Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 5: The New Night Shift

Kyle Hudson, was by nature stubborn as a bull, but arguably more even tempered than one. This is arguable as she had gotten fired from previous jobs for mouthing off to her bosses, for various reasons. Recently her job issues were causing friction between her and her girlfriend, Jessica. Who insisted she could go full-time at her job, but Kyle wanted her to focus on her art. She was great at painting, drawing, digital art, anything she put her mind to. Kyle didn't want her to waste her talent folding clothes all the time. This was why she was currently looking up at a colorful sign featuring a top hat wearing brown bear.

She figured that if she worked a night shift then there'd be less of a chance of her getting in trouble with her boss. The boss worked during the day and she at night leaving little chance for arguments. So long as she didn't misbehave or slack off of course. That is, if she got the job. Having a long history of being fired was likely to dampen her chances of getting the job. Kyle knew she'd have to be on her best behavior to have a good chance, maybe toss out a few compliments if necessary.

She needed to get and keep a job. So Jessica wouldn't feel the need to go full-time.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria wasn't open yet, but it would be soon. Next week in fact, if she recalled correctly. From the outside the building looked plenty friendly. The titular Freddy Fazbear was holding his microphone up to his mouth, and his other paw was outstretched, welcoming everyone inside. Kyle took the silent offer and walked up to the two new, shiny, glass doors and pushed them open.

Inside the place looked like it was ready for costumers. The walls were painted and splotched with confetti dots. Even from the entrance Kyle could glimpse the ready party rooms, the tables covered with a pastel purple sheets, chairs lining the sides. She supposed, right now, they were just trying to fill up the employment slots. Hopefully one of those would be hers, especially since the night guard job paid pretty well.

At the reception desk was a sunny looking blond woman, her long hair tucked back behind her ears, and was dressed in a pink uniform. Noticing the short, brown haired Kyle come in she perked, saying, "Oh, hello, are you here for a job opportunity? Otherwise, we're not open for business yet."

"Yeah, I am." Kyle said as she walked across the unmarked, checkerboard floor, "I'm here for a night guard position. I was told to meet someone called Gregor, I have an interview today."

The woman looked over a schedule briefly then nodded. She headed over to the side of the front desk, looking to Kyle she motioned to a hall behind just behind her. "The security office is just behind the front desk. Gregor should be there, if not, just wait for him."

Kyle nodded and began heading over to the hall. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." The woman replied with a smile and nod.

Heading past the front desk, the woman going back to a chair she'd been sitting at prior, it only took Kyle a minute to notice the security office. The lady hadn't been kidding when she said it was just behind the front desk. Peering inside from the doorway Kyle saw that the room was currently empty. Having permission, she sat down on the extra chair, placed to the side of the metal desk that was in the office.

Kyle looked around as she waited. The room was quite small, possibly only able to fit four people, maybe five. The desk area was decorated with merchandise of the mascots, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, etc. One caught her eye, it was a marionette looking character. It stood out in stark contrast with the others, it was mostly black and white, and rather simple in appearance. Kyle was curious what role the doll-like character played in the pizzeria.

Aside from that there was a metal desk fan that sat whirring gently on the desk beside the figures of the main cast. On the other side of the desk was a home phone. In the center was pad of some sort, curious Kyle craned her neck a little to see what it was for. To her slight surprise it seemed to be connected to the cameras. That was the first time she'd seen something like that.

On the wall opposite of the desk was posters of the main cast reading "Let's Party", "Let's Rock", "Let's Eat" and "Let's Play!". There were also posters on the wall of the front desk, one of the Freddy and the other of him with his band. Kyle was almost impressed by how much the office was decorated, but it made the place feel more welcoming she supposed. Part of her wondered where all the stuff came from though, it looked slightly worn, well kept, but there was hints of age to the items.

What was odd about the office was a rather large vent above the desk. Normally Kyle wouldn't give a vent a second thought, but this thing was big enough for a person! There wasn't even a grate on it! Then there were the doorways, they had caution lines around it. From the looks of it metal doors were to slide down. What in the world would a pizzeria need something like this for?

