CHAPTER THREE: GETTING THE JOB

I twiddled my thumbs as Kyle led me down a long hallway, which was dimly lit. I began taking deep breaths to calm myself, though it was proving to be difficult. It didn't really help my case knowing this was my first job interview, one that will determine whether I get the job or not. Ironic how I was anxious to get the job as the security guard for a place I hate with every fiber of my being.

'Keep it together, Mihael, everything will be just fine,' I tried reassuring myself. 'Just be honest with him and hope for the best.'

I was only able to calm myself down a bit when we reached the end of the hallway and approached a door. Kyle opened it and gestured for me to step inside. I nodded and stepped inside.

The room was small, fitted with a small desk with 2 leather chairs and a computer. There were filing cabinets at the top left and right corners of the room, and a few pictures of different locations on the walls.

Kyle walked past me and sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. He looked at me and gestured at the second chair.

"Go on, have a seat," he said with a smile. Hesitantly, I walked over to the chair and sat down. We made eye contact with each other for a moment before Kyle spoke up.

"So, Mihael, I heard that you want to take the job as the Pizzaplex's new security guard, correct?" I nodded my head slowly before suddenly remembering that I wanted to ask him how he knew my name. Since we were here, it looked like the best time to ask.

"Alright, now-"

"Wait, can I ask a question before we proceed?" I asked.

"Sure."

It took a moment for me to find the strength to speak. "How did you know my full name when we met in the lobby? I find it odd considering that this is our first time interacting with each other."

He chuckled. "Oh, your friend Peter told me. He came up to me earlier and told me how you were looking for a job and asked me if we were hiring. I told him that we were looking, and he asked me if I would be interested in interviewing you."

That made sense and it cleared up some things. That would explain why Peter wasn't at the Atrium with the others for the party and how Kyle knew my name. While some part of me wanted to feel mad at Peter for telling this guy my problem, I didn't. I felt strangely grateful. Even after what I did, he went out of his way to help me.

"Is that so?" I asked. Kyle nodded his head slowly before the smile on his face weakened.

"I'll be honest with you, Mr. Patel, I was very hesitant on wanting to interview you and see if you are worthy of the job," he confessed. This caught my attention.

"Why is that?" I asked, trying not to sound dejected. I must've not done a good job at hiding it because he gave me a weird look.

"We… have been having problems hiring the right security guard," he replied. "Most of them either quit or end up fired, though most of the time, they get fired."

"What did they get fired for?" I couldn't help but ask that question. I was extremely curious as to why. Though it was none of my business to know, I still wanted to know. There were many reasons why someone would get fired from their jobs; being rude to guests, theft or damaging property, insubordination, abuse, etc. There could be a whole number of reasons.

Hesitation was present on Kyle's face. He clearly didn't want to tell me anything and I understood. Maybe some of the reasons why some of them got fired were probably something he didn't want to mention, especially to someone who was applying for a job.

"It's okay," I said softly. "You don't have to tell me anything. Why don't we continue with the interview?"

The smile returned on his face, visibly grateful for the switch of topic. I felt relief upon seeing that.

"Indeed," he replied. "Alright, let's start with the basic questions and move on from there."

"Alright." I felt myself begin to calm down and a bit more confident.

"First off; tell me about yourself."

"Well," I began, "I'm just a 27-year-old man who has been looking for a job for the last five years. It hasn't been easy for me considering luck always tends to avoid me."

"I see. So, how did you hear about this position?"

"I didn't actually," I replied honestly. "When I got here, I noticed the lack of a security guard and I thought to myself 'why don't I take the position as the security guard? I may be working at a place that I originally didn't want anything to do with, but someone has to make sure that the kids are safe and prevent what happened years prior from happening again."

I cringed on the inside. I had just revealed to him how I didn't want anything to do with the Pizzaplex. My mother always told me when I was young that honesty is the best policy, but now, I fear that it might have cost me the chance of getting this job. I mentally kicked myself for revealing too much.

To my surprise, the smile on his face grew. "It's nice to hear that you want to make sure that the kids who set foot here are safe. None of the people who I interviewed mentioned anything like that, so it's a nice change for once."

I smiled, relief flowing throughout my body. It was nice to hear that my honesty hasn't cost me the chance of getting the job. Maybe my luck will change for once.

