Yet again, characters not mine and you own yourself! This applies to the other chapter as well (just too lazy to fix document again)
A small cold draft hit me as I stood there, worrying of the fate for the child. I hoped she didn't get in trouble because of my stupidity? Who in the right mind would trust a 4 year old to ask an adult about something! I should of just thought it through and found her mother. Then speak to her and tell her that we could go and have fun... But then there is that chance where they will say no because I am a stranger. It would be almost like a murder coming to the mother saying 'Hey, I am going to kill your child, is that alright?' and the parent agreeing!
My thoughts were interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see a large man, maybe in his late 40's. His blue eyes sparkled with youth while his black and gray hair showed his age. Few wrinkles adorned on his face. He was relatively 6 feet tall and wore blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt.
"Y/n, may I speak to you in privacy?" he asked with a small smile. His voice, oh dear.
My backbone straightened to hold a proud posture as I spoke, "Sure, Mr. Fazbear." My boss nodded at my respect before turning. I followed him to his office. He went behind his desk and sat down as I sat down in the plush seat across from him. The room was quite neat to my surprise. The old oak desk had perfectly stacked papers and documents. On the walls showed the proudly displayed sketches of the animatronics, showing why and how they should be made.
A small cough caught my attention and I stared at the speaker, "As you know, Vincent has been arrested for publicly humiliating and sexually harassing a follow employee." A shiver went through my spine as my mind erupted with those horrid memories of him. The smile of mine fell away as he continued. "I am low in employees, and have no guard for the night shift. You shall get a promotion. Yes, you shall work day shift but very, very little. From 10:00 P.M to 6:00 A.M, you shall work. 10-11:45 you shall be janitor but by 12-6 you shall be night guard."
That isn't much of a promotion! I enjoy seeing those kids! I enjoy watching Debby! I held my tongue back from saying such words. I knew that it can very well possibly make me unable to get a dollar or two per hour. With a sigh, I nodded for him to continue.
"All you have to do is fill out this paperwork and you shall start tomorrow. Get here at 9:30 sharp so that the other employees can help you out." he said as he shuffled some papers. Soon, he pulled out a stapled paper and handed it to me with a pen already connected to the top. I stared down at the paper as he pointed to a line with an X.
"Sign here, please." he asked. I just followed what he said and signed, not even reading what the paper said. Once done signing all that needed signed, he took the paper away and waved me off. I jumped up to my feet and went out of his office in a horried pace only to stop at the outside of the door. Two little rascals were playing around in the area they shouldn't. So, slamming the door behind me to catch their attention, I walked over to them. They seemed to almost cower but I put on a warm smile. I hated seeing kids being frightened.
"Your not supposed to back here, boys." I say. They seemed to look shocked. Probably didn't see the 'Employee Only' signs. I crouched down to their level to make me seem less intimidating. It seemed to work a bit as they loosed up in the muscles.
"Hey, I heard that o'l Foxy is having a show right now. If you hurry up, you can both meet him!" I whispered, acting like a secret agent. Their eyes glowed in excitement before they ran off, hopefully going to the show. I stood up and was going to see if the boys were actually doing what I hoped, but a growl stopped me in my tracks. My stomach cramped as it growled once more.
Screw the time, it's Break Time. I thought, my hunger finally getting to me. I wasted no time to go to the kitchen, seeing the cooks cooking. Remembering what the boss said on the phone, I quickly started looking for the head cook. Few of the cooks looked at me in confusion before I just sighed, giving up on just basing on looks.
"W-Who's the umm.." I was getting nervous from the watchful eyes.
"Looking for me?" A girl asked with a chirp. I looked at the blonde haired girl as she smiled wide.
"You're the chef?" I questioned. She nodded as she smiled.
"Yeper! What'cha want? Cheese, peperoni, pineapple?" she asked. The chef almost sounded like she knew I worked here. Saved me time from explaining at least.
" Umm, (Favorite Pizza), please." I responded. She nodded and I watched her get to work. She got some dough from the fridge and not even ten minutes later, she had the piece of pizza handed to me. No wonder why she was called the head chef! She could cook quicker than me.
Saying my thanks, I turned and went to the break room. Few other employees were there, including Scott. I wasted no time to sit down near him, wearing a wide smile.
"Hi Scott!" I chimed. He looked at me and had that feeling of smiling.
"Hello y/n. How have you been so far without Vincent?" he questioned as I took a bite of the pizza. It was greasy, but good. My mouth salivated as I swallowed my first bite quickly.
"Pretty great. Had fun with a little girl. She asked me to play with her so I did with the adults permission.." I replied. My gut fell down from those thoughts, but I continued on my food in a hurried state.
"Huh. Not many do that. I think the boss would be proud of you if he caught word of this!" Scott exclaimed. He won't when he gets the mother's side! I thought. A bell chimed to signal that breaks were over, but I continued my food.
"Y/n we need to get to work." Scott insisted as he stood up. I crammed the crust in my mouth and stood up, swallowing it. I rubbed my throat from slight pain it caused before smiling at him.
"Sorry, just wanted to finish my food. I'm fine now!" I say before gave a small wave. I turned and high tailed it out, going straight to my post between Kid's Cove and the stage. Both parties were giving their final shows seeing how it is 9:30. Scott walked by and was going to the storage room. He came out later with a box. When he walked by, I ended my curiosity and peered into the box seeing that it was only a box of plushies. Hmm, Arcade must of ran out. I thought before noticing a bunch of kids walk out in a drowsy manner. They went to the stage while Freddy and the gang gave their farewell as the parents were leaving with there children of either one, two, three, and more.
