Hearing the sound of an alarm clock ringing in the ears isn't as pleasant as it seems. Neither was hearing your screams of terror and waking up to your clothes sticking to you like glue. It's becoming an annoying ass routine for me,though.
I never got over that experience at my job. I locked myself in my house for around a day or so, nobody really noticing so thank god there. I finally had the courage to go out but completely ignore my boss' calls to reach me for the past few days. He's probably upset about me quitting on him and how he couldn't find anyone else to do it at that last second. Of course, those few days of being filled with new-found paranoia, disturbance, and lack of sleep had some of my friends ask if I was alright. Me, hating attention like this, lie and tell them I'm fine. Only, I really wasn't.
I wasn't alright. The fact death was practically ringing the bell for me unnerved me and gave me nightmares. I'm still having them, the feeling of realization hits me when Bonnie comes and tries to attack me before opening my eyes.
"Fuck my life." I groan, grabbing for the cell-phone. Five missed calls and four text messages come up and it all came from that certain persistent son of a bitch.
It said the usual, not paying me which I don't care about anymore, not giving him a heads-up, coming back, but the last message he sends me is he wants to offer me a deal. I raise my eyebrows at that, squinting at the text message.
Please come back. I'll make you an offer.
Tempting but no way. I told only my closest friends and close family members about the what happened on my first night, majority not even believing me. Why, because despite the way I act, they assume I'm trying to crush their childhood and think it's a joke. I'd make a joke about how the machine animals attempted to go after me? Yeah, sure I would.
Hell, not even my brother didn't believe me. He thought I was making it up, scoffing at me. It kind of hurt to know my own brother didn't even think it was true. Though, in the end, somebody actually took my story seriously. He wasn't somebody I honestly talked to with often, he was an engineer and a close friend of my brother's. He lives a few towns down and scarcely did we converse with each other. We were just acquaintances that liked company every now and then.
I rolled out of bed, my body laying on the nice carpet. I really didn't want to leave but I had some things to do before the afternoon ended. I let my face get buried, letting my sight only see darkness. After a year or so, I picked myself off, rubbing my head as I walk off to the bathroom.
I forced myself to walk to the cafe my ex-boss asked me to meet him at. I'd actually like to hear the man's "offer" before completely rejecting the job. I know no convincing would bring me back there as some night watch, but I'll give him a benefit of a doubt to be persuasive. I'm a stupid person, I let people try to walk over me. I really shouldn't give him that option to trick me though.
"Hey, there you are!"
The bald man smiled and waved me over to come hither. Such a fake smile, and I did the same and mirror a similar smile. I put down the hoodie, giving my hair some air. For him to be wearing something as casual as a hawaiian shirt and tan khakis, it seemed unfitting. Sure the uniform he usually wore wasn't top-notch sophisticated but, this was somewhat new.
"Yea," I say awkwardly, fidgeting with my fingers,"So,Mr. Curty, you mention an offer?"
"Jumping in already? How about some coffee first before anything else, dear?"
Damn. He's going to butter me up before actually getting into business. Clever.
"I don't drink coffee, sir. Some water would be nice."
"Don't drink coffee? Ever tried it?"
"Once."
"Alrighty then, some water then. Anything else?"
I shake my head and on cue the waitress came and asked for our order, her eyes darting from me to Mr. Curty. He asked for black coffee, some pound cake, and a slice of cherry pie. He probably orders something for me but I was paying my attention to the waitress and simply nod. My eyes ended up wandering down the waitress' face and couldn't help but hid my envy with a smirk. She had a nice figure.
Something told me she saw me look at her rather..strangely? How? Well for starters when she left, she looks back and gave a mixed look of grimace and confusion. I also think Mr. Curty saw me because he had a cheeky smile on his sharp face and responded with,
"I wasn't aware you were interested in both teams."
My embarrassment wasn't easy to hide as I feel the heat warming in my cheeks. I can't believe that he actually said that to me!
"N-No! Of course not!" I exclaim, putting my hands up and wave them frantically. I feel the heat grow onto my cheeks even more and I'm probably as red as a tomato at this point.
He gives me a chuckle, that same fake smile on his face extending. Why did that smile feel genuine though?
"I'm just kidding. I won't hold it against you."
Sure, you bastard. Be all sweet like you were in the beginning then breath down my back about the job.
"Uh huh, sure."
His jade-colored eyes brightened at me. Huh, I had no idea he had green eyes.
"So,Ms. Sarnovsky,"He laughed,"I must ask you an important question."
"Go nuts."
"Why did you take the job as night watch?"
I blinked at that question. He already asked me this question back at the interview and gave him my answer on why. I arched an eyebrow, a quick glimpse of the cups being set down before us.
"Haven't you asked me this question before?"
"Yes, but I'd like you to refresh my memory."
