HEY THERE AGAIN YOU GUYS
BB: OMG THIS CHAPTER I GET A GIRL/BOYFRIEND YAYAYYAYAYYA (I am Lorde, Yayaya...)
ME: NOT IN A LONG A SHOT B*TCH (pulls out a rifle and shoots him in the head)
BB: ILL BE BACK I'M LORDE SATAN (badum tshh) AND . . AND ONCE I GET BACK I'M GETTING THAT SWEET BOOTY OF YOURS
ME: OOKAY, NOW back to the story
MONDAY NIGHT ALA POV
Looking in the mirror after putting on my uniform, I think it could look better. It looks like an old thing they keep reausing, thats why it's so baggy around my thin frame. And who the heck had the great idea to put the word 'Freddy' right on my boobs? God, men are stereotypical I mean come on, this is a kids place. I lift up my arms. Is that a blood stain? WTF? No, probably pizza sauce, after all it is a pizzeria, right? Wait, since I am working here at night, that means no one is there, and no one will see what I'm wearing... I immediately run to my small dresser and go in the pajama drawer, pulling out the first thing available, which is a onesie that's supposed to be an owl, and stuff it in a plaid bag I got from a birthday. I also grab a couple Mountain Dews ,(if you're in another country that doesn't have mountain dew, just imagine it's your fav soda. I'm american, sorry if you get confused with some of the things I mean.) a flashlight, extra batteries, and my old iPhone 4 with a charger, cause that b*tch's juice runs out quick. I would get a new one, but I have to finish that thing for my siblings first. I check my watch. "HOLy DinoBalls, its 11:00! I say aloud. I run to the kitchen, grabbing the bike lock on the counter, yelling a quick 'bye' to my dad on the couch, before heading out the door. My bike is leaning on the front porch, so I throw my bag over my shoulder, put on a helmet (safety before rapety (wtf did I just do)), and pedal as fast as possible to the address, 2017 Swish Lane. After 30 minutes or so, I arrive at the pizzeria, and it looked FREAKING HUGE! I opened it up, to see 2 people standing there talking.
"Oh, you must be Ala. My name is Mr. Schultiz, but call me Noah. This is your co-worker, Ala, and Ala, meet your co-worker, Mike." The second person turned around, to reveal Mike, in a really tight t-shirt. He opened his mouth in shock, but what surprised me most is: "He was about to give me a tour, until you arrived, so should we begin?" he said, putting his arm around me like we were chums. "Yes, and after the tour you can switch uniforms, I handed you the wrong ones. Oops." Noah said, with an awkward laugh turned serious quick. He than quickly gave us a tour, and showed us which animatronics was which. You start to remember going to this place before it was closed. Foxy caused the bite of 87' after the murder, and the place shut down for 10 years. "Where is the old animatronics? If I remember correctly, Bonnie was never blue, and what's with the Balloon Boy-thingy and the jack in the box" I say curiously. "Well, we decided to get new animatronics so they are more, err, family friendly. Also, the jack in the box and the balloon passer are new 'side' attractions, I guess you could say." Noah said with quotation marks. I shrug, whatever works. "Hey," says Mike,"Is that storage room where the old animatronics are?" "Oh, yes, but um don't worry about them." Noah says really quickly, which surprised me quite a bit. "Oh, it's 11:50, I should leave you guys to change. And, don't worry I only explained who is who," I just realized he forgot to tell us what to do, which totally piss(a)ed me off!(OMFG I JUST HAD TO DO THAT :D) "Don't worry, we have someone calling you at the start of your shifts. Anyway go get dressed! Don't want you, um, uncomfortable during your shift." Noah finished, before running out turned off the lights, went outside, and locking the doors behind him.
"Well, lets get dressed in the Employee room's lockers, and ok?" I said awkwardly after a moment's silence. "Oh, yeah sure. Hey, do the animatronics look a little creepy after the lights are turned off?" "Uh, I actually don't know, I find them quite nice looking. They were obviously paid a lot of money for. After, you know, the incident." "Oh, yeah." We head to the locker room and get dressed (in separate stalls creepos... or are they? *queue eyebrow wiggle). I knew the animatronics looked pretty scary in the night, but for some really weird reason, I felt like they were watching me. I take off Mike's new uniform and throw it over my door, which to he put mine over it instead. I wish I still had Mike's new one, this one smelt like Irish Spring soap, and blood for an odd reason. I hope he is not like on his man period or something, and decided to do it on his shirt. Now that I think about it, why is he working this job? Isn't he like freaking rich or something? Now that I look at this shirt, it needs some good washing, and I cannot wear this at all. I take the onesie and put it on, throwing the hood over my head, covering most of my head. I put on my coverse and walk out of the stall. "You saw the blood, huh?" Mike saw me as I walk out. "Yeah, so I wore this instead, pretty cool, huh?" I ask jokingly. "Yeah, hey let's just say what happens here, stays here?" "Yeah, definitely."
We start walking over to the office, and once we got in the clock finally struck 12, we sat in the chairs. Mike was nice, and let me have the leather office chair, while he got the lawn chair next to it. We looked at the desk, saw a flashlight, a empty Freddy head, and some mixed papers from the day shift guy. The phone starts ringing, and Mike picks it up and puts it next to our ears, making our head pressed against each other.
QUICK A/N HERE, ITALICIZED BELOW IS P.G., and BOLD IS WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY.
Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path. "Wow, so exciting.." I say, Mike lets out a small chuckle, but quiets as the guy starts talking again.
Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat? -clears throught, But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you. "Haha, that's hilarious. This will be easy as pie right Ala?" Mike says, bringing out 2 Dr. Peppers, handing one to me.
Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. I look down at the papers in front of me, kinda bloody, oh shit, that must be the old night guards blood, but why?Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. "HELL YEAH IT'S A KIDS PLACE!'' Mike shouts, spewing his soda all over. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds."Well, that's pretty easy, right?" I say. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them. "WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS AND CALL ME MIKE THAN!" said Mike. Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out. "There's only one head though..." Mike says.
Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. "No shit." I say. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.
"Well, we should be good, except who will get the head? GOD I never thought I would say that." Mike says. I giggle a bit at this, and look at the computer and check the cameras. I go to the jack-in-the-box camera and see a puppet thing's face hanging halfway out, and see a half circle next to it. I pull the cursor, over it and click, and it winds up a tiny bit. I press and hold it and it winds all the way up, and switch through the cameras. I look up, take the flash light out of my bag, and flash it through the hall way. Nothing. Mike is hiding behind the lawn chair. "STOP BEING A PUSSY AND COME OUT MIKE." I yell whisper at Mike, but he responds by taking the Freddy head and pulling it over his head. I roll my eyes at this, but throw my owl hood over my head, because the softness feels nice. I look at Mike, who fell asleep behind my chair. Wow, my hero. I mentally 'swoon' at this. I check the cameras after winding the Marionette's box, and see that bitch slut face Chica is in the hallway, in fucking pink panties! If Mike was awake, he would probably be jacking off to it. I look at Chica now, and she is closer, and I notice her beak fell off and so did her eyes, leaving little metal bits as 'teeth.' She looks like a child prostitute. Oh god, she is walking closer now, and in the name of the father, and the son, and the Holy Gho-..
"Hi, my name is Chica the Chic, and I sure to love paaaarty!" says the yellow prostitute, standing in my office.
DUN DUNN DUN, YOU MUST WAIT TO FIND OUT MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!
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