一12:04 AM

"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."

Fujiwara no Mokou leaned back in her shitty office chair, allowing the phone guy's speech to blend in with the droning noise of the fan, and a faint melody from a distant music box.

If it was up to her, she wouldn't be here— the number of better things she could be doing here was about the same as the number of deaths she's suffered so far— but apparently most outside world humans need 'jobs' so they can get 'money' and live in a 'house'.

"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."

Mokou would trade in this capitalist hellscape for a good old fashioned expansive forest any day of the week, but alas, she was here, Unable to even sleep on the streets without being harassed by those assholes in blue.

Although, to be fair, it could be a lot worse. There were a lot of job openings that she would've had no clue what to do about. What the fuck is a 'Data Entry Clerk' even? At least 'Nighttime Security Guard' was self explanatory, if not a bit redundant. Sit at a desk for 6 hours, while watching cameras to make sure nobody breaks in? Sure. Whatever.

"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 throat- 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."

Mokou let out a decidedly unlady-like snort at that last sentence. That'd be a sight to see, for sure. She imagined one of Kaguya's assassins attempting to kill her, only to be met by a 6 foot tall, 300 pound bear with a tophat.

She then replaced the hypothetical assassin with the moon princess herself, and it was enough to make her crack a grin.

"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."

…What?

"Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. 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. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them."

The grin slid off of Mokou's face. You know what. OK. Sure. Robot animals that don't have an off switch, so they're still active at night. Whatever. It's not like they want to kill-

"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 exoskeleton 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."

…

Mokou sighs. Godsdamnit. She was wondering what that mask was for.

"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. 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."

Yeah, sure, a fucking light would help stave off these fucking- murder machines. Forget the damn flashlight and the bear head; she had the power of mankind's first invention right at her fingertips, and she'd bet good money that those 'animatronics' weren't melt-proof.

一2:18 AM

As the night began to tick on, that metaphorical fire in Mokou's gut slowly died down. It's been like what, 2 hours since she started her shift? There wasn't a single robot animal in sight. Guess the last security guard really was just seeing things then.

Resignedly, the phoenix sat back in her chair. Being attacked for 6 hours every night may not have been her chosen form of entertainment, but it would sure as hell be a lot less boring than sitting on her ass all night.

And then, something curious happened. The sounds of a music box began to play within the office. "Pop goes the Weasel", if Mokou remembered correctly, which she should've, considering that the very same song was playing earlier.

Hm, the phone guy did mention something about keeping a music box wound up, but honestly Mokou had completely forgotten about it, having been on guard for any errant robotic chickens or rabbits or whatever. Eh, if it's playing music that just means that the robots should be heading over to the… prize corner or whatever it was called.

Actually, if she wasn't the one to wind it up, then who did?

Instead of continuing that line of questioning though, the immortal was instead faced with the task of recovering from having her head twisted around 180 degrees, with a certain Marionette having snuck up on her.

Fortunately for the phoenix, she wouldn't have to respawn with her body stuffed inside a Fazbear suit.

Unfortunately, as a phoenix, when she did come back to life, it came with some fire- enough to cause Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to burn down, alongside any future opportunities with the company, or as a security guard.