So. I forgot to publish anything for this in over a year. I'm back now, and this story is my top priority. I am currently going through the few existing chapters and making minor changes, such as foxing typos. After that, I will be straight onto writing. I'm attempting an all nighter tonight, so hopefully by the end of it, I'll have reworked it and have a least one chapter out. Let's do this!
It was three in the afternoon when she went round to the pizzeria. It was pretty cool. In a way. The animatronics were pretty weird though. Jaime had eventually decided to just go for it. After she had asked her mum, of course. She had been staring in the window for five minutes now. She shook herself out of her daydream and entered the pizzeria. To her surprise, there was a kid working amongst the animatronics, handing out balloons. He had cute, floppy, brown hair, similar to that of Jack Frost's (when his hair was brown) from Rise of the Guardians. (All rights reserved)
"Looking for a table, kid?" asked a friendly, male voice.
"Huh?" Jaime was broken out of another daydream. She tends to daydream a lot. "Oh, no, I'm here about the night guard job, for next week?"
The guy's face paled. "You do not want that job, trust me. Things get creepy here at night. And there's been loads of kids killed around here. It's dangerous!"
Jaime rolled her eyes. "I don't scare easily. I'll be fine. I'm tougher than I look, really."
"No really! My girlfriend has the night shift, and when the boss offered her a week off instead of two days for her dad's birthday, she jumped at it. She hates it. Well, it depends how you look at it. She likes some things. It's terrible, really, it's not worth the money!"
"I'll take my chances."
The day guard looked at her for a moment. "I suppose since you're a kid they might go easy on you..."
"What?"
"Nothing, follow me." He turned to a girl with long black hair. "Stacy, take front desk for a minute."
"'Kay." responded Stacy.
As they walked, the day guard turned to Jaime and said; "My name's Phil by the way."
"Jaime."
Phil stopped outside an oak door. "Here we are." He knocked on the door. "Boss? Got a possible Lizzy stand-in."
A snort came from inside. "As if anyone could compare to Lizzy at guarding this place."
Phil opened the door. "She's a kid..." he added. "Bye!"
As the door closed, a man with greying hair, Scott Davidson if the sign on the door was correct, looked up.
"Bit young for this aren't you?"
"I can stay awake, I like pizza, and my enemies say I fight like a demon." Jaime shrugged. "What more do want?"
"How's your reflexes? And your memory? You need those for this, believe you me."
"Both fine."
"What type of wood is my door, without looking?"
"Oak, duh."
"Observant, good. Think fast!"
Out of nowhere, he threw a ball at her. She threw her hand up and slapped it back. It hit the wall with a loud thud. Phil burst in through the door.
"What was that?" He gasped.
"New check for night guards. Not taking any chances after Lizzy's last break."
"So that's your explanation for a basketball under your desk?" asked Jaime, incredulously.
"Yes. You're hired."
"Any uniform?"
"We don't have any sizes small enough, just wear this badge and you'll be fine." He paused. "What's your name?"
"Jaime. Jaime Jackson."
(Phil P.O.V and time skip, to a phone call with Lizzy, twenty minutes before her shift starts)
"I don't know about your replacement for next week..." I sighed. I hate having to be the one leaving the dreaded message, telling them that their job is a death sentence.
"What's wrong with her? Wait... I forgot to take Foxy's hook. Dammit. Just a minute, not risking another damn scar."
I laughed. Her love for messing with those animatronics is hilariously cute.
"I'm back. So what about her? You said she was pretty confident."
"She's also about twelve."
"Wait, what?! How the fricking hell did she get this job?!"
"Beats me."
I can hear the jingle that plays at midnight every night, the sign that Lizzy's job is truly starting for the night.
"Look, why don't we both record messages for her. I'll do her first, third and fifth nights, you do second and fourth for any updates on the animatronics, and I'll give her basic knowledge of how to deal with them."
"Yeah. You should go."
"Bye." I hung up, leaving Lizzy to start up the record function on the phone.
"Hey kid, listen..."
A/N
I'm gonna replace all the old A/Ns. Let's just pretend I've only just started this story, 'kay? I'll feel mega guilty for abandoning it otherwise XD
Peace out ~ Rae
