A/N: I'm writing this on my phone so I apologize if there are any typos and it looks odd. And without further delay, here is the story! :) -time skip because Lazy-
i sigh lightly, quickly standing up and out of the car, glaring at the now open sign of Circus baby's pizza world. " I'll be here at 9:00 I promised your little sister, you know she loves this place" she mumbles, rolling her eyes. I lift up my watch, the minute hand just reaching 7:00.
perfect, right on time. I wave curtly as she drives away, bringing my gaze back to the lustrous building. I briskly make my way inside, the dreaming of children echoing throughout the halls, masking out any other form of noise as I Open the doors to the main room, the stage featured in the black left corner, right now being lite up by Freddy ( I'm not saying Funtime Freddy everytime) his laugh radiating with the kids, bon-bon laughing himself as he continues to tell jokes to a crowd of six year-olds and below.
i smile myself, the light hearted nature of the stablishment rubbing off on me.
"Are you Ethan" a voice asks, causing me to jump as it sounds like it's right behind me. My gaze darts behind me only to fall on Micheal Afton, son of the creator and manager of the establishment. "Y-yes" I stutter, still trying to recover from the sudden spook.
"I can't really hear you, follow me, we'll go to my office so we can talk about your job" he yells, motioning behind him, the crowd of toddlers seemingly hearing him as the yelling grew even louder. After a few seconds of winding hallways we reached an ominous door, requiring a key card which Michael swiftly swiped, the door opening up slowly in response. "Come in" he beams, his voice now audible. I nod, walking in ahead of him, looking around the dimly lit room. "Sorry about that" he exclaims," we don't feeed power here to save cost."
he sighs lightly, sitting down behind a dusty desk, motioning for me to sit. "You are Ethan correct" he asks, his tone growing oddly serious.
"yes" I sigh again, tapping the chair arms slowly, the errieness of his elated expression getting to me. " Alright, good...anyway, you're going to be a special performer and hand out food, that sorta stuff" he grunts, his tone relaxing slightly. "Special preformer?" I ask, tilting my head to the side in confusion. He simply waves his hand dismissively, standing up suddenly. "Anyway, your shift starts right now, they'll be needing you in the kitchen" he states, walking hastily out of the room. I blink slowly, trying to recollect myself. I then stand up myself, making my way through the hallway only to stop dad in my tracks, Ballora standing motionless in the middle of entrance back.
"what are you doing off stage" I mumble curiousity getting the better of me as I walk closer, the chrome face-plates shifting more, the closer he got. Biting back the fear I get in front of it, looking it up and down, trying to register the problem. This is pointless, it and not worth being late.
i then shrug, turning around back to the plaza.
i then tense up, feeling a tug on my arm as I turn around, the animatronics eye's now open.
i yell of out shock before everything turned black.
i sigh lightly, quickly standing up and out of the car, glaring at the now open sign of Circus baby's pizza world. " I'll be here at 9:00 I promised your little sister, you know she loves this place" she mumbles, rolling her eyes. I lift up my watch, the minute hand just reaching 7:00.
perfect, right on time. I wave curtly as she drives away, bringing my gaze back to the lustrous building. I briskly make my way inside, the dreaming of children echoing throughout the halls, masking out any other form of noise as I Open the doors to the main room, the stage featured in the black left corner, right now being lite up by Freddy ( I'm not saying Funtime Freddy everytime) his laugh radiating with the kids, bon-bon laughing himself as he continues to tell jokes to a crowd of six year-olds and below.
i smile myself, the light hearted nature of the stablishment rubbing off on me.
"Are you Ethan" a voice asks, causing me to jump as it sounds like it's right behind me. My gaze darts behind me only to fall on Micheal Afton, son of the creator and manager of the establishment. "Y-yes" I stutter, still trying to recover from the sudden spook.
"I can't really hear you, follow me, we'll go to my office so we can talk about your job" he yells, motioning behind him, the crowd of toddlers seemingly hearing him as the yelling grew even louder. After a few seconds of winding hallways we reached an ominous door, requiring a key card which Michael swiftly swiped, the door opening up slowly in response. "Come in" he beams, his voice now audible. I nod, walking in ahead of him, looking around the dimly lit room. "Sorry about that" he exclaims," we don't feeed power here to save cost."
he sighs lightly, sitting down behind a dusty desk, motioning for me to sit. "You are Ethan correct" he asks, his tone growing oddly serious.
"yes" I sigh again, tapping the chair arms slowly, the errieness of his elated expression getting to me. " Alright, good...anyway, you're going to be a special performer and hand out food, that sorta stuff" he grunts, his tone relaxing slightly. "Special preformer?" I ask, tilting my head to the side in confusion. He simply waves his hand dismissively, standing up suddenly. "Anyway, your shift starts right now, they'll be needing you in the kitchen" he states, walking hastily out of the room. I blink slowly, trying to recollect myself. I then stand up myself, making my way through the hallway only to stop dad in my tracks, Ballora standing motionless in the middle of entrance back.
"what are you doing off stage" I mumble curiousity getting the better of me as I walk closer, the chrome face-plates shifting more, the closer he got. Biting back the fear I get in front of it, looking it up and down, trying to register the problem. This is pointless, it and not worth being late.
i then shrug, turning around back to the plaza.
i then tense up, feeling a tug on my arm as I turn around, the animatronics eye's now open.
i yell of out shock before everything turned black.