"Do you have any past experience as a security guard?" he asked.

Oh, come on! Why did I have to go and jinx it?! I began pressing my index fingers together and chuckled nervously. Kyle arched his right eye while eyeing me suspiciously.

"About that…" I began hesitantly. "This just happens to be my first job, so I don't have any experience with this kind of thing."

The suspicious look left his face and was replaced with an expression of shock. "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious," I replied quickly. "I know it all sounds crazy that I want to be a security guard as my first job, but since it involves keeping the kids and the guests safe from harm or danger, I figured I might as well go for it. It was stupid of me to think that I could get the job without having any experience for this kind of-"

I was cut off mid-sentence when Kyle suddenly began to laugh. I stared at him, arching my right eye at him. Why was he laughing? What was it that I said that he found funny? This didn't make any sense.

"Mihael, don't call yourself stupid for thinking that," he said when he finally composed himself. "You don't need the experience to work for a place like the Pizzaplex."

I went wide-eyed when he said this. Him saying that I didn't need any experience both surprised and confused me. Why did he ask that in the first place? That seemed both odd and suspicious.

"Are you serious?" I asked suspiciously.

He nodded. "I'm serious, alright."

"Why would you ask me if I had any experience when it wasn't a necessity, to begin with?" My suspicions were going through the roof, and this was all sounding very sketchy at this point. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

"I just wanted to know if you did have any or not," he replied. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

I narrowed my eyes slightly. While it didn't show, Kyle was hiding something from me, something that he really didn't want me to know. Whatever it was, it just gave me another reason to get this job.

"Okay," I said slowly. "Anything else?"

"Well, questions aside, I should tell you about our star animatronics here," Kyle replied. This caught my attention and all previous traces of suspicion left.

"Okay, tell me all about them," I urged.

"First, there is Freddy Fazbear," Kyle began. "He's the band's lead vocalist, as well as the leader. He's really nice, honest, polite, and perhaps the easiest of the four mascots to get along with. He has a tendency to apologize a lot, and while it does get annoying, just know that his heart is in the right place.

"Montgomery Gator is an animatronic alligator who acts as the band's bassist. He is alright, but God does he have anger issues. If there ever comes a time when he gets angry with you, remain calm and do NOT lose your temper with him. Just give him time to cool down and it'll all work out in the end.

"Glamrock Chica is an animatronic chicken who acts as the band's guitarist. She has to be the sweetest and kind-hearted animatronic you'll ever meet, second only to Freddy. Really great with the kids. The downside of her is her strange eating habits. She's literally the only one out of all the animatronics that can eat and has an obsession with pizza. Because of this… obsession, she has a really bad habit of eating stuff out of the garbage. She's been doing better with it."

"And finally, there's Roxy. Her full name is Roxanne Wolf. She's an animatronic wolf who is the band's keytar player. The thing that I need to inform you about Roxy is that she's the least confident out of the animatronics here. While she may come out as confident and can be a narcissist, she is actually insecure and unsure of herself. The only reason she acts the way she does is that she doesn't want anyone to know about her problems. Probably doesn't want to be seen as weak. If you ever come across her and she behaves that way, just know that it's not her or any narcissism talking, it's her insecurities talking. Got all of that, Mihael?"

I nodded, showing that I understood. Kyle smiled and handed me some sheets of paper and a pen. I took them and looked at them. I had to keep myself under control when I realized what they were. It was a job application. I felt my heart leap with joy, as I understood what was happening right now.

"All I need for you to do is fill out this application and the job is all yours," Kyle said. "What do you say?"

Without a moment of hesitation, I nodded my head and began filling out the application. As I did, I couldn't help but feel very lucky, grateful that for once, my luck had finally changed. At long last, I didn't have to rely on my mother to help me pay the bills. With a job, I can fend for myself.

When I filled out the application, I handed it and the pen back over to Kyle. He set them down on his desk and held out his hand, the smile still on his face.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, Mihael Patel," he said proudly. "It's nice to have you on the team."

I took his hand and gave it a good shake, giving my best smile. After a moment, we released each other's hands and Kyle cleared his throat.

"With that out of the way, I will lead you back to the Lobby," he said. I nodded in response and with that, we both got up from our respective chairs and walked out of the office. I had to resist the urge to hop in joy along the way.

