Dollface and Friends

by coconut78

Dollface is the average small-town 80s teen. She's obsessed with KISS, lives with her grandparents, and her best friend is an escapee from the county asylum. When Dollface and her friends are hired at Freddy's it's like a dream come true. But is it really? (This story isn't upsetting but does develop mildly disturbing imagery and hints at abuse. This story is safe for most readers)

39. Silence Before a Storm

Sitting on an overturned pickle bucket in the back storage room turned dressing room among cases of generic tomato sauce and bales of napkins, Dollface calmed herself by setting the finishing touches on her makeup: bright blue eyeshadow, red lips, too much eyeliner, taking things slow to hype herself up for tonight's performance.

Studying herself in the tiny mirror she held in one hand as her friends chattered around her preparing for the evening show, Dollface winced: she looked like Tammy Faye Bakker and a clown had a baby.

Ew.

Still, considering how the day started with a whiny sister and greasy gas station breakfast biscuits, today had been a surprising success.

The reason?

Regina had been out of Dollface's hair for most of it, filling balloons with Thorne and String Bean to get ready for the lunch crowd.

Poor String Bean! While Thorne fled into the kitchen to wash last night's dishes because Afton had fired the dishwasher for no visible reason, she'd had to teach the sullen Regina how to do EVERYTHING, including that if you don't immediately tie a balloon shut after filling it with helium, it goes flying around the room and you'll have to refill it, which is funny the first time, but not the fifteenth as Afton yells at you because helium COST MONEY.

Money down the crapper aside, cheapass Afton thought Regina's frustrated squeals as she chased renegade balloons around the main dining room were adorable, and insisted that she and the other waitresses be included in the show from now on.

Great, now Dollface really couldn't get away from the stupid bitch.

The same stupid bitch, Dollface had to admit, who so far hadn't busted them to Afton for what they were about to do tonight with that big city marketing team in the audience.

"Ow!" Dollface started. Blinking, she groped for a tissue, now she REALLY looked like Tammy Faye minus the boo hoo! Anyway, thanks to the St. Louis-based marketing research firm their boss had hired, the future of the Fazbear Girls was firmly in the hands of their Friday night debut in front of a buttload of bored rich families with kids from St. Louis on their way to the hillbilly playground known as Branson, lured in by the gaudy new billboards along I-44.

"One minute to curtains, girls!" Afton stuck his head in the door, "And make it good. I paid a lot of money for Dewey, Chetham, and Howe to come to the middle of nowhere to tell me how to make this dump pay!"