To and fro was what Jessica had taught him while mopping the floors, he had kept that in his mind while training to work for the job. Cleaning up the spills of brats who knock over their drinks or kids deliberately putting shit like this on the floor for him to clean up. It sucked being the only janitor at Cakebear's, Freddy's had more than one janitor and they seemed to be happy working there. At least, that was what he had heard. Meanwhile, he still wondered why children came to this place. Cakebear's wasn't exactly as popular as Freddy's was. Freddy's had an actual arcade, Cakebear's only had a single stage without curtains and an animatronic entertainer that didn't look that good. Freddy's had characters that could walk around during the day, the only thing that Cakebear had going for it was the new experimental technology that the owners created, springlock technology or whatever. It allowed the animatronic suit itself to become a wearable costume. It was fairly interesting technology, but it wasn't something that he was required to care about. He just wanted to do his job, but it was always something. Always something getting in his way, it was always something every single day of his life ever since he got this job at Cakebear's. He didn't want this job, he wanted to be something else.

Believe it or not, Garvey wanted to be an author.

Garvey Williams wanted to not be working at this place and be working in the writing industry. He had always been a creative person ever since he was little, always gotten A plus on his essay's and even getting a scholarship into one of California's colleges because of how good his writing was. But in the end, he ended up working at Cakebear's longer than he should have. He was using it as a part time job to help pay the rent while he tried to make his big break, but there was the eventual writing block. A writing block that when he thought was fixed, was never actually fixed. Garvey always took criticism to heart, so when he told his co-workers his ideas… they all laughed at him. They said his ideas were "edgy" and over the top" and that he needed to be more realistic. Word about his aspiring writing career failure soon got around the entire restaurant and employees started bullying him for it. This then leads to today, where now, kids were constantly bullying him as well. Kids were ungrateful bastards, that was what Garvey thought. They were loud, obnoxious, and as they grew older, thought they were special pricks that could get anything they wanted. When Garvey was their age, he was working for a living. He had time for school and homework, yes, but when he was done with that, he was working and making money. That's what kids should be doing, at least when they get in their teenage years. Why did they even hang out at Cakebear's?

Garvey looked down at the bucket of clear water, looking at his reflection and he could see why. Caucasian skin and dark hair, it wasn't because of what he looked, but it was himself. He was the reason this place was still in business, so kids can come here for dinner and a show, and then laugh at the fool who was probably not going to make it anywhere in life. Blueish green eyes stared back at him from clear water trapped inside the bucket. With a recent shave, Garvey would say he was good looking, but he wasn't looking for love, not until he had a stable career. This wasn't going to be his stable career, he couldn't let it be his stable career. He wanted to be an author and that was what he was going to be, no matter what any of the other employees said. While they were stuck at this dead end job, soon he would be making millions with his books, but right now, he had to go back out into Cakebear's Bakery and Diner to clean up a spill of Orange Juice. With a huff and a sigh, Garvey picked up the bucket and walked out of his happy place, the janitor's closet. The diner itself was very purple and hurt his eyes. There were a few neon lights strung around the building pointing to both the bakery section of the restaurant, as well as the show stage directly in the middle of the building. Garvey would think that it would be up against a wall, but the show stage was directly in the middle of the building, featuring Cakebear himself. Cakebear was a fine enough attraction, he wasn't anything like the Freddy's characters. He had to admit that the characters at Freddy's looked cute and cartoony, here, the character was more… Garvey could say it was like trying to mesh a real life bear and a cartoon bear together. The bear didn't have any ears but instead on its head was a tophat. Around its neck was a bowtie and underneath it were two buttons. Garvey never liked it, it was a weird mesh of the real world and the cartoon world. It had recently been retrofitted with a new endoskeleton that allowed it to become a springlock suit, which is why there were two buttons on it. The bowtie also was there to allow for something, but Garvey never stuck around to pay attention to the why.

As he was going to the spill, he noticed a young boy putting down napkins.

"Hey!" Garvey yelled out, picking up the pace, he put the bucket down as the boy looked up at him. His lips were in a thin line and his eyes were emotionless, he was looking directly at Garvey. "Thank you." Garvey said, he hadn't used those two words in a while, let alone to a child. The boy simply nodded and went back down to placing napkins, cleaning up the orange juice that was all over the floor. "I've seen how the others are to you." he said, the boy was no older than five and had white skin and a green and brown striped shirt. He was wearing blue sweatpants and gray shoes. His hair was brown and messy and he had brown eyes. "They're mean to you, so I thought I would do something nice for you." The boy said, grabbing another napkin and placing it on the floor. Garvey simply blinked, it hadn't occurred to him that someone was going to be nice to him. They were all just jerks, the other employees, the kids and teenagers. He hadn't gone at least one day without a child throwing a drink on him and giggling, or someone in the breakroom giving him a hard time over his book ideas because of how "over the top" they are, but this was truly a sight to behold, a kid being nice to him. "I can mop it up if you want to remove the napkins." he asked, to which the child shook his head. "You don't need to mop anything up, my brother spilled it on purpose, he should be the one cleaning it up." the boy said, before he added "That was what my parents made him do at home when he spilled his drink." Wow, actual good parenting, most parents just clean it up for them. "Well… thank you, really." Garvey said, the boy turned to him with a warm smile.

"You're welcome!"

