Name: How Hard Can it Be?
Rating: T
Summary: Emma and Mike end up working at Freddy's together for the night shift. How hard can this job be?
Warnings: OCs, out of characters from time to time and some language
Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters.
Emma Davis stepped into the local cafe for lunch. The September rains were chilly, and she clutched her coat tightly to her body. She was waved at from across the cafe from her best friend, Mabel Falls. Emma smiled gently and ran to the table, and the two women embraced each other.
"Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in so long!"
"Mabel, it's only been two weeks."
"Two weeks is too long, Emmie."
Mabel stated, and Emma's face fell at the nick name. Mabel handed her a cup, it was her favorite: black tea with milk and five sugars. Emma gratefully accepted the cup and began drinking it. Mabel started rambling on about her personal life, and Emma patiently waited for her to finish.
"So, enough about me, let's talk about you! How have you been? Have any big news?"
Mabel asked, nudging her. Mary had set Emma up on a blind date with a friend of hers, named Aaron. Aaron was a really sweet guy, but he just wasn't her type. She did have big news, though, and that's all that really mattered at the moment.
"I got a job."
"Oh my gosh?! Really?! That's awesome! Where are you working? Lemme guess, you're working at Jake's Record Shop...No?"
"No, not as cool as Jake's Record Shop...but it pays..."
"What is it, then, you goof?"
"Freddy Fazbear's. I'm the security guard."
For a very small moment in her life, Mabel Ruth Falls was speechless. Emma hadn't expected this reaction before.
"You're working there?!"
Mabel burst out, causing everyone in the restaurant to turn and look.
"Is there something I should know?"
Emma asked, and Mabel said in a hushed tone.
"I realize it may seem like an innocent job to you, but it's not...it's not your regular pizzeria...something's just not right about it...ever since the Bite..."
Mabel physically shivered, and Emma was concerned. It sounded like the place had more than just a bad reputation, but Emma had no other options.
"Look, it's just sitting in a room for six hours watching the cameras for vandals...how hard can it be?"
Emma stated, but the fear in the pit of her stomach wouldn't ease. Emma thanked Mabel for the tea and politely excused herself from the cafe, she had to meet with her new boss before her shift started. Emma got into her car, a 86 Ford Taurus, and drove home. She had the radio on low volume, and the interior of the car was relatively clean. When she got home, her parents had started dinner. Her parents, Jensen and Jamie, were dancing in the kitchen when she came in. Emma smiled and shook her head softly. Jensen Benjamin Davis had salt and pepper hair and sapphire blue eyes. He wore a white button down with a black tie and black dress slacks. His glasses were on top of his head, and he was leaning down to kiss Jamie. Jamie Davis had caramel hair and emerald eyes. She wore a black flowery top and black pants. Ballet flats adorned her feet. Jensen captured Jamie's mouth in a sweet kiss, and that's when Emma decided to clear her throat.
"Oh, Emma. You're home!"
Her mother exclaimed, pulling apart from her husband and wrapping her arms around her daughter. Emma embraced her mother and said
"Yeah. And guess what? I got a job!"
"That's exciting."
Her father said, smiling softly. He began to set the table for supper. Emma ran to put her things away, eyeing the purple security shirt that hung in her closet. Emma's room was rather simple, it had a bed, a nightstand next to the bed, a dresser across the room, and a desk right next to the closet. The walls were white and had very little on them. Emma had a picture of her parents before they had her, a picture of her when she was born, and a picture from her high school graduation. Emma smiled and hurried downstairs and to the table. She sat down as her father took her's and his wife's hand and began to pray. After they blessed the food, Emma's mother asked
"So, when do you start your new job?"
"Tonight. I work the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's."
Emma heard her father's fork slip from his hands. Her parents stared at their daughter, and Emma shifted under their gaze.
"What's the matter?"
Emma asked her parents, and her father and mother exchanged glances. Emma raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but she decided to let the awkward moment slide, for now.
"Oh, nothing's wrong sweetheart...it's just that your father and I had thought that place had closed down years ago..."
Emma was suspicious of her mother's tone of voice, but she decided to ignore it. She stabbed at her salad and continued
"Well it's not. I only work five days a week, and I'll try to be quiet as possible coming home. I promise"
"Of course, sweetheart. Just make sure you're safe."
Her father said gently, and Emma nodded softly.
"Of course Dad."
Emma excused herself from the table to get a few hours of sleep before she went to work. While she had left the table, Jensen and Jamie began to whisper quietly to each other.
"Do you think she knows?"
Jamie asked, her voice wavering. Jensen took his wife's hand and held it.
"I honestly don't know, Jaime. But if she does, we'll get her out of here."
"Thank you for being so understanding, my love."