Kyle led me back to the Lobby, which was now slightly more crowded than it was previously. Kids were screaming excitedly, and I even saw some of them walk by us carrying a plushy of one of the four mascots. Some of the plushies even had writing on them. I smiled at the kid's happiness, saying how they got their plushy signed by their favorite mascot.

"Joyous, isn't it?" Kyle asked.

I nodded. "It sure is. Takes me back to the good days when I was a kid. God, I miss those days."

"Don't we all," Kyle agreed. "Well, I'll let you go and enjoy the Pizzaplex."

"Before you go, I do have two questions about the job," I said.

"Ask away."

"For one, do I come in during the day or during the night?" I asked. "And two, what time do you want me to be here for my shift?"

I had a right to know that. This was my first job and the last thing I needed was to come in at a time that I didn't need to be in and get into some trouble. Getting in trouble was not on my list of starting my new job.

"For your first question, you will mainly cover the night shift, but there will come a time where we might need you to cover the day shift as well," Kyle replied. "As for your second question, I will need you to come in at 8 PM when the place is beginning to close, and the guests begin to leave. Make sense to you?"

I nodded while trying my best to hide my disappointment. It really stunk that I was going to be stuck with working the night shift, but at the same time, I felt relieved that there might come a time when I will be covering the day shift. Keeping the kids safe and preventing a tragedy like what happened 10 years ago was the whole reason why I even wanted the job to begin with.

"Alright, see you tomorrow at 8 PM, Mihael." And with that, Kyle went on his merry way.

When he was out of sight, I took sight of the Lobby and sighed. It took a moment for everything to fully sink in deep; I had gotten my first job and will be working at the one place I hated with a fiery passion. I wanted to cry out in joy, but I didn't want to be seen as ridiculous for it so I would patiently wait until I got back home to celebrate my greatest achievement.

As a small group of kids ran past me, the smile on my face grew. All these kids looked so happy and carefree, probably believing that they were safe and not having to worry that a disappearance wasn't going to happen again. That those crimes were never going to repeat themselves again.

As that went through my mind, I closed my eyes and thought about how life would've been if the disappearances never happened. I felt a single tear trail down my cheek as I did.

I could see it; the families that were torn apart and moved out of the town were there with their kids, my mother and father looking down at me and my sister with smiles, me and my sister looking at them with smiles of our own, and the woman Vanessa watching over us. I could see it all.

Life would've been so much simpler and happier if the disappearances never happened. None of the families, including mine, wouldn't have to go through the pain and despair that followed when those that we loved and cared about were taken from us. We wouldn't have to live with the fear that one of us would lose those we loved while it was happening. I wouldn't have hated the place if they never happened nor resist the urge to throw up every time I saw it or heard of it.

Unfortunately for the small town of Hurricane, the disappearances did happen and we all had to go through the pain, despair, and fear that followed them. It was a horrible tragedy to go through. I would never forget the first kid that had gone missing when the Pizzaplex opened a few days later.

The first kid that went missing was a 10-year-old Caucasian boy named Evan Waters. I didn't know much about him or his family, but what I did know was that the several times I'd seen him, he was a sweet young kid who always ran around with a huge smile on his face, laughing innocently as he did.

When Evan went missing, it was a shocking and heartbreaking thing to ever go through. I would never forget how devastated Evan's family was when their little boy couldn't be found. How the mother fell down on her knees and cried hysterically and how the father tried to reassure his wife that he would be found. I cried when I saw that.

Since my dad was the chief of police at the time, he and the police did all they could to find him but weren't successful. It didn't help them or my father when more kids began disappearing and they failed to find them. I would never forget how they pleaded and begged my father to find them and how their small hope diminished when they weren't successful. In the end, the families were either torn apart or moved out of Hurricane.

As it was happening, my father gave my mother, me, and my sister very strict guidelines to follow whenever we went to the Pizzaplex; none of us were to split up from each other, we were to stick together and do exactly as we were told. I believed that was why it didn't happen to my family sooner. It was those strict guidelines that prevented the tragedy from happening to my family, but unfortunately, we would be the last ones to lose someone we loved two years later.

I felt tears trailing down my cheeks as I relived that day; the day my little sister had gone missing. It didn't help when it happened on her birthday… during her birthday party.

