It was a quarter 'til seven when Lysander pushed open the door into her dark apartment. She peeled off her soaked clothes. She dropped a flyer that was clutched in her hand on her bar counter. She flicked a light switch and the apartment was suddenly illuminated. Papers were strewn about on various flat spaces. Old photos and newspaper clippings were tacked to her creamy beige living room wall. The biggest was a photo she had somehow successfully stolen from an "evidence locker room" in her junior year of high school when she skipped her programming class to go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. It was Springtrap, she called it that because she presumed, rather she KNEW, the William Afton's zombified corpse resided in it. Originally named Spring Bonnie, but Springtrap made sense.

"Speaking of Fazfuck's," she, while in her underwear, swiped up the flyer and grabbed her laptop. NOW HIRING! The flyer was bright, flashy, and slightly ominous with the animatronics on it. Funtime Freddy, Funtime Chica, Funtime Foxy, Cherry Bomb, and Circus Baby were on it.

Lysander opened her laptop and searched "fazbears hiring in mayhem". She was led to the main website where true enough, there were jobs open. That was weird, there were never jobs open.

The jobs listed were: Nightguard, Engineer, and Waiter/Waitress/Entertainer. Nightguard tempted her, but if she knew anything, it was to stay away from there the moment the sun goes down, even if all the souls were released a while ago, or so she assumed. She read through the nightguard description, which strangely was the only description there was.

Nightguard: $7.35/hour. Must be familiar with security camera systems. Must have fast reflexes. Must be able to work under stress. Must be good at time management.

She already had a resume made from her waitress job she had gotten fired from a week ago and she had graduated a while back with a bachelor's degree in both computer programming and engineering, but she decided on the waitress/entertainer position, mostly because she liked kids and not murderous robots. After she browsed a bit more she shut her laptop. She stretched loudly and wiped her blurry eyes. She could hear the rain as it tapped against her window, the sun had set a while ago and she stood in the middle of her apartment. She contemplated whether she should call her mom. "I don't wanna fight with her right now." She decided and retired to her room. She told her self she should be happier, she spent her childhood on those animatronics, but the only thing she could feel was nervousness and that was what put her to sleep.

Lysander woke up to a notification on her phone. Fazbear Enterprises. "That was fast," she yawned. Until she realized that they had called her in for an interview at 12:30. She sat up in her bed, it was 11:30 and she had to at least look presentable. She could make it if she was really fast about it. Suddenly, a car honked outside her window.

"Fucking unbelievable," she groaned as she spotted her mother's car in the parking lot. "First, I get this damn email and then she comes along."

Her mother let herself in with the spare key she made after she stole her daughter's key. Lysander stood against her door still in her underwear but with a fluffy, olive green robe around her. Her mother was dressed in expensive clothes with fine jewelry adorned and a fancy handbag to match, she always looked like that, at least from what Lysander could remember. Her mother was a lawyer for some corporate shit, she couldn't remember. She glared at the woman. She loved her mother, she really did, but she got on Lysander's last nerve. She watched her mother as her mother's eyes took in the room around her. Her mother's nose scrunched up in disgust as she made contact with the rather prominent photo of Springtrap. "Momma, I told you about knocking!"

"Girl, I raised you, this my house," her mother, Penelope, snapped then smiled. "You're up early."

"Yeah," Lysander walked past her mother to her kitchen for some coffee. "I got an interview apparently."

"Really? Well, where is it?" Penelope asked hopefully.

"Fazbear's," she said shortly and scooped some coffee grounds into her brewer.

"You gotta grow up eventually! It was cute when you were a freshman, but you're an adult now," Penelope made her way into the kitchen.

"I'm twenty-two, that's hardly an adult," Lysander said bitterly as she saw the first drops of coffee drip into the pot.

"You grown enough! Don't talk back to me like that no more," Penelope hissed at her.

Lysander saw that her mother was angry and she tried to redirect the conversation. "Where's Walter?" Walter was her stepfather, he was a nice old white man with a kind smile and a voice that could make the ingredients on the back of a shampoo bottle sound interesting. She liked him a lot and wished he was here to diffuse her mother's anger that slowly grew.

"He's in the car, we were planning to take you to breakfast." She said. Then walked into the living room, stepping around various papers and clippings. "So, explain that." She said then pointed directly to Springtrap.

