Faith looked up at the building, not wanting to move. But she had to, she had a job to do. So she walked in, wrinkling her nose at the instant reek of microwaved pizza, motor oil, and unbathed children.

"Are you Claire Owens?" a voice somehow laced with static said next to her. She spun around and stopped short at the man who spoke.

"Um. yep. That's me." Faith replied, staring at the man's head.

The man stuck out a hand. "My name's Scott Cawthon. If you're here for a job, I'll be your boss."

Faith took Scott's hand and shook it, still staring at his head. "Something wrong?" Scott asked.

"Your head. It's a phone." Faith stuttered.

"Yeah." Scott shrugged. "Any issue with that? Because you can leave. I'd actually recommend that. Leaving."

"No. it's just a bit unusual to see anyone who's head is literally a bright red rotary phone."

"Yep." Scott agreed amiably. "You wanted a job, right? Follow me." Faith followed him back to a prize corner close to the entrance. "I have to be professional now. Darn. Welcome to the New and Improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It's not actually new. Or improved. There's over 50 locations, you can't expect them all to be new and improved! Leave me alone!" he looked up. Or jerked his head upwards, Faith had no idea where his eyes were. "I mean… uh… welcome to your new summer job here!"

"It's great to be here." Faith replied.

"You're a natural liar! That's great! We need those! Anyway, you're in the prize corner right now. It's the closest room in the pizzeria to the main entrance. Here you can swap tokens for prizes. We pay our workers exclusively in tokens here."

Faith looked back up at Scott, snapping back to attention. "I… kinda want cash."

"Well, I kinda want to see my family again, but dreams don't always come true. On a completely different subject, would you like a small tour, so you can see what there is to do around here?"

"Sure." Faith said, wondering if there was anything new from the last time she had a Freddy's gig.

"Very well then, follow me!" Scott said, spinning around to a different area that was crowded with cheap-looking tables and chairs. "Welcome to the dining area! Here you can serve pizza to kids, perform in a suit, and give kids cake while wearing a suit!" he then ran to a stage with three animatronics perched on it. Two looked in perfect condition, but one was missing a good most of its face and an arm.

"This is the Show Stage! Here, you can perform with the robots in a suit and help maintain the robots. We hope you're a good performer! The bad ones… generally aren't seen again, if you catch my drift…"

Yeah, that's not surprising. "That one isn't looking too good." Faith said, pointing at the remnants of what appeared to be a rabbit.

Scott nodded. "Bonnie? Yeah, his face should be around somewhere. If you find it, put it back where it belongs. Don't make a pizza with his face like the last guy did." he looked around. "By the way, this is location #47, I think. It's somewhere in Colorado, but we have locations all over western America! The only reason I bring this up is, please don't say anything about what happened in Arizona to the customers. Please."

I'm going to have to find out what happened in Arizona. "My mouth is sealed."

"Good!" Scott went to a smaller room branching out from the stage where rows of arcade games stood. "This is the arcade! Customers can play 'Breadbear', which is a game designed by the company. If you win, you get tokens!" he stopped short. "Um. one of the games, 'Happiest Day' I think it's called, is broken. If you feel you can repair it, go pick up a wrench at the prize corner and fix it up!"

Faith said nothing.

"Okay, let's head on over to Pirate's Cove!" Scott said, turning and walking briskly to what appeared to be a smaller show stage. When they had both arrived, Scott spun to face Faith, spreading his arms grandly. "This is the actually new and improved Pirate's Cove! We made it super kid friendly by adding a healthy salad bar!"

"Don't kids hate salad?"

"I know. That's mostly so their mothers think there's food here other than month-old frozen pizza." Scott said, turning back to the entryway to the Pirate's Cove. I am never eating here.

"This is our restroom corridor! It's where we keep our restrooms. Obviously. We also have a room that's locked for customers in this hallway. Duck in there to change into suits. Most people use it to do things that customers would rather not see, like dying in a springlocked suit. So it's locked. Sometimes Freddy's isn't always as secure as it looks."

Oh, buddy, it doesn't look safe. I'll play innocent, though. Oh well. "Freddy's isn't safe?"

"W-why of course it is! There's nothing wrong with this place! Stop asking so many questions, or you'll end up with the others, in the dumpster outside."