I was 17 and my sister turned 12 that day. We were in the Atrium, the four of us having the time of our lives when my sister felt the need to use the restroom. My mother and father asked me to go with her and I agreed. The second we got to the bathroom, my sister charged in as if her life depended on it. I had no idea that was going to be the last time I would see her.

I waited outside the bathroom, slowly growing impatient as it seemed that she was taking a shit. After waiting for like 30 minutes and having enough, I called out, asking if she was done. She didn't reply. I felt something in my gut telling me that something wasn't right. When I had called out again and didn't receive a reply, I charged into the lady's room and searched all of the stalls… and found them empty.

I would never forget the fear and panic that went through me when I realized that she went missing. I ran out of the bathroom and began to search the entire Lobby for her. When I failed to find her, I ran back to the Atrium and informed them what happened.

I would never forget the sheer panic and despair that formed on my mother's face as she began to cry while my father demanded to know the full story. I told him everything and what followed was a blur.

It was the worst day of our lives. All I remember was the despair and anger that flowed through me as I felt the instinct to search for my sister, but I wasn't able to as my mother did her best to restrain me while my father and the police searched. They weren't able to find her and it hit me, my mother, and my father, hard. VERY hard. A few days later, my father committed suicide and that was the day that my hatred for the Pizzaplex was born.

I sighed and I opened my eyes, wiping the tears away. I always hated reliving those days, especially when they haunted me for the last 10 years in the form of nightmares. Those damn nightmares only fueled my hatred for the Mega Pizzaplex as I was forced against my very will to relive those days. Even if I tried to block all of the pain and those memories from my mind, it didn't stop the nightmares from plaguing my sleep.

'I miss you, sis,' I thought to myself, feeling my eyes well up with tears as the memories replayed in my head one last time. 'I miss you, father. I wish you were both still here with me and mother. I wish I did more to help you search for her, father. I'm so sorry…'

I snapped out of it when I heard kids screaming excitedly. I wiped the tears away from my eyes, not wanting to be seen as weak again. I may have cried once in front of these people, but I wasn't going to do it again. Being seen crying once was good enough, but being seen crying again was a little too much.

I turned my attention to the statue of the bear, Freddy Fazbear, to where all of the excited, screaming kids were coming from. I was very curious as to what was going on while I was lost in my imagination and reliving old memories of the past. It was there that I first saw them; the four mascots.

They were completely surrounded by a large group of kids, all of them begging for an autograph. They had to be at least a few inches taller than a fully grown adult and looked hyper-realistic. I instantly took notice of their appearance.

The first one was an orange bear wearing a top hat and black bow tie. He had light blue eyes and claws, a red earring in his left ear, and was wearing red shoulder pauldrons, and spiked bracelets. That bear was undoubtedly Freddy.

The second was an alligator with green scales sporting a red mohawk, green scale-textured pants, and black claws. He was wearing spiked bracelets on his wrists, yellow-star-shaped sunglasses, and purple shoulder pauldrons. That had to be Montgomery Gator. How the kids were not intimidated by his appearance was beyond me.

The third was a white and pink chicken with an orange beak, dark blue eyes, and orange feet. She had stray feathers on the top of her head, a pink bow, a pink marking surrounding her right eye, spiked bracelets on her wrists, and green triangular-shaped earrings. That one had to be Glamrock Chica.

The last one was an animatronic wolf. She had long silvery hair that reached down the entirety of her back with a bright green streak with a tail in the same silvery color. She had purple lipstick, yellow eyes, the claws on her hands being lime green while the claws on her feet were purple, and spiked bracelets on her wrists with one acting as a choker around her neck. Both of her ears were pierced, and she was wearing a red crop top T-shirt with black star shapes that exposed her stomach, a spiked belt, red short shorts, and red shoulder pauldrons. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the one and only Roxanne Wolf.

The thing that caught my attention the most was their style. The way they looked reminded me of how musicians dressed up way back in the 1980s. What inspired the company to go with that kind of style is a mystery, though I did find it interesting. It was honestly a very nice change from the typical style that other companies went with when designing their own animatronics.

Just then, Roxanne Wolf took her attention away from the happy kids and looked in my direction. She made direct eye contact with me, to which I did the same. As time went by, I began to feel uncomfortable. I was hoping and expecting her to be the one to break eye contact first since the kids began trying to get her attention.

