The elevator started. Hazel grabbed Frank's hand as the elevator descended, the light above flickering.

Night One is usually very easy. Only a few evil robots try to kill you. Hazel reassured herself.

An yellow keypad with eyes on the top popped up from the floor. There was a white sticker on it saying 'MIKE'. It had the alphabet on it, but the keypad was shaking so much from the elevator she couldn't see each individual letter.

"Welcome to the first day of your exciting new career."

Said a disembodied robotic voice. "Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad in Screws, Bolts and Hairpins, or if this is the result of a dare, we welcome you. I will be your personal guide to help you get started. I'm a model 5 of the Handyman's Robotics and Unit-Repair System, but you can call me Hand-Unit. Your new career promises challenge, intrigue and endless janitorial opportunities."

"Janitorial?!" Frank squawked.

"Leo is laughing at us for sure." Hazel groaned. "At least it isn't Phone Person Billy Joe." Hazel despised the Phone Person.

"Please enter your name as seen above the keypad. This cannot be changed later so please be careful."

The elevator was shaking so much Hazel had trouble finding the 'h'.

She pressed it, but it looked like she pressed 'g', 'j', and 'n' all at the same time. Eventually Hazel ended up spelling a whole bunch of nonsense.

"It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad. I see what you were trying to type, and I will auto-correct it for you. One moment. Welcome:"

Hazel scowled as she waited. Spellcheck was all the dyslexic members of the seven's worst nightmare on the computer. Annabeth, Percy, and Hazel were all dyslexic and they'd try to type something and it would end up something so remote from what they were actually trying to type no one knew how how to react. Sometimes Hazel would hear Percy, who was dyslexic and ADHD, scream curses at the computer and smash it on the floor when he was trying to type an email to his mom.

"Eggs Benedict."

Frank facepalmed. Hazel massaged her temples.

She sighed. Then she realized the elevator had stopped and the light dimmed. She sensed it was 500 feet underground.

"You can now open the elevator using that bright, red and obvious button. Let's get to work!"

"Oh." Frank flushed embarrassed. "Let's go then."

The doors opened to the vent shaft.

"What?! No, that's not right. The animatronics are supposed to climb through the vents! To kill us!" Frank said.

"Are we killing the animatronics this time?" Hazel asked.

"I dunno." Frank shrugged. "But there's only one way to find out."

They both crawled into the vents.

"Allow me to fill this somewhat frightening silence with some light-hearted banter." "OH GODS!" Frank yelped. "Due to the massive success and even more-so the unfortunate closing of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza,"

"Yeah, unfortunate." Hazel grumbled.

"It was clear that the stage was set – no pun intended – for another contender in children's entertainment. Unlike most entertainment venues, our robotic entertainers are rented out for private parties during the day, and it's your job to get the robots back in proper working order before the following morning."

"Oh, is that all?" Hazel asked.

"We'll be up close and personal with killer robots." Frank grumbled. "Great."

"Motion Trigger: Entryway Vent."

"WAIT WHAT?! Is that us?! Or something else?!"

"Let's hope it was just us."

They crawled out into a room with two windows and lots of bits of metal and controls.

"Wow."

"You are now in the Primary Control Module. It's actually a crawlspace between the two front showrooms. Now, lets get started with your daily tasks. View the window to your left. This is the Ballora Gallery Party Room and Dance Studio, encouraging kids to get fit and enjoy pizza. Let's turn on the light and see if Ballora is on stage. Press the blue button on the elevated keypad to your left."

Reluctantly, Frank pressed the blue button to reveal an empty stage.

"BALLORA?!" Frank called.

"Oh great." Hazel pressed her head down on the dashboard.

"Uh-oh, it looks like Ballora doesn't feel like dancing. Let's give her some motivation. Press the red button now to administer a controlled shock. Maybe that will put a spring back in her step."

"A what?" Hazel asked.

"I don't want to hurt Ballora, even if she is trying to kill us." Frank said.

"Yeah." Hazel said.

"Then what do we do?"

"I don't know."

Both looked at the innocent red button.

"Sorry Ballora." Hazel said. Then she pressed the button. Both winced at the zapping noise and the blue flash.

"Let's check the light again."

Frank checked the light to see Ballora dancing on stage.

"Well, she's back."

"Excellent. Ballora is feeling like her old self again and will be ready to perform again tomorrow. Now, view the window to your right. This is the Funtime Auditorium, where Funtime Foxy encourages kids to play and share. Try the light, let's see what Funtime Foxy is up to."

"But, I don't want to do that." Frank said plaintively.

"I guess we have to." Hazel said, staring at the console.

Frank pressed the button. The auditorium was empty.

"Looks like Funtime Foxy is taking the day off. Let's motivate Funtime Foxy with a controlled shock."

"Oh my gods…" Hazel moaned.

Frank winced and pressed the button. Then he illuminated the empty room.

"Let's try another controlled shock."

"Foxy is stubborn." Frank commented, before pressing the button again.

"Looks like Funtime Foxy is in perfect working order, great job! In front of you is another vent shaft. Crawl through it to reach the Circus Gallery Control Module."

The vent door opened.

"This place is making me claustrophobic." Frank muttered before he and Hazel climbed into the vents.

"On the other side of the glass is Circus Baby's Auditorium. Let's check the light, and see what Baby is up to."

"Uh, Baby isn't there." Frank said the the voice.

"Are we going to zap babeh-achoo!" Hazel sneezed.

"Babeh?" Frank asked.

"Baby." Hazel corrected.

"Babeh." Frank giggled. Hazel smiled.

"Looks like a few of the lights are out, but we can fix that later. Let's encourage Baby to cheer up with a controlled shock."

"..."

"WE'RE GOING IN THERE?!"

"Just press the button."

"Let's try another controlled shock."

"Babeh?"

"Maybe she didn't like how we pronounced her name?"

"Uh...I'm sorry Baby."

"Let's try another controlled shock."

"BABY SERIOUSLY!"

"Great job Circus Baby, we knew we could count on you! That concludes your duties for your first night on the job. We don't want you to leave overwhelmed, otherwise you might not come back. Please leave using the vent behind you, and we'll see you again tomorrow."

"That was it?!" Hazel asked.

"I'm so glad." Frank said.

They crawled back to the elevator in delight.

Clunk.

"What was that?!"

Clunk. Thump.

"GO FASTER, FRANK. GO FASTER!" The two bolted out of the vents and into the elevator, breathing hard.

Hazel didn't even mind the shaky elevator anymore.

Hello, this is CatOfWater. I hope you enjoy our story. Please review. It makes me feel like I can write good. :D

Special Thanks to Raise-A-Glass-3077 for helping me write this.