Chapter 2:
Jeremy opens the front door of the restaurant, and they both walk inside. They entered into a small reception area, which led into the main dining room, with many tables and chairs, and a stage which presented 3 animatronic mascots. A purple bunny with a guitar, a yellow chicken with a cupcake, and a brown bear with a microphone. Mike looked at them, stuck in their poses, mid-song. "These are our 'animatronics'." explains Jeremy. "Bonnie the bunny, Chica the chicken, and Freddy Fazbear himself." "They... they're pretty big," said Mike, feeling uneasy. "Don't worry, they won't hurt you!" said Jeremy confidently. Mike was diagnosed with 'automatonaphobia' when he was a child. It is defined as the fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being, including animatronics. Continuing with the tour, Jeremy took Mike through the other rooms such as the costume room, which had extra suits and animatronic parts. Mike felt as if the empty heads were looking at him, and indeed they were. The empty heads were almost deliberately pointed at Mike, and he began to feel unsafe. Jeremy then took him to his office, at the end of a dark hallway with a flickering light. "This is your office. You have emergency doors incase someone tries to get in and here is a computer connected to all of the buildings security cameras. You have limited power per night due to budget cuts, all the power comes from the back-up generator downstairs. Have a good night, I'll be here to open the doors at 6 AM sharp. Good luck!" said Jeremy in a calming voice, "Okay Jeremy, thanks again and I will see you in the morning."
Jeremy then left the building, and locked it up. Mike sat in his chair, and looked in annoyance at the fan on his desk, making a loud buzzing noise. He got out his travel mug of coffee that he had brewed before he came here, the clock turned to midnight, and his shift had started. He sat there already feeling bored to death, but not even 10 seconds into his shift, he hears the phone on his desk ring. He jumped ,frightened. He looked at a flashing light on the phone that indicated that it was a recorded message. He sat there waiting, the phone had rung multiple times before it picked up, and was greeted by a man on 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. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?" Mike is intrigued that the man used 'overwhelming' to describe it, the job didn't seem overwhelming at all! The man on the phone continued on. "Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'" Mikes eyes began to widen, he had only been half listening, but that last line caught his attention. The man continued, "...Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night..." Mike seemed to be confused. "What do you mean by 'quirky'..." he thought, still listening to the man on the recording, "...but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay. So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?" Mikes mouth is now wide open, appalled and disgusted with what he was hearing. The man continued, "...Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh. Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night." Mike sits in his desk chair in utter shock. He realized that he isn't trying to keep people from coming in; he's keeping things from getting out.