She never did, unfortunately. As we continued to maintain eye contact with each other, she tilted her head slightly to the side in a curious fashion. I really wanted to look away, but I couldn't. It was like my eyes refused to move. Why couldn't I look away?

I felt a soft tap on my left shoulder, the sudden contact snapping me out of it. I felt my heart skip as I flinched, spun around, balled my hands up into fists, and swung them rapidly. Standing before me was my mother, who was looking like she was trying to fight off laughter. I breathed a sigh of relief before I glared at her.

"What the balls, Mom!" I snapped. "You scared the life out of me."

"Sorry, baby," my mother said. "I saw you standing here like a statue so I walked over and tapped you to see if you would snap out of it."

"While nearly giving me a heart attack in the process." It took me a moment to realize something. "Why are you here instead of being at the party?"

"When I got to the Atrium, I noticed that Peter wasn't around," she began. "I asked Bella if she knew where he went, and she told me that he went to go to the bathroom real quick. When Peter arrived, he had the biggest smile on his face, looking like he had just done something good. I went to ask him what was up and if you apologize to him when those guys showed up on stage and began playing a song."

My mom turned and pointed to the four mascots, who were still signing autographs. Thankfully, Roxanne Wolf wasn't looking in my direction. "Mihael, I wish you were there to see it. It was amazing! The way they moved, how they played, and how Freddy went around the stage singing the lyrics. It was so human-like!"

This piqued my interest. I stared intently at the four animatronics as the kids hopped away from them happily, clutching their plushies tightly to their chests. I watched their movements very closely and realized something I didn't notice before.

The way they moved their arms and turned their heads to face each other was how my mother described it; human-like. There wasn't even the slightest hint that they were robots, to begin with. I was amazed by this. Like, holy crow, how can that be possible?

Roxanne Wolf turned her head in my direction, and once again made eye contact with me. When I made eye contact with her as well, it was only then I realized why I was unable to look away previously.

Despite her being an animatronic, Roxanne Wolf was devastatingly and extraordinarily beautiful. She had a beauty that I was pretty sure she wasn't aware that she had. If you were to put her in a large group of different animatronics like her, I had no doubt in my mind that you would easily be able to pick her out because of her beauty. How that was even possible was fascinating.

The sound of fingers snapping snapped me out of my trance and I shook my head to clear it. I looked to see my mom giving me an annoyed look.

"Were you even listening to me?" she asked me, sounding annoyed. I rubbed the back of my hand sheepishly.

"Sorry, I got distracted. What were you saying?"

"I said do you want to get going?" I was taken by surprise at this. I didn't know why, but I was having a hard time believing what I thought she said.

"Err, what?" I asked stupidly.

"Do you want to head home?" Okay, that time I heard it clearly.

I didn't know why this was happening or why I was mentally surprised at myself for even feeling this way. Knowing myself, I would have said 'yes' immediately, feeling both grateful and relieved at the same time to get away from the Pizzaplex. I wasn't. Instead, I felt a very small, strange sense of sadness at the prospect of leaving.

I pushed this feeling away and nodded my head. "Yeah, I want to head home now."

My mom nodded and with that, we began heading out of the Pizzaplex. I took one last glance at Roxanne Wolf and saw that she was watching me leave. I looked away as me and my mother stepped out of the Pizzaplex and walked over to the car. Once we got in the car and strapped in, my mom drove us out of the parking lot and began the journey back to my house.

It took about 15 minutes for us to arrive back at my house and I was happy to be home. Thankfully, that feeling of sadness had vanished on the way, so that was a relief. But at the same time, I was mentally frustrated as my thoughts drifted to… her.

For the entire ride home, my thoughts kept wandering to Roxanne Wolf; how outstanding her beauty was, her staring and making direct eye contact with me, and how she watched me leave the Pizzaplex. No matter how hard I tried to think about something else, she just kept popping up in my thoughts.

This was ridiculous! Why does she keep invading my thoughts?! She's just an animatronic, not some gorgeous, hot-looking chick! So, why?! Why can't she just stay out of my head?!

"Mihael?" I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of my name. I shook my head rapidly to clear it up and faced my mother, who had a slightly frustrated expression.

"Yes?"

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"No, sorry," I replied shamefully.