Before she could wonder about this any further a man dressed in a purple uniform came in from the other side of the office. He had a hat on his head, shadowing his eyes, but Kyle could still see him looking at her from under the glossy black bill. The security guard looked at her a moment before settling down on the rolling chair at the desk. He glanced at a paper before asking, "I'm guessing you're Kyle Hudson?"

Kyle nodded, "That's right. You're Gregor Scott then?"

She held her hand out for him, Gregor took it and gave it a firm shake. Kyle couldn't tell if that had impacted anything, but at the least he didn't look offended. Gregor picked up a packet of papers, looking over the top page. He looked at her, "Are you ready to begin? The interview won't be very long."

When he got a nod Gregor began, "I saw in your resume that you've had quite a few jobs. I called the recent ones and your former bosses said you had an attitude."

Gregor's tone was even, not leaving Kyle any indication of whether he was upset or not. She gave a curt nod, "Yes, well, we had disagreements. My last boss jiped me on some money, and I called her out about it. The one before liked firing people before they were close to getting a raise. We argued because he was letting me go because of a something I hadn't done." Looking at Gregor she could see he wasn't completely sold on what she was saying. So Kyle went on, "I'm not saying that I had a good reason for mouthing off on everyone, but I do promise that I'm a hard worker."

The purple clad man looked at her a moment before flipping to another page, saying nothing in response. Kyle hoped that her desperation hadn't shown too badly in her words. Keeping his eyes on her resume, Gregor went on with the interview, "I see you've worked security detail a few times in the past Miss. Hudson."

Kyle perked, "Yes. One time while I was going to college, and another time when I first moved here. I had to quit the first one to move here, and then got laid off from the other after the company had to cut back on things. I hadn't been working there long enough to be worth keeping."

"You like working at nights? You've had several night jobs." Gregor stated, looking through her references.

Kyle nodded, "I've always been a night owl. And you can see that I lasted longer in those jobs. They just suit me better."

The security guard nodded, "Yes, I see that." He looked at her, "So you've had sufficient training in being a guard?"

"Yes, my first job required training. I'll be able to handle myself in high stress situations." Kyle assured confidently, her posture straightening. This time she could tell that her potential supervisor was interested in what she had said.

"Alright," Gregor placed her resume back on the table, "Just a couple more questions. What is your knowledge of our company, and what exactly drew you to apply for this position?"

"To be honest, I applied for this job because of the pay." Kyle openly admitted. "I do like working as a guard, but I want to help support my girlfriend's art career. The supplies can be expensive and the money would really help out." She gauged Gregor's reaction but once more he was straight faced. Kyle went on, "As for what I know about Freddy's…well, I'm sure you know it's hard to not hear about the company's past while living in Hurricane."

Gregor nodded with a slight stiffness, "Yes, I'm very aware."

"Well, personally, the events hadn't affected me or my family. As I mentioned I moved here. So I mean no disrespect, while what happened was tragic, but I'm rather indifferent." Kyle confessed with an honest shrug.

Gregor hummed thoughtfully to himself, "To be honest, it would be better if more people were indifferent. If you've seen the news the town is still broken up about the events of thirty years ago."

Kyle nodded, the news did something on it every day. The restaurant's return was a hot topic as of late. When a moment of silence passed Kyle looked to the guard who was in thought. She waited a moment before asking, "So, will I be called back, or…?"

Gregor pulled himself from his thoughts before answering, "I just need to talk this over with my boss, but," he gave her a faint smile and held his hand out, "I'll say this, you have good chances. Expect a call by the end of the day."

For a moment Kyle was surprised, but she didn't question it and took his hand, shaking it firmly, "Thank you."

Gregor nodded and waved her off. He watched as she left then looked at his interview schedule, just one more interview today. From what he recalled it was some fresh into college kid looking for an easy job. Just something to get some cash. What had he said his major was? It didn't matter. Whatever it was it didn't' matter. The kid was going to get the job, both he and Kyle would get it. He'd already predetermined it with his boss, lucky them. Their luck would be a double edged sword. They were going to get more than they bargained for, a lot more.

