Mike drove into the Freddy Fazbear parking lot at 11 PM. He guessed that the guy standing out front was Frank Faz, his new boss.
"Hey, you must be Mike," Frank held his hand out and Mike shook it. "good to have you here."
"Thanks. I'm glad you're letting me have the job."
Frank grinned. "No problem!" He pushed a purple button shirt, hat, and key into Mike's arms. He pointed into the restaurant. "Main Office is just down the halls. Just lock the door once you go in, and all you got to do is keep an eye on the place until 6." He patted the shirt in Mike's arms. "Good luck, sport!" And drove off.
Mike froze in place with the uniform in his hands. He realized that he arm was still extended from shaking Bob's hand. Was that actually the boss? Mike felt like he was being pranked. As far as he could tell, this guy was Frank Faz, so Mike went ahead and did what he was told.
The Dining Area was more or less what Mike expected; just a big purple room with tables stacked with gaudy purple and yellow party hats. Things were more or less gaudy and obnoxious until Mike looked to his right, and saw something standing on the stage. He walked out in front of it to get a better look. There were three animatronics standing on the stage, a purple bunny, a brown bear, and a yellow duck. Mike had heard about the animatronics before, even though he had never been to Fazbear's himself. You'd think that with how kids talked about them, they'd be cute enough to be on a Looney Tunes cartoon, but they looked blocky and creepy to Mike. Why anyone would bother breaking into a place like this was beyond Mike, but he guessed that there was a safe or something like that in the Main Office that he needed to keep an eye on, so he kept on moving down to the East Hall.
There wasn't any safe that Mike could see in the Main Office, just a desk with a fan and a Fazbear poster. You'd have thought though with the security doors that they'd be expecting people to break in. There weren't any security monitors that Mike could see either. What was he supposed to do? He spied a tablet on the desk and picked it up. He accidentally pressed a button on the side, turning it on and showing a security feed of the Show Stage and the three animatronics Mike had passed by before.
"Cool."
Mike realized he was able to flip through each of the individual security feeds through this one tablet. He sat down at the desk, ready to whittle away the next six hours playing with the cameras. If this was all he was supposed to do, he'd have brought a magazine or something. The phone rang. Mike picked it up.
"Hello?"
The phone kept on ringing. Mike wondered if something was wrong with it. Eventually, the answering machine clicked.
"Hello? Hello, hello? Uhhh…I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night."
"Oh." Mike said to himself. He wasn't supposed to answer the phone. He decided for the time being to put the tablet down and listen.
"Umm…I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact so…I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about…uh…you'll do fine! So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, ok?"
Huh. Mike had gone from a guy who had just thrown his uniform at him and told him to keep an eye on the place to a guy who was talking like a nervous life coach.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know."
Did every restaurant have to go through a legal contract? Mike didn't really see a point in a place like this.
" Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.'"
Yeah. Grown-ups. Sure.
"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'"
"…Wait, what?"
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath, I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."
Irritable? How could anyone tell if a robot was 'irritable'?
"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night."
"Wait, what?"
" Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87."
"The what!?"
"Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"
"What!?"
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on."
"…O…K…"
"Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."
"They'll what?!"
"Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh. Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
Mike stared at the answering machine for a few seconds. Now he was pretty sure he was being pranked, but what was he supposed to do now? He was pretty sure that this was the right place, so he went back to the tablet.
The purple rabbit wasn't on the stage anymore.
...
The Purple Man is slower today.
We were so close…it's not fair.
…It's alright. Tomorrow is another day.
Why can't he just leave us alone!
Don't be afraid of him Foxy. He's the one who should be afraid.
I don't want him to see me.
Foxy, we need to stop him. You gotta help us.
…Do…do you think that…if we get him this time…they'll understand? Do you think…someone will help us?
…They will. Someone will. They have to.