"Wait what?" Faith couldn't quite understand what he had just implied. Or said outright, really.

"I think I mentioned this before, but that room is where you suit up! Yeah, you've got to wear one of the mascot suits. I left a tape… uh… listen to it, why don't you?"

"Which character is it?" Faith asked. "Is it Freddy? Bonnie? Foxy?"

"No." Scott said glumly. "There were too many… incidents…" he stopped talking for a moment, then started back again with just as much energy as he'd had before. "Anyway, we have two currently available. We used to have a bear suit and a rat suit, but those two were thrown into the bin for smelling like slaughtered toddlers."

That's not surprising at all.

"Anyway, we've got two replacement suits! Don't… question them… they were gotten on short notice, they may not be… 100%... appropriate."

Jesus, this place sucks.

But what did I expect from a Freddy's?

"This is our kitchen! You can make our cheap frozen pizza here! When you make them, try to deliver them to the dining area. Don't just leave them to get moldy, no one's going to move them. If you make an actual pizza, I'll pay you a few extra tokens!" Scott said, gesturing towards a grimy kitchen with an old woman trying to kill roaches. He waited until Faith had gotten a good look at the place, and then moved on.

"This is the office hallway! There's two rooms here, to the right is the Security Office, also generally locked for customers. I'll show you there in a second." he then pointed to the door directly opposite to it. "That room is locked. Go in there and you're fired. We have something… locked in there."

Faith nodded. "Noted."

"Good. Because we will fire you. Provided what's in it doesn't get out. Then there might be nothing left to fire."

They moved on to the office.

"This is the office, it's discouraged to spend a lot of time here. I'm allowed, of course. But you aren't. Before I hire you, I have to ask you a few questions. Any past in crime?"

Faith wondered how much the security in the place had slipped, and wanted to say something absurd along the lines of I get my kicks from slaughtering toddlers, but decided against it. "Not that I know of, sir."

"Excellent! You gotta sign this piece of paper. Nothing too intimidating, we all signed it."

Faith scanned the sheet of paper. Same old same old. The company isn't responsible if you die in a springlocked suit, you aren't allowed to leave. "Sure." She signed the paper.

Scott clapped his hands together. "Hooray. The business stuff is finally over. Time to go over what you gotta do today. Your job is to entertain and possibly feed kids in one of our magnificent springlock suits."

Faith nodded. "Okay."

"Yep! Isn't that neat! No strings attached! Just deadly springlocks…" he stopped for a moment, shifting his weight. "I'm forgetting something. Um. Oh right! You can only take the suit off in the safe room! You wouldn't want to ruin the magic for the kiddins! Never take the suit off outside of that room! Especially under heavy blood-loss."

"Wa-"

"Anyway, you know the room is at the end of the hallway, so no further instruction is needed! You might want to listen to the tapes, though…" Scott's voice drifted off, almost as if there were bad reception in the area. "See ya! And remember the company motto, 'Sweep it under the rug, it's probably fine!"

That is the worst company motto I've heard in a very long time. It is very Freddy's, though.

Faith wandered back to the kitchen, where the old woman was still trying to eradicate every single roach in the near vicinity. One of the ovens dinged. Since the woman didn't even look up, Faith took the sad excuse for a pizza out of the oven and headed to the dining room with it, then put it on a table and watched as six-year-olds demolished it within just about five seconds.

"Pepperoni pizza! A classic!" a voice Faith easily identified as Scott's said from behind her. She jumped, spinning around to face her boss. "Good job. Here, have like 50 tokens." he put it on the table and left, one bouncing to the ground. Faith picked it up, a flash of blue under the table catching her eye. She reached towards it, fingers brushing metal and fake fur snagging it with a fingernail and dragging it to where she could see it. Part of a metal robot's head stared back at her. That must belong to Bonnie. She grabbed the rest of the tokens and headed to the show stage with Bonnie's head. Only Freddy was actually performing, Bonnie lurking slightly backstage. Faith put his face back.

"'Ere you go, Bonnie, now you've got a complete head. Now let's work on finding your arm."

"Thank." Bonnie said.

"Welc." Faith replied, unfazed.