Gregor turned his eyes to the camera tablet. It had been terrifying, looking over the recordings as they waited for the interviews. The animatronics got more and more active as the week went on. Acting more possessed…twitching erratically, eyes haunting. They hadn't tried to escape, but they needed someone to watch them. Just in case they got ideas, or something went wrong. To keep them under control.

The guard propped his elbows onto the cool metal desk, rubbing his temples. Just thinking about the recordings was giving him a headache. Gregor could imagine them in his head, the static flooding the screen each time an animatronic moved. Dead lifeless eyes staring right at the cameras. The memories of the sole night he'd endured was brought to the forefront of his mind, the Puppet's stare burning into his. Then Springtrap came to mind, Gregor was thankful the thing was sealed away. That was one thing off his mind. However, the rest of the staff were beginning to mention seeing and hearing things. Nothing major so far, just thinking they saw something out of the corner of their eyes or briefly hearing something. Of course they were told it was nothing, and they bought it readily.

The sound of feet pitter pattering down the hall jerked Gregor from his thoughts. He looked towards the right hallway, the sound of hushed whispers slithered through the air. Gregor furrowed his brows hearing footsteps spurt down the hall again. Feeling the urge to follow Gregor got up from his desk. Peering into the hall, he saw nothing. Gregor shook his head, berating himself mentally about giving it any mind, and sat back down at the desk.

Distracting himself he went over the precautions he'd gotten for the night guards. It taken some digging to get information. It wasn't something well discussed after all. He'd mainly had to try and find things from the other restaurants. The second one had yielded good finds. The Freddy head trick had been easy enough to do, they already had some empty spares. Though while asking Clifton for one it was clear to see he hadn't gotten over the fact they were still going to hire night guards. To avoid argument Gregor got the head and ignored any challenging words.

The last restaurant yielded the heavy metal doors. It'd been odd trying to explain that to the people installing them, not to mention a good chunk of money, but regardless they'd been installed. The staff didn't seem to know what to make of them but they played it off as authenticity's sake, and for safety. The door caused him to recall the vent sealing mechanism from Fazbear's Fright. Only one vent lead to the office so thankfully they only had to get one. It being out of sight left the others unaware of its existence.

He also planned on leaving messages on the phone, oddly enough that hadn't gotten a response from Clifton. Now that he thought about it, whenever he was called in he was shut away in the mechanic's room. Gregor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms on the desk, head leaned slightly forward. If that's how he was going to be, then it was on him. They were doing all they could, the night guards should have no trouble.

Feeling his eyes droop Gregor held the side of his head, noticing how light headed he was feeling. Sleep was hard to by every so often lately. Nightmares were becoming more frequent, particularly featuring Springtrap, Bonnie, and the Puppet. Horrid dreams of them chasing him, screeching, dragging him through dark halls to be stuffed in a bear suit. Sometimes he could feel the beams and wires cut into him. Each time he'd wake up in a cold sweat, breathing hard like he'd actually been running.

Gregor lifted his hat up a bit and ran his hand through his short hair, trying to clear his head and focus. The light buzz continued, he shook his head slightly, and in doing so he saw a form duck away from the doorway. Gregor whipped his head back over to the doorway. Nothing was there, but he could hear quick footsteps heading down the hall. Without thinking further Gregor got up from his chair again and headed into the hall. Standing out in the middle hallway he just caught sight of the form turn the corner into the main party room. Footsteps quick the guard continued his pursuit.

Coming into the main party room Gregor briefly looked at the three mascots still standing on stage, staring out at the party tables as usual. The only difference now was the tables were covered in plastic table cloths. Glancing the sight of the figure entering the kitchen off to the side. Gregor turned his head to it and once again it was already out of sight. Gregor was going to go after it when he realized that the doors to the kitchen hadn't even opened. Hesitation sprouted in his stomach but Gregor quickly weeded it out.