"Did you do anything fun at the Pizzaplex?" I felt my heart drop at the question. Uh oh.

I had completely forgotten that I promised my mother that I was going to do something fun at the Pizzaplex. I was so focused during the interview that I had forgotten all about it. While I did apologize to Peter, I failed to fulfill that one part of the promise I made. I felt nothing but shame at this.

"Well?" she urged. I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes.

"No, I didn't," I replied shamefully.

"Why not?" she asked, sounding upset.

"Well, it was because Peter went to get the manager, whose name is Kyle Baker, to inform him that I was looking for a job. He brought me to his office, interviewed me, and to make a long story short; I ended up getting the job as the security guard. I will begin my first shift tomorrow night at 8 PM."

I didn't know what I was expecting, but I was 100% sure as hell wasn't expecting her reaction. My mother's mouth fell open, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, her face an expression of utter shock. I was beginning to think I broke her, but her eyes rapidly blinking told me that she was still operational.

"You got a job at the Pizzaplex?" she cried out.

Uh oh.

"Well, yeah," I replied sheepishly. "But hey, at least you wouldn't be hearing me complain about not having a job every time you come over to visit. I'm pretty sure that it has gotten pretty old over the last five years, don't you think?"

"That's true, but at the Pizzaplex? Honey, you've made it very clear that you wanted nothing to do with the place and that nothing on this planet was going to change your mind today and the previous times it was brought up in conversation on occasion. Why the sudden change?"

This was an easy question to answer. I had two reasons for the sudden change, but I wasn't going to tell her the first reason. I didn't want to tell her that I was planning to figure out what happened to all of those kids that went missing, but I was going to tell her I wanted to keep the kids safe so something like that never happened again. It was a good enough reason, even for her.

"Well," I began, "I want to keep the kids safe so that way, nothing like what happened 10 years ago happens again."

To this, she smiled. "That's wonderful to hear that you want to do some good." The smile faded and it was replaced with a frown. "But you don't have any experience with being a security guard. How could they hire you without that benefit?"

My mom hit the nail on the head. This question reminded me of what happened during the interview. Kyle asked me if I had any experience as a security guard, and when I told him no and that it was stupid of me for not thinking that through, he suddenly admitted that I really didn't need any prior experience. It was all very suspicious. Didn't anyone, especially someone getting their first job like me, need that kind of experience or maybe some kind of training now that I thought about it? To me in a sense, it was like they didn't care and that was incredibly suspicious.

"You're right on that," I replied. "It's really suspicious, but hey, at least I have a job."

"Yes, but Mihael, do you know the risks that come with it?" To this, I shook my head. "Mihael, being a security guard is no easy task. You will find yourself in some very dangerous situations, ones that will put your life on the line. You will be working long hours, and since this is your first job, this could have a negative effect on both your physical and mental health.

"I'm glad that you now have a job, but if something happens to you on the clock…" Her eyes began to water and she sniffled. "You're all that I have left, Mihael. I don't know what I would do if I lost you…"

I understood why this worried her. This was something I didn't think through either. I didn't even think about how this could affect my mom in any way. Seeing it now made my heart ache painfully.

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. She responded by hugging me back.

"It'll be okay, Mom," I whispered in her ear reassuringly. "I promise I'll be careful."

"I know you will," she said. "I love you."

"Love you too, Mom." With that, I stepped out of the car and watched her drive away. Once she was out of sight, I walked over to the front door and stepped inside, closing the door behind me.

Author's Note:

This was the hardest chapter I've ever written for this story so far. I can't even tell you guys how many times I've edited or changed the scene for the interview and the last segment for this chapter to make it the way it is now. I know I said that I will have Mihael be introduced to the animatronics in this chapter, but I couldn't find a good place to do that. I did, however, allow them to have their first appearance in this chapter, so that counts.

I hope I did well on the interview part. Since I take my writing very seriously, I tried to make it as realistic as possible. I even did research just so I did it right. Aside from that, I'm really glad about how this chapter turned out and I will see you guys in Chapter Four, where Mihael will begin his first shift for the job and meets the animatronics in person, Roxanne Wolf especially.

Chapter Four might take as long as Chapter Three, so please be patient. All constructive criticism is appreciated! :)

Update: Added more to the chapter, giving it a much more appropriate ending.

Update 2: Added new story content.