Lysander was surprised her mother actually wanted to know about anything about that. "That's Willam Afton's corpse in a mechanical bunny suit," she said bluntly.

"Oh," her mother said and sat down.

Lysander frowned again. "One step forward, three steps back."

"You should be making steps towards your future," Penelope remarked. "I swear it's like you're willing to throw away your life over a piece of paper you found as a kid."

"It was proof."

"It was a balled up paper from years ago! Grow up, Lysander! I waited this long but you just test me time and time again!"

"Why can't you just support me like dad did?" Lysander snapped.

"Your dad put up with you!"

"No, I think he put up with you!" Lysander shouted then immediately regretted it as her mother's face dropped. "No, Momma, I didn't-!"

"You ungrateful little girl, I put up with you! I just want you to have a bright future and you waste it on this!" She suddenly pointed to the photo of scrapped animatronics Lysander took when she trespassed on an old sister location a while back and ripped it from the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She told herself no matter how mad she would get she would never swear around her mother. She told herself a lot of things. She ran to the torn photo and tried to push the sides together as if that would put it back. "Dad cared about me, Walter even respects me, so why can't you?"

Penelope was at a loss for words. She watched as her daughter's eyes began to tear up and she left without saying anything. Lysander watched as her mother got into her car and drove off. Walter looked confused at her mother's expression but complied nonetheless.

Lysander turned back to the photo when something suddenly stood out at her. It was Cherry Bomb along with a few others in the scrap after the fire at an old location. It was a small detail, she couldn't have seen it before, but in Cherry Bomb, she could see black and white stripes. Marionette.

"That means Marionette is Cherry Bomb, maybe," she whispered. She looked up at the clock. 11:50. "Oh, fuck me!" She sprinted back into her room for a change of clothes.

By the time she reached her car, it was 12:00 and she sped like a madman while her blazer hung loosely on her arms. Luckily it was only about fifteen minutes away but she didn't want to seem unprofessional before she even got the job. She drove into the surprisingly full parking lot. It was a Friday so it was understandable why there were already people there.

The first thing she saw when she reached the door was how tacky the decor looked. Dark blue, black, red, yellow, and white did not compliment the building whatsoever. She supposed it didn't matter as the building was clearly meant for kids, the bright colors would actually draw in the kids' attention. As she pushed that stupid thought from her head she noticed how kids surprisingly didn't circle around one animatronic too long. She thought that maybe the kids would flock to Baby if not then Funtime Freddy. The way the animatronics moved around kids was so...Protective. Motherly almost. "Maybe because the souls that were trapped in the metal contraption were kids," she thought. She wondered if they weren't freed. The souls would be free if the animatronics were destroyed, which they were. At least she thought, as the animatronics moved about as if they weren't burnt to the ground years ago.

As far as she was concerned, there should be no souls around there at all. Just empty, metal husks. The light in their eyes seemed to make her think otherwise.

A light brown haired man had obscured her vision of the animatronics. He was handsome and wore a bright smile. She imagined that acne-riddled teenagers would be the ones who worked there. The man in front of her looked like an actor in a popular movie series. Nevertheless, his name tag proudly relayed his name RHYS with MANAGER, printed above in faded letters.

"I'm Rhys, the manager, and unless you are here to party in that getup," he grinned and motioned towards her button-down and blazer. "Then I'd assume that you are Lysander Travis, applying for our Waitress/Entertainer position. If not then you must be absolutely mental to wear such a nice pair of trousers here." British. His accent was British. It wasn't uncommon at all to see a European in Mayhem what with all that happened downtown but to have one (especially as attractive as he was) who worked a kids' pizza joint. That was weird.

"Um...Yes, I'm Lysander," she extended her hand in a friendly gesture. He flashed a smirk before he gently took her hand and shook it.

"I like Shakespeare, by the way," he smiled.

"Oh, my name, yeah, that's all my dad ever did. Play video games and read books. He wasn't the most popular in his class." She sharply inhaled the smell of pizza and grease. The heat of the room had suddenly become more apparent.

"Well, come on then. I got a pizza place to manage!"

He led her past the bright lights of the front of the building and led her to the back where the lights were dim. She felt nervous. The atmosphere of the area felt familiar to her as she ventured into an area she felt like she didn't need to be. He opened the door to his office which was brighter than she'd thought it would be but still dim and slightly ominous.

