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From the outside the building didn't really look like much. It was an old, one story thing, made entirely out of red brick that looked like it had seen better days. An old, faded sign was hanging on its hinges above the doors, faint traces of red and blue running through the rotten wood.
Mike stared at it for a moment, once again wishing he'd never signed up to that Fazbear advert. Putting all his eggs in one basket indeed, right now he was looking at them all cracked and broken on the pavement. Sure, it may have electricity, and they could give him as many tables as they wanted, but that didn't stop the building from being an absolute wreck.

Completely misleading, he'd be putting a complaint in for sure.

What's a dump like this doing in a theme park anyway? Mike thought to himself. Surely the park owner knew what a hazard this thing was. And now they wanted him to, what, fix it for them? This had to be a scam. Jostling the stack of papers the representative had given him the day before, none of them with a phone number on, the cowards, Mike reached for the set of keys in his back pocket. They were new at least, to match the shiny new locks on the front doors.
The door slid open with a squeak.

"Ah, Mike, wait up!" Mike turned. A man, looking only slightly older than him, was rushing to catch up. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, blonde hair flopping over his forehead as he jogged. Mike let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his rep.

"Oh, hello Scott," Mike said as Scott stopped beside him, panting slightly.

Scott smiled, a brief flash of teeth. "Sorry, I'm late, traffics a nightmare, hah."

"Honestly I didn't even know you were coming," Mike said. "I thought you were gonna leave me to the wolves or something."

Scott laughed at that. "Nah, if I did that the boss would have my head." He waved his hand at the building. "So, what do you think?"

"Well, it's.. a bit of a dump, isn't it?"

"It's a horror attraction Mike, of course it looks a mess." Scott gave him an exasperated look. "It's up to code, don't you worry about that. Health and safety is our, ah, main priority here at Fazbear Entertainment!"

Mike snorted under his breath. It was common knowledge by now that Fazbear and safety were two words that didn't go together well.
"Horror attraction? I thought this was meant to be a pizzeria."

"Yeah, um, well." Scott started. "I thought you got the memo, um, the owner of the park was pretty insistent about it, you know? And the boss, well, he couldn't exactly say no, lack of funds and all... A-anyway!" He rustled about in his inside pocket, pulling out a slightly less thick clump of paper than the one Mike was holding. "This is the updated contract, um, if you could sign it now, that would be great."

"I've kind of got my arms full here, Scott," Mike said, nodding down to his armful of papers. "Let me go put them down first, then I'll take a look."

So, a haunted house, huh. It did sound better than a pizza place, if only slightly. Walking in, Mike placed his stack on the reception desk. From here, he could see further into the building, down a long hallway that led to what Mike assumed would be the main room. The plaster on the walls was painted an off-white, with cracks and marks dispersed throughout it. It was moldy, grimy, and actually kind of disgusting. The floor wasn't that much better either, the checkered tiles broken in various places.

Scott stepped inside after him. "Believe it or not this is an entirely new build. The builders did a really good, um, job of it, I think. Meant to look like the original restaurant for that authentic, child murder feel, heh."

"Wasn't that alleged child murder? They didn't exactly prove anything."

Scott nodded. "And they won't." He said quickly. "Ah, that is, never mind. Here, you still got the blueprints? I'll show you around."

"We found some old recordings, on cassette believe it or not, explaining the springlock suits," Scott explained as they started to walk. "Creepy stuff, um, we had to re-record most of it for, ah, legal reasons, apparently the original guy threatened to sue. But that just means you won't have to rewind the cassettes each time, so it's kind of a win-win, really."

Mike hummed. He followed Scott into the first room just off the corridor. The long window ran along one wall, showing the main hallway. A desk was sat at the front of the room, just under the window, with two monitors sat on top. "This is the security office, this monitor shows all the other rooms, and you've got a good view of the main entrance. The other is just maintenance, nothing fancy. Um, now, we haven't hired anyone for the night shift just yet, so that'll be up to you for the first, I'd say week, maybe? No longer though, hopefully."

"So, what, I get no sleep then? Here during the day and night? That doesn't seem exactly safe for me." Mike knew there had to be a catch.

"No, no. Your day shift would finish at five, and the night shift doesn't start till twelve, so that's seven hours, I think? Yeah, seven hours free time."

"And then it's straight back here." Mike sighed, rubbing his hand over the old leather chair at the desk. Hopefully it was comfortable.

"Like I said, not for long," Scott said. "Now, down here is the main room, it's got a couple old animatronics parts the techs managed to dig up from some old builds, um, heads and stuff. They kind of freak me out, but that means they work, I guess."

The main room looked to be an average kids restaurant, if a bit more run down looking. Tables lined the floor space, leading up to a large, empty stage. Various heads and endoskeletons filled the gaps between walls and tables, posed as if to grab something. It was dark, too, the only source of light coming from the stage lights, the bulbs flickering every so often. Beside Mike, Scott gave a shudder and flicked a switch in the hallway, and suddenly the room was bathed in white light. "So, main room. Its got a bunch of hidden lights in the ceiling, so if someone's injured or wants out or something we can find 'em quick. The stage, as you can see, is empty at the moment, but hopefully we'll fill it at some point, um, maybe even today, who knows?"

Scott stopped at the entrance as Mike walked further into the room. "Our biggest find wasn't actually that long ago, yesterday I think. A fully suited animatronic. I think it's meant to be Bonnie, but anyway. Um, we found it inside a boarded-up room in one of the original locations. No idea why it was sealed off, but it's in alright condition for something so old. Anyway, we were waiting on you for approval, get it up on stage."

Mike thought for a moment, running his fingertips over the grained wood of one of the tables. "I suppose I'd have to see it first, make sure it's in working order. You've looked at it too, right? It's not a fire hazard or anything?"

Scott nodded. "Defiantly not a fire hazard. I haven't seen it yet, but the, ah, techs who found it said it's in working order and everything, just needs a bit if a wash."

"Alright then, let's go see it."

Mike followed Scott back out into the hallway and down a flight of stairs. At the bottom were two large red doors, both with signs on that read 'Caution- Staff Only'. Inside the lights were off, but Mike could just about make out a slumped figure in the corner of the room. Scott flicked on the lights.

The Bonnie costume had to be old, Mike thought to himself, it's yellow fur nearly green with mold. It was damaged too, holes scattered throughout the suit and most of its right ear was missing, wires sticking out through most of the cracks. It still had most of its fur, however its legs were entirely stripped of it from the mid-shin down, fully exposing endoskeleton metal and wiring.

"We were hoping to have it on stage, play the tapes in that room," Scott suggested, waving at the rabbit costume. "It's a springlock suit, so it works out."
"Hmm." Mike took in the rabbit. "I think that would work. It's defiantly freaky enough."

Scott snorted. "That it is." Something bleeped then, and Scott grimaced. Pulling out his phone, he sighed. "Look Mike, sorry about this, but I've gotta run. Another location just caught on fire and... anyway, you can sort stuff out here, can't you? Just get me them papers by the end of the week."

"Sure thing, I'll probably see you later then."

"Yeah, alright. See you."

Scott left quickly after that, and Mike was soon alone again. Sighing, he turned back to the Bonnie suit. "Right then, what to do with you."

AN: I have been dragged into FNaF hell.

This is basically Pizzaria simulator, just in the fnaf 3 location, but this time with added family drama, yay!

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