My eyes went to the lone Fox, who seemed to be just standing there. No, not just standing there. It was staring at me. Tensed, I watched as the animatronic's glossy metal seemed to go a small tint darker than normal. I wasted no time to look at it in the eyes, not wanting to see the more sinister look. It's yellow eye changed to pitch black with a red white dot in the middle of it, staring into the deepest part of my soul. He raised a hook that dripped of blood as his mouth open, showing his brightly pearly white canines. His head twitched quite a few times. A red liquid slowly fell out as I saw something beginning to squirm inside the deepest part of its mouth. A black shadow came slowly out, a shadow of a child's hand.
Something clamped down on my shoulder and I let out a ear shattering scream as I whipped around, facing a worried Scott. He let go of my shoulder as he rubbed the side of his phone head.
"Hey, sorry for scarring you. Your shift has ended and umm.. A car upfront is waiting for you." He quaked, almost like I yelled at him.
My body shook as I spoke, "Oh umm, yeah! thanks for telling me. Plus, I am still a bit nervous because of what happened earlier today." He nodded and gently patted my shoulder in reassurance before turning and went to help out at the arcade side. I looked over my shoulder to where demonic Foxy was only to see no blood, no shadow, not anything except him looking straight at the ground like he was shut off for the night. A sigh escaped my lips as I ran out of the pizzeria as quickly as I can.
Just as Scott said, a car was parked right outside of the building, my car was. A man was in the driver's side as I ran over and hopped into my car. Arthur looked at me with a wide smile as he started up my car and drove off. I looked at my husband. His brown hair was slicked back with it being slightly spiky in the back while his mustache was neatly trimmed. He wore a black tuxedo with a white rose in his pocket. He smelled of cologne, but one that made him seem like a gentleman and not some teenager from the past.
"How was work?" he asked. I looked him in the eyes as they remained on the road.
"It was great without Vincent around. I even played with a little girl." I watched as Arthur grinned.
"That's great honey." he replied. I looked out on the road and noticed we past our house. My head followed our home till it was out of my sight before I looked at him.
"Arthur, where are we going?" I asked. He hummed but refused to answer. With a glare, I went to look outside, but a gentle grip on my shoulder pulled me sideways. My head crashed into something warm that smelled of spices. I looked up to a smiling husband.
"You'll see, but it's a surprise." he beamed. I tried to look out the windshield, but his grip on my shoulder kept me held in place. I wonder where we are going.. Maybe to the movies? That would be really nice. I thought. I felt him slow down and turned before his grip on my shoulder ceased. His hand released me before I could see no more. My senses spiked as I felt something tied behind my head. A door slam was heard before I heard one open next to me. I sat up straight as something warm and gentle picked up my hand and urged me out of my seat.
Once up, I let out a small squeak as someone picked me up and held me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around their neck as they walked off at a quick paste. The cologne still smelled of spices, so I put full trust on Arthur as he carried me off to the place.
Not even 15 minutes later, my feet hit the ground rather roughly. The blind fold was slowly taken off, causing moonlight to hit my eyes.
"Surprise." A small whisper was in my ear. My eyes adjusted as I stared in complete surprise and awe. Arthur walked to the blanket laid on the ground and sat down with the brown basket sitting beside him. Trees surrounded both sides of us and upfront having at a small ledge, peering over on the town. The full moon shone brightly over the town, and even us. The trees had a light blue hue from it while flashes of small lights floated around us. Lightning bugs. I noticed Arthur patting beside him and I wasted no time to plop down next to him. He opened the brown basket and handed me something, my favorite sub! He pulled out some drinks and handed me a (Favorite Drink, doesn't matter if it is alcoholic or not. I smiled at him before eating as he popped open a Wattie's Orange Fruit Drink.
We spent almost two and a half hours out here, and both had a blast. Talked lots, joked around, and even cuddled. Right now, we were making our way to the car all grins and sunshine. It was a great time off day, and I even told him my promotion that he congratulated me many times. We said not a word as he opened the car door for me but I went around and got in the driver's side. He gave me a quizzical look but I only returned a grand smile.
"You drove me here, I can drive back. It had to take a lot of time for you to think of me like this." I say as he got in. I started up the car and revved up the engine just a bit before driving off. Doing a U-turn, I started heading the path we took. He smiled at me and I glanced over in question.
"You know, I made the right choice to marry you." he seemed almost to purr at those words. I smiled wide.
"And I made a great choice to say yes."
"Yes, yes you did." he chuckled. I drove at a quick rate, wanting to get home to have some 'bed time' with him. My mind and body was anxious at that small thought.
"Y/n, I have been wondering." I heard Arthur start and I eye balled him.
"What is it?" I edged him on. My curiosity getting the best of me.
"How would you react to adopting a child?" he asked. My eyes widened before I looked at him and my eyes never left him. A grin was plastered on my face.
"A-Are we?!" I practically yelled out, joy in my voice. He smiled.
"Yes. I love you more than this world can offer, so why not get a child of our own?" he questioned and My mind whirled as I stared at him, my chest exploding in joy 10x over and over. It was rather painful. He really is going to do it! I wonder who we are adopting. Oh I can't wait! Maybe a little boy? No, a girl. Maybe both? No, 3 or 4 of each!
My thoughts thundered as I was too excited to hear his cry of warning saying, "Watch out!"
