Hey everyone!

just realized I don't have a cover for this story yet oop.

I'm not talented enough to make a cover, but if anyone else wants to make one then go for it!

My favourite colours are: blue, lavender, and black!

Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

~Ghost

Chapter 11

A New Character…?

Clang. Bang. Clang. Bang.

That was the only sound in the building. The tapping of hammers, the heat of welding, the scent of oil…

Steve supposed he'd get used to it.

That is, if he got the job.

Steve Anderson was twenty-three years old. He dropped out of high school when he was fifteen, a major waste of his time. Or at least that's what he thought, before he turned eighteen and had to find a job that would let a high school dropout in. Which obviously no-one did.

But then Steve saw an ad on the television. Some company called Afton Robotics was hiring people to make animatronics for the franchise they owned, Freddy Fazbear's.

When Steve's older brother, Jason, was still living at their house when he was younger, they used to make robots of all kinds together. Tiny robots, remote-controlled racecars, big robots-they made it all. It was their special thing. Steve had fond memories of his teens and tweens of getting home from school every day and eagerly waiting for Jason's car to pull up into the driveway so they could work on their next big project in Jason's shop, which always smelled like Coke and grease. Whenever Steve smelled those two things together they brought back nostalgic memories of the best times of his whole life.

But then Jason went to a party. One of his friends, Clarence, was going to drive Jason, a girl named Sherri, and Jason's girlfriend Leyenne home. A drunk driver didn't see them, they swerved off a cliff, the car exploded like in a movie. Clarence and Sherri were in the front seat, they were killed instantly. Jason and Leyenne survived, and were taken to the hospital. Leyenne's body had been protected by Jason falling in front of her, so she only had minor injuries and survived. Jason however, only got one last day before he died. Hooked up to tubes, needles in his arm, with only Steve and his parents in the room.

It wasn't fair!

Life's not fair, Steve. I know it's hard to accept, but you just have to move on.

Life's not fair. Those were Steve's least favourite words, specifically in that order. It was a lame excuse, a lazy one to avoid drama. But sometimes there needed to be drama to get closure. Instead Steve figured that if life wasn't fair, then life sucked and he shouldn't even bother with his failing grades. Though he highly regretted that later in life.

But now, with Afton Robotics and Freddy's Fuzzbear's or whatever, this could be his chance to turn his life around. He had a wife already, and a one-year-old daughter. He needed to support his family, with his wife, Stella looking after his daughter full-time. He was missing out as a dad but this job could help. The salary was pretty good, the hours were long but they were a night shift. Steve could do this.

Steve walked up the high flight of stairs. He was prepared for the interview. Steve had done his homework. He knew that it was run by a man named William Afton, hence the name, and his VP, Henry Emily. Both had kids of their own and ran a popular children's pizzeria called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. They seemed to have a small staff already. Steve could only spot about ten people working at the long tables, hammering metal on to the animatronic endoskeletons. They looked more than creepy, if Steve was being completely honest, but kids often found creepy stuff like clowns and Teletubbies cute, so whatever, as long as it pays the massive pile of unpaid bills.

Steve knew he had to meet some guy called Christian Lee, so when he got to the top of the stairs he scanned the doors in the hallway for a clue as to where this Christian man was.

Steve couldn't help but notice how clean the upstairs looked. There were glossy polished orange wood walls that Steve could see his reflection in, the floor was gray carpet with not a single speck of dust, and there were paintings and photographs framed strategically on the walls. One photo collage caught his eye and he paused to examine it.

It was split in half, with each side featuring five photos. The first half started with a photo of a well-groomed man with black hair pulled into a back ponytail standing beside a slender woman with her shiny blonde hair pulled into a bun. They were both smiling at the camera, and judging from the outfits and setting, it appeared to be their wedding photo. The next one was of the same woman holding a blue stroller with a baby in it. Next it was a photo of a young dark-brown-haired boy playing a game of tag with a two-year-old boy with similar dark hair, probably his little brother. A funny blurry dinnertime picture of the same children, but older, along with their new baby sister followed, with the oldest boy flinging peas at his brother, who looked on the verge of tears, and their ginger-haired sister with her mouth open and her radiant green eyes glassy like she was begging for something. And then finally a family picture with names attached. 'William' for the man, assumingly William Afton. 'Clara' for the mother. 'Michael' for the oldest boy. 'Elizabeth' for the youngest girl. And 'Evan' for the middle.

Then, Steve turned his gaze across to the other family. The first photo was a picture of a man with dark brown hair posing awkwardly with his wife, a blonde woman with short hair and a string of pearls on her neck. Then, a photo of the same woman holding a baby bundles. A scenic photo of the man pushing his daughter, a brown-haired girl, on the swings. Next, a cute picture of the girl and her father in matching overalls. Finally, a photo with names followed. 'Henry,' which was obviously Henry Emily. 'Kate', his wife. And the daughter was Charlotte.

And in the middle of it all, was a picture of the two men in front of Freddy Fazbear's, their biggest success. Henry was in a golden bear suit, the head off to reveal his face, sweaty and red with messy hair from being in the mascot suit for so long. William was in a golden rabbit suit, but oddly enough he didn't look sweaty or red-faced at all. William's face almost looked natural, like he hadn't even been in the suit at all. His gray eyes gave nothing away, but he was still smiling a rare real smile as his arm was thrown lazily around his partner and friend.

Steve smiled tightly. It was nice to know that they could afford a nice life, but he had to work to support his family. And right now, his focus needed to be on getting this job.

He was at the end of the hall when he spotted the door. It was painted an elegant shade of dark red, different from the others so you could tell this man was important. Steve knew that this Christian guy must be very proper, with such an important role in such an important job, so he'd need to appear like one on his level. He straightened his tie and took a deep breath to calm himself. Steve opened the door, prepared mentally and physically for a neat, clean, rich-looking business office.