Jaime told her husband, and he merely nodded. His grip tightened on his wife's hand, and she squeezes back.
Emma came in a few hours early, just like her boss had asked her to. Apparently the janitor slipped and broke his hip when he was returning the cleaning supplies, so it was the security team's responsibility due to being tightwads and not wanting to hire another. They never said in what he slipped in, mind you. Emma looked around and was greeted by a man leaning up against the prize counter. He wore the exact same thing she was wearing, except he had manager on the front of his shirt. Emma felt her chest tighten and her palms start to sweat as she approached him, and he eyed her cautiously. He was taller than her, at least six feet, and he had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He had stubble on his chin that amplified his looks, and Emma immediately thought he was cute. Definitely better looking than anyone in this town.
"You must be the newbie. Emma, right?"
He asked, and she nodded meekly. The corner of his lips came up into a smirk, then dropped again as he spoke.
"Mike Schmidt. Manager and security guard of this hell hole."
He stuck out his hand and Emma shook it formally, flinching away from eye contact.
"Nice to meet you Mike."
Mike lead Emma into the party room, and it looked so different from the one she remembered as a child. The ceiling was falling apart from apparent water stains, the corners of the room were covered in dust, cobwebs and mold. The tables were knocked over along with a dozen ripped up party hats. The place stunk of stale pizza, vomit, and urine. It made Emma sick.
"Is this building even up to code?"
"I would assume not, and it's honestly better not to ask, you'd probably get fired."
"This is a 'need to know' basis place isn't it?"
"Unfortunately."
Mike stated as he stared at her for the first time. He had to keep from licking his lips, he was so tempted by her. She had long caramel hair and big blue eyes. The security shirt fit her perfectly, except for the part where every time she moved the wrong direction, there was a fear of one of her buttons popping open. The pants hugged her hips and her thighs just right that so when she walked in front of him, he got a great view of her ass. He shook his nasty thoughts out of his head and then said
"You want to get started then? We only have a few hours before our shift starts."
"Yeah."
She stated, looking down at her feet. Mike handed her a broom, a mop, and a bucket of unknown cleaning fluids.
"Could you start in the bathrooms? I promise they're not as bad as the rest of the joint"
"Yeah." Emma complied, and she headed off down the dark hallways with her cleaning supplies. The lights flickered and buzzed overhead and Emma just continued, feeling slightly uneasy as she got closer to the bathrooms. She swung open the door to be met with a foul stench, and Emma nearly vomited the contents of her stomach onto the floor.
She began to sanitize the counters, and also emptied the trash, swept and mopped around and in all the stalls, and scrubbed it until the walls shone with her reflection. She navigated her way back to the show room and found Mike straightening out the tables. He saw her immediately, and turned to look at her. He leaned against the table, trying to get her to notice.
"I'm done with the bathrooms, I scrubbed those things until they shined like the Hope diamond."
Mike chuckled and went to check. He inspected every inch of them, and looked satisfied with her work.
"Ya did good, kid. That's the first time I've seen it this clean in years."
"Thanks."
Emma said, and she scrubbed her hands with soap after.
"Come on, I'll show you how to do your job." He traveled down the hall, and she followed him. All of a sudden, Emma felt a pair of eyes pouring into my back. Turning her head, she can only see the three main animatronics on stage. Emma had come to this place as a child, many happy memories were made with those animatronics. She absolutely adored it, especially Pirate's Cove, where Foxy, Captain of The White Tail, told them stories of his adventures with his crew. When she was about thirteen, something terrible occurred. "The Bite of '87", where a little boy's frontal lobe was bitten off by an animatronic known only as the Mangle. Her parents stopped taking her there, at the time she thought it was simply because she was becoming a teenager. Now, looking back, she realized that the accident scared them away. Now returning to her beloved childhood place to eat, only to find it in a state of desolate disrepair. How they were still open was beyond her.
"Here's the desk. Computer is on the right, and door lights and locks on the left. I'll be in here with you, so it'll be a lot easier to keep them out."
Mike explained to Emma as they entered the security office. He was so thankful that he was with another person now, to prove he wasn't insane or that the lack of sleep had gotten to him over time.
"Keep them out?" Emma asked softly, and Mike groaned out loud and covered his face with his hand.
"They didn't tell you did they? I'm gonna fucking kill Mr. Fredrickson when I get done with this shift!" Mike shouted. Emma was slightly annoyed that her boss didn't tell her everything about the job, but being with Mike made it even for now.
"Why? What did Mr. Fredrickson forget to tell me?"
"The animatronics roam around at night. And if they spot us they'll try to stuff is in a Freddy Fazbear suit. Which, by the way causes some discomfort...and a tiny little bit of death." Mike said, and Emma felt her stomach in her knees.
