I had to walk to the pizzeria, since my mom was obviously not going to drive me here in the middle of the night. As she had told me, "It's you're choice. Now all of it is your responsibility."

I met the boss just outside the building. How professional. "Ah, you must be Miss Callaby Jones." I nodded and put on a fake smile. "In the flesh." His eyes darkened for a second before they went back to normal. "I'm Mr. Vincent Jax. Welcome to the job. Here's a map of the building-" he handed me a folded up piece of paper. "And there should be a recording on the phone to explain the job better." I nodded. "And I'll need you to sign this contract right here." He handed me a pen and held out a paper, which I quickly signed beside the red X. "It's official now. You've got the job!" "Thanks, Vincent." He tipped his hat with an eerie smirk on his face. "Have a killer night, Miss Jones."

I walked inside the building and glanced at the animatronics. They look a bit creepy in the dark... I shrugged it off and made my way to the office, adjusting my stuffed book-bag over my shoulder.

The office was as expected. Creepy posters and cobwebs everywhere, a desk, a computer chair with a ripped cushion, an obnoxious fan, and a creepy cupcake. Well, maybe the last thing wasn't expected, but it still didn't surprise me.

I had 10 more minutes to spare, so I went to the women's bathroom. The door creaked loudly, making me wince. They really needed to renovate the place. The bathroom was a mess, but it was tolerable. Barely.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands. Dirty blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail, stormy grey eyes staring back at me, a freckle splattered nose, and my overall short stature compared to other objects in the bathroom. My shift would start at 12:00 and it was 11:57, so I had decided to head back to the office to listen to the stupid voicemail of directions that was prepared for me.

A minute ticked by as I leaned back in the chair, tablet in my lab. I was about to take another swig of my soda, but as I was doing so, the phone rang and startled me. Soda spurted out of my mouth and nose and onto my shirt and pants. "Dammit."

Riiinng

Was someone calling me?

Riiinng

Or maybe that was the voicemail?

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.

Sounds a bit nervous, huh? I snorted to myself. I'll admit, I am, too.

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?

Um...Okay?

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."

What.

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, 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.

They get a bit quirky? What is that supposed to mean? Do they move around? Why was I not informed of this?

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?

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. What?! I was started to get very nervous, hearing this. Though, it may just be a prank. But the way this dude sounds, I highly doubt it. I hope I'm wrong.

I checked the time. 12:05.

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.

Then what-

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.

Again, WHAT. Why am I even still here?

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.

I heard a noise in the kitchen. My eyes darted around the room quickly as my breathing started to pick up pace. Oh, god. What if they come in here?

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.

"Shit. Bonnie's gone."