Pushing open the doors to the kitchen Gregor scanned the kitchen space for what he was following. He couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary, but he could hear a faint sound of shuffling. Slowly the purple clad guard stalked towards the sound. It was just around the prep station. When he neared it the sound started up by the entrance. Gregor halted feeling a distinct chill in the air, he shoved the feeling off, and turned back towards the twin doors. Turning the corner of the stainless steel tables, there was nothing.

The head of security shook his head, why was he bothering with this? He looked at his wrist watch, thankfully he still had plenty of time before the next appointment. Also thankfully none of the cooks were going to work until opening day.

Sitting back at his desk again, Gregor exhaled, that had been a waste of a few minutes. Eying the control panel Gregor lifted it up. Might as well glance through the cameras while he waited. Spotting the camera for the kitchen he shook his head slightly and selected it. The empty, brand new kitchen showed. Only odd thing was the camera was speckled with static. Gregor furrowed a brow at this. The cameras were new they shouldn't have any static. He'd have to have someone take a look at that later.

Moving on with his check Gregor looked back at the main party room, smiling faintly at the sight of the animatronics standing on stage. Afterwards the guard randomly flicked through the cameras, seeing much of the same. Rooms vacant of anyone. Even Clifton wasn't scheduled to come in today, since all the animatronics had been properly looked over. All the animatronics passed the tests with flying colors. Looking back the guard noticed when he'd come back they'd all been back in their places, as if the hadn't moved at all.

Clifton apparently was working hard on trying to make the animatronic's safer for the night guards. Gregor hadn't heard of any progress being made on that front.

His boss hadn't been coming in as much recently. Then again there wasn't much to do but wait. They were supposed to have a big staff meeting the day before opening. When Herald did come in, it was pretty clear to see that he hadn't been sleeping too well. Dark rings around his eyes had become a new feature on his face after Gregor's incident. The guard wondered if he was having nightmares too, but then Gregor wondered why? He hadn't run into the animatronics face to face.

Gregor was pulled from his thoughts when the small figure from before flitted its way across the camera screen. Blinking his eyes into focus, Gregor watched as the control screen was hit with a storm of static that cleared in seconds. The camera was showing the back hall. The camera did its swing to the right showing a blank wall. Gregor squinted his eyes, looking at the darkness at the bottom corner. He swore he could see something…

"Uh, excuse me?"

Gregor jumped in his seat slightly, he gripped the pad a little harder, annoyed by the indignation. Turning his head, Gregor saw a younger guy dressed in somewhat formal attire, most likely just for the interview. Though he hadn't met the guy face to face, he met the description of the next appointment. The young man noticed the minor scare he'd caused and was looking uncertainly at the guard. Eyes shifting with indecision.

Finally, he spoke again when Gregor gave him a look, "Er, sorry about that."

Gregor waved it away and turned his chair to him, "Never mind. What are you here for?"

Happy with the dismissal the young skinny man straightened and smiled, "I'm early, but I'm here for the night guard position. Name's Cole Henderson, I called last week."

"Any reason your early?" Gregor asked, not that he was bothered by the fact.

"Well..." Cole began. When the guard motioned for him to sit Cole nodded, moved around behind where Gregor was sitting, and sat on chair at the other side. The college student smiled appreciatively, "Thanks." Gregor waved the notion away and Cole continued, "Some things came up so, I came to see if I could get the interview done a little early. The lady up front said it'd probably be fine."

Gregor hummed, "We aren't exactly busy right now."

Cole gave a laugh, "I'd guess not." Thinking he might actually somehow be inconveniencing the guard, he looked at him with a weak smile. "It is fine, right? I can reschedule…"

"No it's fine." Gregor answered as he took up the resume Cole had submitted. He tapped the paper pointedly with his forefinger. "It's just a couple of questions really. So, when you're ready."

"I'm ready." Cole answered readily with a nod.

"Alright," Gregor began. "So, you haven't had much work outside of this."

"Yeah, just that fast food place down the street when I was in high school." Cole explained, appearing a little embarrassed as she shifted in the chair self-consciously.

"Why do you think your qualified for this job when you have so little experience with this field? There is risk of danger." Gregor commented, the resume being placed back onto the desk. Looking at the young man now the guard could see his mention of danger caused a pause. The college student was rethinking his decision for a moment. Uncertainty danced in the brunette's dark brown eyes.