"D-Death?!"
Emma stuttered, and Mike nodded grimly.
"Why do you think the night guards here only last about two or three days? That or they quit."
"Fuck me..." Emma mumbled under her breath, hoping Mike didn't hear. I was with Mike, I was going to kill my boss.
"So, you've lasted the longest?"
"Yeah...the only other one was Robert. He lasted for years...until he got stuffed the week I started working here. Poor bastard was quitting that week too."
"How long have you been the night guard, Mike?"
"Two months."
Emma could only nod; feeling like she was going to vomit. Her knees began to buckle underneath her, and Emma was thinking she should've listened to Mabel; until Mike broke her from her thoughts for a moment.
"Hey, you okay? You look a little green there."
"I'm fine. Just trying to process all of this..."
"I understand."
"I used to come here as a kid, you know? Almost all of my favorite memories are here. Then I find out that they are that of killers."
"The funny thing is, we don't exactly know what causes it. The phone guy said that it's just facial recognition not realizing it's a human and not endoskeleton. But I think there's something extremely wrong here, Emma."
The way he said her name sent chills up her spine. She shivered slightly and then changed to a different topic.
"Who was your favorite animatronic."
"Bonnie. He had a really cool guitar, and he inspired me to learn."
"Really? Mine was Foxy. He was an amazing storyteller."
Mike smiled a little, and then checked the time, as if the silence between them was awkward.
"If you need to use the restroom, use it now. It's eleven forty-five. You'll be trapped in here for six hours with a full bladder."
Emma nodded and went for the restrooms. As she was walking down the hall, she thought she saw someone out of her peripheral. She turned her head and it was gone.
When she returned, Mike was leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head, feet propped up on the desk. James Dean was slapped across his persona, and that amplified her attraction to him. She noted that he wasn't as skinny as she previously thought, he had more muscle to him than he let on. Her eyes wandered down his body, his shirt tight around his chest, and his pants, even tighter in his crotch area. She bit her lip on the inside to stop succumbing to erotic thoughts when Mike noticed where she was looking. He shifted uncomfortably as he was already halfway just being in her presence, but her staring made it worse.
"Like what you see?"
Mike asked, his lips upturned in a seductive grin. Emma turned a bright shade of pink in her cheeks, looking away. Her neck and face were flushed with color, and it just made Mike want her even more.
Mike and Emma got settled in, and she blushed when he scooted closer to her. When Chica started to move around Emma jumped, and Mike chuckled at her antics. She glared at him and checked the lights, relieved that no one was out there.
By the time it was three in the morning, they were at seventy percent and had only one close call with Bonnie.
"They aren't as active as they usually are. We're lucky."
"Maybe they can't keep up with two night guards."
"Maybe."
Five o'clock, and they had twenty percent power. Mike sighed in relief. Mike and Emma switched off every hour, and Emma was manning the camera. Checking Pirate's Cove, and to her shock, Foxy wasn't there. She flipped through the cameras, only to find Foxy running down the west hallway.
"Mike, the door!"
Mike closed the door just in time before Foxy could reach them. He howled and they heard his shout from the other side of the door.
"Ye land lubbers got my hook! I'll git ya fer that, you yella belly sea dogs !"
"Yeah, you and what army?"
Mike shouted through the door, and Foxy stomped away. I chuckled nervously, those damn things wouldn't quit.
The bell rang out through the pizzeria that their shift was done. Emma cried out in relief and Mike looked at her softly. As she moved from the chair, her legs turned to jelly and she felt nauseous. Mike caught her before she could hit the ground, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He looked her over, and she was pale and clammy. He felt bad, but the only thing he could muster up at the moment was
"You look worn out."
"Thanks for noticing, Captain Obvious."
Emma muttered sarcastically, straightening herself out. Mike shrugged and replied
"You're welcome."
"I'll be back." Emma told him, and he seemed to understand. She ran for the women's restroom, and that's when she caught sight at someone at the end of the hallway. Emma halted to a stop, her stomach doing more uneasy flips as she tried to make out the figure at the end of the east hallway. It was tall, and shadowy, and she was frightened that it was one of the animatronics, coming to get her.
"Mike, is that you?"
She called out, and no reply came. The figure remained, and Emma's arms twisted around her torso to keep from loosing the remainders of the sandwich she had brought with her to work.
"Mike, if it's a prank it's not funny anymore!"
"And if it's not?"
A voice rang out behind her, and she spun on her heels, greeted by a different young man. He was tall, about 6'1. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing blue jeans and a black and red plaid shirt, with a black leather jacket. He was leaning up against the wall, picking his teeth. He raised his eyebrows up at her, as if he was trying to hit on her. Emma was confused and upset, and she was about to hurl.
