at the machine, but for some reason I couldn't pick up the phone.
"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," said a manly voice from the phone. It looked like the previous night guard had left me recorded messages. He told me the little introductory greeting, and skipped most of it. I really didn't want to listen to that little spiel anyway.
He also told me something about "The Bite of '87", where a child was bit, removing the frontal lobe of the brain. That was unsettling. He also told me how if the animatronic characters saw me after hours, they wouldn't recognize me as a person and instead as a metal endoskeleton and since that's against the rules, they would forcefully stuff me into a suit which is full of crossbeams, wires and such.
I shivered. I certainly didn't want that to happen. And did know about this?! I turned on the hall lights and they flickered and turned back off within a matter of seconds.
He talked a bit more, then told me goodnight and the recorded message ended.
I checked the Show Stage, all three animatronics were on stage and staring straight at me. I checked Pirate's Cove and Foxy was peering out.
Nothing else happened that night.