Garvey hadn't heard those words in a long time, especially towards him. He felt a connection with this kid, a family connection that is. He wanted to protect him, someone that was nice to him for once needed to be protected. "What's your name kid?" he asked, the boy just turned to him. "John Write." the boy said with a smile. Wow, that is surprising, even more than someone being nice to him. The Write family had always had a history in this town, ever since Cakebear's even opened up. They were almost considered royalty and got almost anything they wanted without putting in any elbow grease. Garvey hated people like that, but to see one of the Write family at his own two feet was surprising. "Hey dork!" a voice cut through the air, it sounded toxic and mean, cutting through the good moment like a knife. "The place is closing soon and mom has had the car running for ten minutes now, come on." a teenage boy said, grabbing John and pulling him away from Garvey. The older boy looked back briefly and stuck his tongue out at Garvey before walking away. John simply waved goodbye and he saw the two walk out the door. That must have been the oldest of the Write children, Alex Write. He had heard horror stories about Alex Write and his friends and how they terrorize their middle school by pulling pranks on people and shoving them into lockers. It got so bad that he started hearing stories of scamming elementary school kids out of their lunch money by trading them candy. Alex was the troublemaker and the most prominent member of the Write family that Garvey had heard of. But he hadn't heard much about his siblings. He met John today and from what Garvey could recall, they had another kid, a little girl.

Garvey couldn't leave the sopping wet napkins there though, even if it was a nice gesture. He started picking them up while thinking about the other two Write members, Peter and Martha Write. Peter and Martha were the owners of Cakebear's, a family owned business, kinda sweet actually. That was another thing that Freddy's didn't have, the owners were two grown men that one day simply had the idea for a brown bear character and other animals that you would find on a barnyard, although Garvey wasn't sure if he would find bear's on a barn but that wasn't the point. As Garvey picked up the last napkin, he couldn't take his mind off of John Write, the only good thing that had happened to him while working for Cakebear's. Maybe if John was around, this place… wouldn't seem so bad. But now he knew who spilled the Orange Juice, Alex. If he was going to have more run-ins with Alex, this wasn't going to be fun. Garvey picked up the napkins and started walking to the nearest garbage. On his way there, he spotted one of his fellow employees making her rounds and cleaning off tables. He simply ignored her and continued towards the garbage, little did he know though…

The woman pushed her leg out and he tripped falling straight onto the orange juice soaked napkins.

Children and adults began to laugh, the children's laughter was loud, obnoxious as he picked up his face to see them pointing and laughing at his misery. He looked back, wiping the napkins off his face to find the employee that tripped him giggling behind the rag she was using to wipe the tables down. He balled up his fists and was ready to finally let loose… but he didn't. He thought of John, how much of a bad example he would be for such a sweet kid that helped him, punching a woman in the face. So instead, he grabbed the napkins on the floor and pushed them in her face, causing the laughter to shift to the woman that tripped him. Even Garvey was chuckling, but the woman glared at him. Good, let her be angry, maybe she could tell the rest about this and how tired he was of taking things like this. How he was tired of them tripping him and falling flat on his face just to get a good laugh. But, he was going to stay working at Cakebear's, it wasn't so bad after all. Sure, he would want to be out of here and working on a writing prompt, but with John here, maybe Cakebear's wasn't so bad.

Garvey's Home, 1982:

A tape recorder sat down on the desk, Garvey used it to record his story ideas so he would never forget them, but tonight's recording would be a little bit different. He placed the empty cassette into the tape recorder and closed the lid, pressing the record button. "This one… this will be a little bit different." he spoke, he could see the tape spinning within, recording his voice. He had been used to talking with himself because of this, but it was for book ideas, not this. "I have not told, but I work at Cakebear's Bakery and Diner. A bakery that serves pizza for some reason." Garvey now realized that having a character named "Cakebear" and serving pizza was weird, but that wasn't why he was recording. "But I work there as the janitor, it wasn't meant to last a year now but it has, and it has been… a miserable experience." Garvey continued, recalling everything in his memory. "I have shared my story ideas with my coworkers, and they hated every single one, proceeded to ridicule me and tell me that I will never be a writer. They played pranks on me because of it, tripping me, making me do their dirty work, even humiliating me with childish pranks like a whoopie cushion. It has gone on for a year now and it continues still." Garvey said, finished recalling those memories. "The children join in on this, leaving me to clean up their spills, having me stumble around as they try to trip over me, call me names, make fun of my name." The man continued, just because Garvey wasn't typically used doesn't mean he needed to be made fun of. With a heavy sigh, Garvey continued with the recording. "But today, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, a young boy. John Write, part of the Write family. He was nice to me, talked with me and didn't call me names, understood all the terrible things these people were doing to me." Garvey said, remembering John's smile. He ended off the recording with one last sentence.

"I don't know how long I will be working for this place, but until I leave, I will protect John at all costs."

A/N: Well, this is quite unexpected for you to see. I doubt this will reach anyone because I think the title "Dormitabis" makes people laugh or gives them Vietnam war flashbacks haha! But nevertheless, if you have decided to read this, thank you so much! I'm not the biggest fan of Dormitabis' story at all as many people aren't as well so I think doing a full reboot of the story would be perfect! If you are unaware of what Dormitabis is, I'll give you a short history lesson. Dormitabis is a Fnaf fangame that released in 2017 on Gamejolt and created by the infamous Blackout/Nicchi. It is widely known for having an awful edgy story, some pretty bad voice acting, weird gameplay decisions, and overall just being bad. It got a 2023 remaster that in my opinion, has an all over the place story, weird or worse gameplay mechanics, the same lazy and bad designs as the original, and not so good developers just like the original. I decided that since no one knows how to do a Dormitabis story, I would do one myself. I don't consider this to be the "true" and "official" version of the Dormitabis story, but I do hope you stick around for this! I'm sure at least someone will be asking, but nope! No p***phi**a or r*** here! Just brutal kills, nothing of that gross disgusting stuff of the original, and none of the bad storytelling of the remaster, but I'll let you be the judge of that last one. Thank you so much for reading and I hope to get back to you soon with a new chapter!