Michael Schmidt enjoyed his job as a waiter in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. This wasn't because of the messy children, or the terrible pay, or the creepy animatronics that sang cringe-inducing songs. Nope, it was because of his co-workers.
They made his job more entertaining. There was the prize corner's cashier, a small and chubby woman with a fairly dark skin, icy blue eyes, and short brown hair that curved around her face like a helmet, held down by a head band. The small lady would always talk with Mike when he was close, telling stories about children she had met, and helping him out with anything he needed.
Another co-worker was this thin woman who worked as a waitress. She had long, straight, lavender hair (possibly dyed), piercing magenta eyes, and fairly wide hips. The waitress was fairly cantankerous, screaming with her thick Boston accent at whoever bumped her and almost made her drop the meal that she was carrying. Still, when she was in a good mood, she was fun to hang out with, cracking jokes and terrible puns just to annoy any other waiters close to her.
Possibly his favorite co-worker was one of the chefs, and blond girl, possibly in her mid-20's, with lavender eyes. She always used her blond hair on a bun, possibly to not get any hair on her magnificent pizzas. If you were lucky enough to get one of her pizzas, you would be sent to pizza heaven when taking a bite. The reason why Mike likes her the most, it's because she always gave a slice of pizza to him when he was on brake. The bubbly girl did this to every employee, which made her the most popular of the chefs.
Then there was the security. Even though she was supposed to be "under-cover", the 30-something woman was very recognizable, with her untamed red hair, watching golden eyes, and Irish accent. If anyone tried stealing anything, the guard would sprint to them with a super-human speed. It was impossible to escape from her. When the red-head wasn't stalking and tackling, she was talking with the others employees or playing with the children.
As fun as these ladies were, they had an… odd tendency. Whenever the animatronics had to perform, they disappeared. Mike would hear his co-workers joke about how they would turn into the animatronics and perform for the children. Ridiculous.
One day, while Mike was cleaning some tables before closing time, he heard his name being called over the intercom, telling him to go to his boss's office. After he finished with the table he was cleaning, he speed-walked towards the office, hoping this was something quick.
"Do you need anything, Mr. Cawthon?" asked the waiter, opening the door.
"Ah, Mr. Schmidt, please come in" answered Mr. Cawthon, a man in a light blue vest.
After sitting down, the boss continued; "Michael, how would you like to earn a little more money?"
Mike was surprised by this. Mr. Cawthon wasn't the one to give raises due to the pizzeria's economic problems.
"Uh, sure" Mike hesitated a bit.
"Magnificent! Then listen to my offer; the night guard just recently quit, and I need a new one."
"Why not just post an ad on the newspaper?"
"The thing is, too many night guards I have hired in the past have either quit on the first night, or just disappear, never to be seen again. I prefer to trust on the employees I already have, and you're my most loyal waiter."
"Oh, uh, alright. When do I start?"
"Monday. Come here at 9 pm"
"Of course"
"Thank you Mr. Schmidt"
And with that Mike left. 'Alright, a second job, and as a night guard, sounds pretty easy'. Mike still remembers how wrong he was.