An alarm clock went off. The man's hand slapped it right off the desk and got up from his bed. He scratched his chin, playing with his beard a bit. He looked over to his right and read the digital clocks time. The time displayed was 8:47 PM, a few minutes before when he planned to wake up to head to his job.

He walked to his wardrobe and opened it up. There was a mirror inside, behind all the clothes. He looked into the mirror. It always reminded him of who he was, and what he was.

He was Jeffery S. Willcock. He had brown hair in the style of Step + Shadow drop, a brown thin beard, Purple eyes, and brown angled eyebrows with a cut in the right one. Willcock stood at 6'6" (1.98 M), had a physically well built body, was fairly muscular, with broad shoulders and a slightly broken nose. He was also a master in multiple forms of Martial Arts.

He was human. He felt every emotion there could be. He felt pain, joy, envy, forgiveness, and the whole lot. He also needed food & water to survive. And he needed air, and blood, and all those other things to be alive.

He grabbed the uniform he was given. Other than the hat he was also given the shirt was the only other super important thing about his uniform. He could wear whatever pants he wanted, but they had to be either jeans or slacks. He decided for jeans. He had the hat at the top of the wardrobe, hanging over the edge. He hit the edge of it, sending it flying across the room. Jeffery dashed after it, and when he was under it, jumped up, making the cap land early on his head.

When he landed, he fist bumped the air in victory. He fixed the hat on his head properly and grabbed his iPod and earbuds for music before heading out of his door. He passes his two brothers and 3 sisters, who were playing UNO. His youngest brother, Xavier, was winning. He passed his mom and dad, who were watching a horror movie about a family living in an apocalyptic world where making any noise would attract deadly creatures. The scene he saw showed the father running with fireworks going off behind him.

"Covering up noise with louder noise. Clever" Jeffery Willcock thought. He went out the door and hopped onto his motorcycle, turned the key in the ignition, then took off to the brand new establishment he would be working at.

HI! This is my first story on here. That's all I really wanted to say. Yea.

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Also, quick note. this story is going to mainly be about Jeffery Willcock, but will have a few switches with a specific animatronic. Expect a lot of sarcasm and otherwise comedic moments. It should be easy to tell what parts are the Humor parts and Mystery parts.