"I know that." Cole said stiffly, his apprehension tossed to the wind. "And, I can handle it." He worked up a nervous smile, "Besides, the town is peaceful, and who would want to break into the pizzeria?"

Gregor gave him an even gaze, he expected this from someone so young, "Our animatronics are very high end. In the franchise's past there have been some incidents of attempted theft. That and the town his voiced it's opinion on the restaurant being revived. The night shift's job is more to ensure the safety of our animatronics than anything else."

"Oh, well…" Cole began carefully, feeling that he may have insulted the guard somehow. He cleared his throat a little, putting a sure face back on. "I can still handle it. I'm quick to learn and quick on my feet." A look for pride gleamed in his eyes, "And I have to say I'm pretty fit."

"Hm, yes, well if you get the job there will be some training recordings left for you by me." Gregor stated as he gestured to the desk phone. Like Kyle the young man was going to get the job, but, of course, Gregor wasn't about to tell him that. As such he then added, "If you get the position."

Cole nodded in understanding. He glanced at the black phone, it would be good to have some training recordings. That would no doubt take the edge off of things, by giving him an idea of what to do. Should something happen.

"How familiar are you with our company?" Gregor questioned, continuing the interview.

Quickly all the beaming confidence faded away and was replaced by unease. Cole averted his eyes, leading him to look at the colorful posters. Looking at the bright, colorful, and cheerful mascot posters did nothing to brighten him, instead he looked at them somberly. He shifted slightly in his chair again, trying to get comfortable with his uneasiness. Clasping his hands together Cole thought over where to begin. The topic of the franchise was a complicated and mostly unsolved mess, but it did have its good points. They were just overshadowed vastly by the bad ones.

"Well, it's hard to not know about the…kidnappings and the child killed outside of the restaurant." Cole began, voice soft with empathy for the losses. He looked down at his hands, "I'm too young to have really felt the impact. I feel sorry for those who suffered losses at that time. I…don't really blame the company…especially now with the new management and all. Far as I can tell…no one knew what to do."

"Other than the company's history. This is my first time actually being in one of the restaurants." Cole said, wrapping up what he had to say.

"Why did you want this position?" Gregor asked.

"The money. My pail grants pay for my classes and supplies, but I don't have much left over. I saw how much this job paid and figured it'd cover my needs." Cole explained normally.

"Understandable." Gregor commented, he held his hand out for the young man to shake. Cole smiled and took the hand. As they shook hands Gregor continued, "We'll call you if you get the position." Gregor released Cole's hand and sat back in his chair. "Have a good day and good luck with whatever it is that came up today."

"I just have to get somethings squared away. Just wasn't sure how long it'd take." Cole stated casually with a slight shrug. He stood up from his chair and went to the doorway. Before leaving he paused and looked back to Gregor, "Hope you have a good day too."

The security guard gave a short wave to the applicant before he left. Gregor sat listening to the footsteps of the college student. A good-bye to the receptionist. Followed by the front doors opening and then shutting. That was all the interviews for the day. Later he'd call each of them and tell them that they got the positions. Soon as they were able they'd come in to get their uniforms, badges and name tags. Then they'd start their shifts once the schedule was made.

Gregor looked at the clock on his wristwatch and sighed. Still plenty of time left for his shift. He looked to the desk phone, might as well get the phone calls recorded. He picked up the phone and hit record button on the base.

"Hello, hello, welcome to your first night at working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."

Author's Note: We'll be getting back to the good stuff next chapter guys ;)

Also, taking bets on who dies first!

Guest Reviews:

Bar: I'm honestly surprised someone is defending Gregor; however, just because he's basically doing what the original phone guy did, doesn't mean it'll prevent death, or help people handle it. Killer animatronics isn't something most can just deal with without panicking and making fatal errors. He's still knowingly putting lives on the line for his own reasons.

Guest: I well aware of who Fredbear/Golden Freddy is, and yes the bear will show up. Can't not have him!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and as you can see I will be answering guest reviews here!