I sigh, looking up at the puffy cotton balls at the baby blue sky. The sun still beaming on me, I look at the happy man. What got him so sweet? He was like this at the very start, but trust me, he'll change into a nervous strict wreck. Not to mention, he's a smooth talker, not mentioning any death-included at the interview. It isn't that big of a hazard, he said. Don't worry about it, he said.
"I joined because I needed the money?" I answered, questioning if that's the answer he wanted. I crossed my arms, leaning back from the table and finding the waitress carrying the pie and cake. Her dark eyes scanned me and frankly, she had no shame checking me out with me taking note of that. I smirked at her and gave her a teasing you-like-what-you-see with a douchebag feel look. She let out a puff of air before leaving in silence.
"That's also true,"He took a sip out of his cup and let out a refreshed 'ahh',"What else?"
"I wanted to work at the place that gave me happy memories?"
"Correct. So why don't you?"
I glare at the insensitivity he had. Did he forget I could've been killed? I don't care if they weren't really responsible for death(Which they honestly are) but sheesh have some courtesy!
"Okay, why the hell would I retake th-"
"You don't have to work as night watch."
My shock wasn't hard to read to hear I didn't need to be night watch. Then why did he want me back there?
"I don't?" I try confirming.
"You don't." He confirmed. I was feeling very confused at this point.
"Then, why do you want me back as the night dog?"
"Because, I need you to do it for at least two m-"
"No!"I object before letting him finish," No way in hell am I doing that job again! I'm pretty damn final about it!"
"Please? No other employee wants to do it!"
"Jeez?! I wonder why!" Sarcasm was very heavy on this that it made my voice crack. My throat now begging for water, I turn my stare to the china cup.
"Would it make you feel better if somebody else was there with you?"
I actually never thought about that. Somebody else being there does sound comforting but I'm not risking anybody else's life just to settle down my fear. As tempting as it was.
"Depends." I tease under the cup. I'm awful to do that, I know.
"Another employee, another friend that's willing, I guess," He said, muttering something along the lines of 'no overtime'.
I can prove that I'm not crazy when I bring my friends over and they see all that I've seen. However, knowing like half of them will freak and get us killed, I should choose the collective ones.
Or Dylan, the one that actually believed me. Maybe he'll have some type of idea, reasoning, or something behind the mechanics. I know I won't get any true answers out of this man so why not somebody whose good with technology? First, I need his content that is.
"Can you give me a second?"
He nodded as I fished in my pocket for my cellphone. I quickly got it and texted a message to Dylan before reading it over.
To:Dylan
Sent:5/13/2019; 2:34 P.M
Say if I do the night shift back at that place, will you come with me?
I pressed send and now I just gotta wait for a response. Though, he's probably at work, I might not get it as soon as I'm hoping.
"So a friend that's willing? So how long would I have to be night shift?" I ask.
"Two days."
A chill exploded in me, hugging my arms together. Two days of praying for death to be merciful and not kill me yet? I really shouldn't be doing this but now thinking back of some company and actually double my chances of living..it was conflicting.
Just then, my phone shook around the table, realizing Dylan probably texted back. I pick it up and look at the message recieved.
From:Dylan
Sent:5/13/2019; 2:35 P.M
I thought u didnt want to work there anymore. I can come with u but when
I smile faintly. I outta thank him for this.
"When do you want me start?" I ask, trying to hide the smile that was starting to form.
"If you can, midnight today?"
I gasp, he wanted me to start right away?
"Tonight?" I ask nervously, looking at the half filled cup. I took into my hands and drank the rest of the substance.
To:Dylan
Sent:5/13/2019; 2:37 P.M
Today at midnight? And I'm only doing it for like two days before I get another position in there or find for a backup job.
"So,are you willingly to do it? I can pay around nine dollars a hour instead of four."
Since I'm only doing it for a short amount of time, I get paid at least twice as much as I was going to get before. Wow, what an asshole. I quickly check to the new message before it had enough time to wiggle my phone around.
From:Dylan
Sent:5/13/2019; 2:37 P.M
Oh sure. Id like to see this for myself.
Alrighty then, at least I won't die alone.
"I better get paid by the end of this. I'm bringing a friend with me." I say sternly.
"So we've got a deal?" He asks, his hand reached out for a handshake.
Why am I doing this? I've been having chronic nightmares, I almost got killed, got under-paid, and I'm now endangering another person's life if I shake that hand. I said I wouldn't do it but..two days won't kill me, right? I barely survived the last one but now I have somebody who'll have my back. I'm going to get like at least one-hundred bucks out of it in the end. I'm going to regret the answer I'll give.
"You've got a deal.." I say, shaking his hand.
"Welcome back to Freddy's!" He laughs, oblivious to the terror that showed on my face.