"Oi, Andie! Can we get a hit on that NightLord67 guy? He's totally ruining my streak, man. YESS, another kill! Let's go, take the L you loser! Andie wait what are you doin' bro. WAIT NO DONT STEP ON THAT-"

And then a string of very bad curses flew from the man, Christian?'s mouth.

Steve's mouth was open wide. Nothing could have prepared him for...this.

The office was painted the same colour as the outside, but even if it was painted in bright neon colours, Steve wouldn't have been able to tell the wall colour. The walls were plastered with posters of anime girls, skulls, heavy metal stuff, and lots and lots of shooter game media. Countless energy drinks littered the floor, along with several empty pizza boxes... nope, still one crusty piece left. And Christian himself...oh no. He had blonde roots to his Rapunzel-long ponytailed hair, the bottom was dyed a faded pink that appeared to be growing out, while the rest was neon highlighter green. Christian had some stubble, a sign he hadn't moved in a while. He was wearing a sweaty old black shirt with a white cracked skull on it, and he had headphones on along with a controller and a TV with some random British guy yelling about the shooter game they were playing. Steve could easily tell that Christian had a British accent as well, from the amount of talking he was doing.

Steve gingerly stepped over the crunched candy wrappers and waved his hands at Christian, who was oblivious to Steve even existing.

"Um. Hello, I'm Steve Anderson, and I-"

"Andie, dude, I think I see that NightLord67 guy right here. He's at that rocky beach by the city. I'm gonna sneak up on him, I got the Helium-94 sniper it's super rare, dude, it's mythical-tier. This should be good. Ooh, Andie, if I get this win then I'll win the game, dude! Isn't that amazing Andie? I'm right behind him dude. I gotta line this up just right aaand-"

"CHRISTIAN!"

Christian dropped his controller in shock. A player with a black galaxy battle-armour whipped around and shot Christian's player, VengeancePro809, in the head. Blood splattered the screen and a deep voice informed them that he was dead. Christian groaned and gave Steve a withering glare.

"Bro, what's you do that for? Andie, dude, I'll call you back. There's this idiot in here he messed up my game, dude. K. Bye, Sk8erZ_70!" Christian pressed a button on his keyboard and the endless jabbering from Andie stopped. Steve gathered his papers, and his confidence, and met Christian's eyes.

"I want to apply for a mechanic job here." Steve informed him. When Christian's face didn't change, Steve rolled his brown eyes in exasperation.

"You're interviewing me for the job?" He asked him. Christian nodded. He leaned over and brushed some crumbs off a seat in front of him.

"Okay, have a seat, bro." He nodded to the rickety old spinning chair in front of him. Steve awkwardly sat down and thought to place his hands on the desk, but thought better of it.

"Thank you. So, I've prepared some notes for this interview, and if you'll take a look at my resume-"

"Nice. Uh, tell me…Sawyer, do you have experience building big animatronics?"

"Um. Well yes, I can make those. Also, my name is-"

"And have you, y'know, taken any health courses? We are making these for children."

"No...sorry. Do I need to take one? Because I can-"

Christian threw his hands in the air.

"You're hired!" He yelled.

Steve blinked.

"Wait. But. I haven't even shown you my resume! I could be a serial killer for all you know! Where's the trust?!"

"The more the merrier," Christian laughed, shuffling through the papers on his desk. He selected a faded red notebook and scanned through it.

Steve wasn't quite sure if Christian meant more people working at the job...or more serial killers. But he ignored it, what was he even thinking? Christian looked up from his notebook. Looked over Steve. He nodded, and handed Steve a contract.

"Don't read it, just sign. NO! Spencer, don't read it DONT READ IT!"

Steve glared at him.

"Okay, okay! Jeez…" He signed the paper on the dotted line. Christian's face lit up and he snatched the paper away. He picked up a small rectangular gray box and placed the paper inside of it, then closed and locked the box. Steve was dying to ask what else was in that box, but Christian had already put it away and was talking to him.

"So... Stanley. We have some rules here. The first is that what happens in this building, stays in this building, you hear?" Steve nodded in agreement.

"But again, my name is actually-"

"Second rule. Pay attention, Simon. You don't... question the boss man. We have ranks here, and so far, you're the lowest. William's the highest, then Henry, then me, obviously. So until you can climb the charts, you respect your superiors."

Steve found that rule a little weird, but Christian seemed a little weird, and he supposed it did make sense.

Christian folded his hands on the desk and looked him right in the eye.

"And the final rule, Stephen. One of the most important. To climb the ranks, you can do whatever it takes. Unless, of course...you get caught."

Little cold needles pricked up his back, and Steve shivered. Christian's blue eyes looked dark, cold, and flat, different from the wild, talkative person he'd seen before. Steve wanted to ask how he got this role, but he remembered the rule about superiors and he swallowed his fear and ignored it.

"Yes. No. Wait...I will follow these rules...boss?" Steve said, his voice making it sound like more of a question. Christian shook his head, and his face turned sad.

"Not boss, Shawn. Afton is the boss, we take orders from him. He is better than all of us, we are nothing compared to him."

It sounded to Steve like Christian was repeating something told to him. He was beginning to feel weird about this job he had taken, but it was too late now.

He'd signed the contract.

And now Steve was locked in.

Minecraft Steve take me by the block, move me to the biome that you understand oh Minecraft Steve, the adventure to the mine shaft with the diamonds is really cool-

I wish.

No. Steve's just your ordinary guy who wanted a nice life with his family

but there will be a plot twist…

HES ACTUALLY HEROBRINE!

This is why you have to read the contract. If they're not letting you, then it's not a good job.

Bye for now!

~Ghost