Faith started to head to the prize corner, looking at the man distributing giant slinkies to eager children that could pay. His wide smile never wavered, and seemed somewhat unsettling. She decided to talk to him sometime later. She started heading to the saferoom, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

"You must be the newbie." a man in the back of the room said. It was just bright enough that Faith could see his purple shirt and a flash of red hair, but no more than that.

"Yeah. My name's Claire." Faith replied cautiously. He was the reason she was there, and she made a mental note not to agree with anything he said.

"How do you like it here at Freddy's?"

"It's no different from the other locations I've been in. I'm used to it."

"Well that's good. Because you're going to be here a long time."

"And why is that?"

The man stepped out of the shadows, revealing his sunken eyes and gaunt frame. "Because no worker gets out of here, unless the place is closed. Unless they're in a body bag, that is."

"That sounds illegal." Faith said. Same deal, different location.

"Well, kid. I have a business proposition."

"I'm not a kid."

"Hear me out. I wanna leave this place, but the company has dirt on me, so I can't turn my back on them. You're a clean slate, though. I need a pair of unwatched hands to do some dirty work. If you can do this for me, I'll reward you… nicely."

"No."

The man, despite her protests, kept talking. "Back in the day, I got a Freddy's shut down in Utah for murdering some toddlers in a suit. I'm being watched, so I'd rather not get my hands dirty. You're new-blood, so they won't suspect you of doin' that. You lure, let's say, five kids back here, and kill them wearing a costume, all at once. I'll make it worth your while."

"No."

The man sighed, walking towards her, putting on an animatronic suit. "I don't think you've realized the mistake you've just made." he hissed, putting on a mask and leaving the room.

Faith's first thought was to stay where she was. She could stop him before anyone died. If she stayed where she was. But then she started to worry about if the man would kill her and the children anyway. That wasn't what she promised she would do. So she left to find Scott.

And was blocked from moving any further by an old man.

"Hello. I am the health inspector."

Oh, for god's sake, make this poor man leave before he has a heart attack at this place.

Scott turned to the hallway Faith and the health inspector were in, audibly gasped, then exclaimed "Oh, God, not him! He'll shut us down again! I gotta go throw away the moldy pizzas! Whatever you do, don't let him shut us down!" he turned around, and almost sprinted towards the kitchen.

"Is that man's head a phone?" the health inspector asked.

"Uh, yeah. Kind of is." Faith replied drily.

"That sounds like a health hazard. Especially for him."

"What do you mean, 'especially for him'?" Faith said absently, trying to stop him from looking around any further.

"I saw a robot drip blood and mucus out of its mouth! I saw Fredbear in the back! We told you guys to throw it in the bin! I am afraid I will have to fail you guys."

"Uh- um, what if we made a deal?"

The old man stopped. "Like what?"

"Um…" Faith frantically looked for anything, anything she could give the health inspector. "How about I give you… let's say, 50 Faz-Tokens?"

The health inspector smiled, showing exactly too little teeth. "Okay, sure, we have a deal!" Faith handed over the tokens. "See you!"

"Bye."

Scott ran back to Faith, where she assumed he still thought the health inspector was. Faith quickly explained what had happened.

"Good work, employee! If at first you don't succeed, bribe the health inspector!" he paused. "That is how the saying goes, right? Anyway. You've got one favor now. Find me and you can use it up! We probably have to wrap up and close soon, though." Scott checked his watch. "Yeah. you won't be able to use it until tomorrow. See you later." Scott disappeared in the direction of the dining area.

Faith checked the time herself. Yay, I can leave soon. She started to head to the prize corner. The prize man was alone, standing there with the same wide grin as when he was with the children. "Um… hi. I'm Claire."

"Hi! I'm Matt! I work here! Everyone loves me! Give me tokens and I'll give you prizes!" he said quickly, maintaining the same haunted smile.

"You're going to die a virgin."

"I'm not going to die, friend." Matt replied.

"I'm not your friend." Faith turned and left the prize corner. Scott and the man in purple had started ushering people out the door, and Faith followed their example, helping a mother collect her kids. One of her sons was missing. Scott managed to get his family out the door and started to look for the woman's child, telling Faith to help the man in purple, who he referred to as Dave. Huh. He doesn't look like a Dave, Faith thought as she helped him kick out a particularly stubborn family. Dave shot Faith a dirty look.

Did he… did he kill them?

Faith left as soon as she could.