"Who are you? This is private property and you're not allowed to be here! So I suggest you leave before I call the cops."
"The name's Cody, and I don't think the cops are going to help you in the...situation...you're in at the moment. Do you know how many times they have gotten called to this place only to scrape up the bodies of your fallen brethren, and then leave it hush hush for the rest of time?"
"Fair point."
"Look, I don't have much time. Help me so I can help you."
"How can you possibly help me?"
Emma told him, and Cody knew he had drawn a blank. The words came out before he could even think about what he was saying.
"Immunity from the animatronics. You need this job, right? Well, I can give you immunity to them. If you would help me. It's a fair trade."
Emma didn't know exactly why, but she wanted to trust this young man.
"How?"
"Let's just say I have friends in low places."
Cody said, and he stepped into better lighting.
He was transparent.
"You're a-a-"
That's when Emma vomited all over the floor.
Cody's nose wrinkled up in disgust, and she frowned for the two milliseconds before vomiting again. She raised her head up, legs and body shaking underneath her.
"Dude, that's gross."
Cody said, and Emma only nodded in response.
"Sorry, it's been a rough night."
"It's your first night, huh?"
He asked, and Emma nodded slightly. That's when she heard Mike calling her name.
"I-I gotta go."
Cody said, and disappeared as Mike approached Emma. He disappeared as quickly as he had came.
"Emma, there you are. I was looking all over the place for you."
"Oh. Sorry..."
She tells him, still holding her cramping stomach. Mike peeked over Her shoulder and looked away.
"I'm sorry, Mike."
"It's okay, Emma. I was like that on the first night too."
"I'll get the mop and clean it up."
She says, and Mike nodded slightly. Emma sucked in a breath and went to grab the cleaning supplies. Emma dragged herself to the supply closet and pulled out the mop and bucket. She filled the bucket with water in the bathroom and carried it out there. She began to mop as Mike locked the doors to the security office.
"That's good enough. Let's go, its already six twenty."
Emma nodded and they walked to the exit, and when she left, she saw Cody by Pirate's Cove, winking at her playfully. Then, he disappeared again.
"Did you see that?"
Emma asked Mike, and Mike's brows furrowed in confusion.
"It's nothing, never mind."
Mike opened the door and they stepped into the fresh air, taking gulps of it. Emma was so glad to be outside again. The dawn was just peaking over the horizon of the mountains, Mike and Emma stood in awkward silence until Mike broke it.
"Hey Emma?"
"Yeah?"
"What had you so distracted back there?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
"Try me. We work in a pizzeria where the main attraction tries to kill us."
"I think the night just got to my head. That's all."
"Okay."
Mike said, but he still sounded suspicious. They parted ways and Emma walked back to her car. An 86 Ford Taurus that ran like a champion drag racing car. Emma tiredly fumbled for her keys out of her coat pocket, and then got into the car.
"Hey Emma?"
Mike called as he jogged over to the young adult's car, making her roll down the window.
"Yes, Mike?"
"Do you think it's unprofessional to ask your coworker out for coffee sometime?"
He grinned softly, and Emma was taken aback by this statement.
"Kind of. When both parties are interested though..."
"Do you want to get coffee with me sometime this weekend when we catch up on sleep?"
Mike's blue eyes pleaded to her softly and Emma couldn't help but say yes.
"Yes, Mike, I would love to get coffee with you."
Mike smiled and fist bumped into the air. Emma chuckled at that and then started to drive away from the place they called work.
Coming home, Emma was greeted by her father, Jensen, drinking coffee at the dinner table. The kitchen was large, with white cabinets and white tile counter tops. The toaster was next to the stove, and the coffee pot on the other side. We had a microwave above the stove, which was all the rage. The fridge was a basic one, and Emma plopped into the chair next to her father.
"Rough first day?"
Her father asked, and she nodded. Emma studied her father's face, and she realized he looked older than he seemed. He had smile lines next to his eyes and bags underneath them. His black framed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and his green eyes sparkled. He wore a white button down with a purple tie, his usual work apparel. She sucked in a breath, her nerves eating away at her.
"Did you throw up?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, on the first day? It must've been hard for you."
"At least it was at the end of my shift."
She tells him, and he rolls his eyes at her.
"Do you want some tea? To soothe your stomach?"
Jensen offered his daughter, and she nodded politely. He prepped the peppermint tea and then gave it to her in her favorite mug.
"Oh, look at the time, I have to leave for work. I love you."
He kissed the top of her head and went out the door. She smiled softly and finished her tea. Setting the cup in the sink Emma went on her way. Her nighttime routine now becoming her daytime routine. Wet hair and a nightgown sprawled out onto the mattress until they fell into an awful sleep.