After getting all the formalities out of the way, and feeling like she'd just signed her life away (why were there so many liability forms?!), Zariah was now officially a Freddy Fazbear employee! Scott informed her that she'd be starting in a couple days, but for now to just get familiar with the place, since she was already here.
She'd also met a couple of the waiters and waitresses she'd be working with besides Ellen, and the two other security guards Fritz and Mike; whom had come in to pick up their weekly paychecks. Fritz was on the heavier side, about five foot eight.….with bright red hair, and freckles running across his cheeks and nose, oh and he was constantly eating. But Zariah didn't mind, he was a very approachable person (plus she could put food away like no other for a female..).
Mike was on the more "built" side, standing at most six foot even, if Zariah guessed. He had blonde hair that was hidden under the baseball cap he wore, and striking blue eyes, which had a slight darkness underneath them, lack of sleep maybe? Mike had simply nodded in response to meeting the female, and appeared to have a very bored expression on his face.
But Zariah saw the smallest of smiles twitch on his lips for a second, when she offered her loveable smile in return.
As they all conversed amongst themselves for a few minutes, Zariah couldn't help but shake the feeling like…..someone was watching her. Every time she'd glance around her, or look over her shoulder, no one was there. But the feeling didn't go away, however the female decided to just ignore it and enjoy the current company.
Now, after meeting almost all her employees and chit-chatting (minus a certain supposed pervert), Zariah was enjoying some of the pizza the restaurant/entertainment joint had to offer with Ellen and Stella, and noted it wasn't too bad.
"Soooo…whatcha think so far?!"
Ellen questioned as Zariah stuffed more pizza into her mouth, Stella taking small bites as she gazed towards the stage; almost in a trance by Chica, Freddy, and Bonnie performing onstage.
"I fhink this pwace ish gwreat!" (I think this place is great!)
Zariah said through a mouthful of Pizza, quickly swallowing it with a wide grin, as the other female rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle.
"I'm jealous of your ability to eat however and whatever you want without worrying about gaining weight. It's totally unfair for the rest of us 'normal' people!"
Zariah had just finished her 6th slice of pizza, and chugged down a bottle of water before leaning back in the chair, a look of pure content on her face as she sighed happily.
"I thank my daddy and his side of the family….super fast metabolisms!"
Ellen simply chuckled again and after making sure both the younger and older female were done (Zariah secretly slipped another piece off when Ellen wasn't looking), took the empty plates/pizza tray and ran it into the kitchen.
Stella turned towards Zariah who's cheeks were puffed out, as she had quickly stuffed the pizza into her mouth.
"…Uhm…I'm going to go back to the front, okay Sissy?"
Zariah swallowed and nodded her head a couple times, waving for her sister to go as the little girl took off once again. She sat there for a few moments, suddenly realizing that feeling was back again. That feeling of eyes just constantly staring at her, as if trying to burn a hole through her to look into her soul.
Spinning around, Zariah was met with nothing but air which caused the girl to frown deeply. Besides all the kids and their parents in the party room….no one was watching her. This was starting to spike her anxiety slightly, as she glanced towards the stage to see Stella playing with the other children admiring the animatronic gang.
Ellen returned from the kitchen and walked up to the paranoid woman, who quickly hid her concern and grinned towards her best friend…who was motioning for Zariah to follow her. Getting up and walking towards Ellen, her best friend pointed in the direction of the break room.
"Scott asked me to 'fit you' for your uniform. Basically I'll throw random articles of clothing at you and hope we have your size."
Zariah giggled and nodded her head, as she followed her friend towards the room, turning to make sure Stella was still in her rightful place; which thankfully she was.
"Quit being such a 'noid,"
Ellen teased her friend, as Zariah felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She couldn't help but be a little hover-y, especially with the feeling of invisible eyes on her….
"Nothing is going to happen to Ella. Stop working yourself up! Here, try this one on, it's the biggest one we've got left, so hopefully it'll fit..for some reason the damn boss wanted to hire stick thin models to be waitresses apparently.."
Zariah was handed the outfit and took it into her arms, blinking a couple times as the blush remained on her cheeks.