He motioned for her to take a wooden seat while he sat on the hardwood of his desk. "So, why do you want to work here?" He asked while both of his hands gripped his desk.

Fuck. She hadn't thought that far, and she wasn't going to make up some bullshit. "If I am going to be perfectly honest I'm fresh out of jobs and I don't entirely hate kids so I thought: 'why not?'"

Rhys nodded slowly, if not with a slight smirk that told her he didn't believe her, nevertheless, he put on a grin that could bedazzle anyone who caught sight of it and kicked his legs off his desk. He went behind his desk and rummaged through papers, clicked and typed on his computer, he did everything but look up at Lysander. He finally looked up with a smile that beamed almost as bright as the sun. He smiled a lot, and he was really good at it. He handed her a thick stack of papers which she read through and signed. She noticed a quote that said, "We are not liable for any dismemberment or such during closing hours." She visibly shivered in which Rhys replied with a funny look. She was pretty sure it was too late to back out, plus it would be rude. He spent ten minutes to check what she had marked.

"You got the job!"

"What?"

"Well yeah, We want you. I want you. You seem like a valuable addition to the team with that background of yours. Computer programming is it? I was never good at information technology," He complimented her and she felt her face heat up just a bit.

"It's, really, wow!" Lysander couldn't even comprehend what had happened. She was used to weeks where she'd wait for someone to respond back to her and yet she immediately got the job. Something about that exchange just didn't feel right. "It wasn't supposed to," she told herself. It was the Fazbear Enterprise, every knockoff pizza joint under their umbrella was supposed to feel forbidden.

"You can start today! Now if you want, I can give you the tour." She nodded and let herself be led out of the office and through the back area.

"This is the West Hall and this door in front of you is where the surveillance room is. On the other side of that is the East Hall where the break room is." He walked out of the hall to the long, rectangular playroom. "This is the Playroom, that door on the right of where we are standing is the entrance and the door on the left leads to Ballora and Funtime Foxy's Stages, also known as the Secondary Stages. The Prize Corner and supply rooms are also located there. These two rooms plus the dining area are the only areas animatronics are allowed to do what we call 'Freeroam'. We call it the 'Freeroaming Ground'."

He walked north through the playroom into the dining area. "This is the dining room. To the right are the restrooms, and to the northwest is the buffet with the kitchens behind it." He finally pointed forward. "That is the Main Show Stage. The repair room is to the stage right, behind the curtains. We've got emergency exits on the East Hall, in the dining area, in the Secondary Stage Room, and in the kitchen. Clear?" Lysander nodded while she made an interior map in her head.

"Well then, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. You will either serve various snacks to children, entertain them in some way, or if parents order specific orders you will give that to them. You will also wipe the tables down."

She nodded slowly. "It sounds no different than the job I previously had."

Rhys patted her shoulder. "Then you should do fine. We only have a day-guard, a cashier in the front, the one in the Prize Corner, a janitor/repairman, and chef, so if there's anyone you know who can be an engineer then just let me know. Done?"

Lysander nodded happily. "Done!"

"Good grief! How was it?" He grinned.

"A bit much but nothing I can't handle," Lysander nodded resolutely.

"Okay, the workers we have now may seem a bit mean but once you get to know them they are absolute sweethearts," Rhys turned back towards the west hall. "Today is preparation day, tomorrow is your training day. I'll need your measurements for a uniform among some other things, but other than that you are set." After she filled out what needed to be filled out Rhys insisted that he'd walk her to her car. She avoided the animatronics as she walked out of the door.

"You're going to have loads of fun here just you wait! I look forward to working with you. Rest easy," he winked at her as she pulled out of the parking lot. It was almost two o'clock when she pushed herself into her tiny living room, thankful that she'd managed to avoid eviction. She grabbed the discarded flyer off of her bar counter and tossed it into the trash.

She considered to call her mom and let her know she got the job but she didn't have the patience for that woman at the moment. She was still rattled from being that close to fully functional animatronics and with a whole day to kill she pushed away her notebooks and fully focused on herself and her looks. If she was going to have a cute boss might as well have fun with him.

Yet something about Rhys, she couldn't quite put her finger on, was very very familiar.