Welcome to your Office

Amice

Footsteps come dashing down the hall and Mikey emerges from the darkness, panting. "What? What is it? Are they moving already?" I shake my head in disgust. "No. Look at this!" I hold my hands out in a sweeping motion. Mikey surveys the room with a pale face. "What is this shit? Where are the doors?" I snort and flap my arms wildly. "There are none! No wonder Sarah got fucked by the stupid things, How was she supposed to defend herself?!" I sigh and run a hand through my hair, shaking it out of it's ponytail. I take out my phone and speedial Mikey, then click the facetime option. Mikey digs his phone out of his pocket. "Why are you calling me? I'm right here." I raise an eyebrow. "Facetime, remember? I promised." Mikey smiles sheepishly and clicks the 'accept' button. "Right. Well… I should probably go and let the new guy in…" I nod. "Yeah. See you at Six, little fox cub." Mikey nods, then rushes over to me and gives me a bone-crushing hug. I wheeze and pat his back. "Mikey… Lungs…." He drops me and I bend over, taking in a deep breath. "Sorry. I'll just go." He turns, but I grab his wrist. I smile reassuringly and lock eyes with him. "Hey, don't worry. Both of us will make it."

Mikey nods and turns, walking back into the darkness. I glance at the clock. 11:40. Jeremy had better hurry the fuck up. I lift my phone up and listen to the sound of the glass door being pushed open through the speaker. "Ah, hello. You must be Jeremy, the new nightguard. "Uh… Yes, yes sir." "Please, just call me Mike." "Uh.. ok… Mike." "Now, I'm going to give you the key to the restaurant, alright?" "Alright. T-thank you, Mike." I sigh. Mike's voice is shaking a bit. It's obvious this is painful for him. And Jeremy sounds like a big wuss. Fan-fucking-tastic. This job isn't for the faint-hearted. "Now, there are a couple of rules." "O-ok." "The first one is 'always get into your office before twelve." "Oh… alright?" "The second one is 'Never fall asleep.'" "Got it." "And the last rule is the most important. Are you listening?" "Yes si- Yes, Mike." "Ok. The last, most Important rule is…. Never, EVER, under ANY circumstances, leave the office. Not even if you see someone wandering around the restaurant." "B-but-" "NEVER, Jeremy. Do you understand me?" "Not really…" "*sigh*.Just don't do it. You'll understand soon. Now, here are the keys…" The jangle of keys sounds, and I glance up at the clock again. "Alright. Now get to your office as fast as you can." "Oh… ok…" The sound of footsteps. "Actually, kid, come here." The rustle of fabric. "Uh, Mike, Why are you hugging me?" "Don't worry about it, kid. You'll do great, ok?" "O-ok…" "You'll be fine. Ok. Alright. Have…. Have a good night." I bite my knuckles, tears welling up in my eyes. Poor little fox cub. I glance up at the soft sound of footsteps coming my way. Once again, a figure emerges from the darkness. Wearing a light blue suit and a cap that says 'NIGHTWATCH', Jeremy Fitzgerald stops and stares at me. I quickly observe his features.

He has light brown hair and blue eyes, with freckles spilling across the bridge of his nose onto both of his cheeks. His build is slightly feminine, but he has lithe muscles that are barely discernable. I think he runs. That's a good thing when you work here. I smile and extend my arms to either side of the office, reclining in the swivel chair.

"Welcome to your office, and to the Freddy Fazbear family! I just have to say…." I lean forwards in the chair. "Kid… you made an absolutely HORRIBLE career choice."