"U-uhm…I'm just supposed to change in the break room? What if somebody comes in….?"
"Don't worry. I'll stand guard, besides, I wouldn't let you change in that bathroom of ours even if it was the last place. It needs cleaned bad…but don't look at me, I'm not doing it!"
Ellen let out a quick shudder, before nudging her friend into the break room. Zariah scanned the room quickly, making sure no one was in the medium sized room before heading towards a corner (just to be safe) and set the outfit on the ground besides her.
Letting out a shaky sigh, the female slipped her olive green jacket off her frame, and threw it over a chair that was near her. Zariah then lifted the flowy tank top over her head, exposing her black lace bra for the world to see. Well, that is if Ellen sucked at her "guard" duty and let someone in.
'You're fine Riah…just calm down.'
She thought to herself as she quickly slipped on the uniform top, letting out a breath of relief that it fit. It was a little snug, but nothing Zariah couldn't deal with.
Next, Zariah began unbuttoning her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down as she proceeded to pull them down the length of her legs. They were about to her ankles, of course showing off her black lace underwear, when the strong feeling came back to her that someone was watching. Gulping, Zariah looked around quickly, irrationally thinking someone had snuck in and was a peeping tom. But of course, there was no one.
A deep frown came on her lips, when suddenly her amber eyes slowly trailed up towards the security camera that was nestled in the upper corner of the room, which of course she had failed to notice before undressing. Zariah gasped and quickly grabbed at the jeans around her ankles and attempted to pull them up quickly, but in the process tripped and fell down on the ground, everything still exposed for the camera.
Scrambling into a sitting position, Zariah swore she saw the lens moving and focusing on…..her? The red flashing light indicating that it was currently on and working sent a chill down the 21 year old's spine. She felt her entire face turn bright red as her jeans now rested up to her knees as she continued sitting and staring up at the camera.
'No wonder I haven't been able to see you! You've been watching me through the camera this whole time!.'
"Uhm….Zariah, are you okay in there? It doesn't take that long to try on something. Oh God, unless you've gotten stuck in that shitty uniform! Hang on kid, I'm coming in!"
Ellen came into the break room swiftly, and when she saw Zariah half naked on the floor staring up at the corner, she paused by the door with a look of concern on her face, as her best friend remained motionless.
"H-hey…are you okay? I see you've got the top on, but did the bottoms not fit or something? Don't worry about it, we can always find a-"
"…..who controls the cameras?"
Ellen was taken aback by the somber tone in Zariah's voice; who continued to stare at the corner and not face her friend. Gulping, Ellen scratched her temple a couple times, nervously shrugging.
"I-it depends who's on shift….all the guys take turns taking watch of the place. Why…?"
Zariah slowly turned to look at Ellen and had a blank look on her face for a few seconds, before an amused smile crept on her lips.
"I've had this feeling for the past couple hours that someone was watching me…but when I'd look? No one was there."
Zariah continued look at her friend, but pointed her finger towards the camera, as Ellen glanced at it and waited for her friend to continue on.
"I think whoever's in there is watching me."
Ellen's blue orbs widened in shock, before she quickly went through her mind to figure out who could be in there.
'Fritz and Mike aren't working today, so it's not them. Scott was in the office last time I checked, so it's not him. Jeremy refuses to be in there unless Mike or Scott are in there with him….so that means…'
Ellen suddenly stood still, and a growl erupted from her throat, startling Zariah as she slowly stood up and pulled her jeans the rest of the way up. She noticed the black haired woman beginning to clench her first as she stormed towards the corner of the room, look up at the camera and began yelling at it.
"YOU FUCKING TWISTED SON OF A BITCH. I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU…!"
Zariah was shocked at Ellen's sudden outburst at the camera, as the red light slowly faded, indicating that whomever was in there shut the camera off in the break room. Growling, Ellen turned towards Zariah….her face red from anger. The blonde bit her lip as her cheeks still continued to feel heated from embarrassment.
"Who…..who is it Ellie?"
Ellen let out a cynical laugh as she rolled her now livid eyes, spitting out the sentence as if it were dripping with venom.
"That, my dear was the fucking creeper I was warning you about. Vincent fucking Bishop."