4 Bella & Dipper

part 1

Tomorrow is the day. Starting 12am Monday, I'll be at my new job. I was running out of money, unable to pay my bills without going in debt, so I looked online for some places around my area. After an hour of searching and getting distracted by porn ads, I found a place. A pizzeria not far from my home. It's called Freddy Fazbear's Franchise, fun for people of all ages. I turned 18 not long ago, but I've never been a fan of restaurants. Especially ones like this, it's super busy throughout the day. My parents have told me about here, they told me I wasn't allowed to visit because of the missing people cases. They lasted a few years, around 2 people every so months were reported missing. They had closed down the pizzeria a few years ago, and opened it up recently with promises for no harm. Which means more children, more loudness, and more mess.
Thank God I chose night guard, and not cleanup crew. All I have to do is lay in a chair for 6 hours, stare at some robots, make sure there's no intruders, and I get paid $400 a night. I'm going to get rich by the end of this week. I work from Monday to Friday.

It's currently Sunday night, and it's pretty late for my new schedule, 8pm. At least I slept in, I won't be as tired running off of 3 hours of sleep. I decided to take a warm bath before going to bed to cool my stress. After the bath, I set up an outfit for tomorrow. F/c matching bra and underwear, a baggy white t-shirt and a plain skirt. Considering I'm staying over night, I might as well be comfortable.

I woke up to my alarm screeching it's annoying sound. I remember setting one, but not at this hour. I checked the time. 11:30pm, I'm going to be late! I swiftly hurried up to get ready. It was already 11:45pm, I really need to stop sleeping though my alarm. I got my keys and drove from home to the factory.

The franchise was dim inside, cleanup crew hadn't left yet surprisingly, but sucks I'll have to fake a smile to strangers walking by. I walked in and looked around the factory I was raised to never go into.
"Hey girlie, we're closed." Spoke one of the men.
"Oh actually, I applied here for nightshift guard. They said shift starts at 12am?"
The two men holding cleanup tools looked at eachother.
"A girl? Working nightshift? Who are you trying to play?" The other said, passive aggressively.
I was confused. Were they being sexist, or being worried for me? I showed them the application. They looked at eachother once again and looked back at me.
"Okay, there down that hall, to the left, that's your office."
"Thank you." I reply, forcing a small smile.

I walked down the hall full of posters of children drawings. Some were disturbing, drawn by the teenagers who know the stories. Walking Animatronics leading people to the back stage, never to be seen again. A few drawings were goreish, I'm surprised they are up.

I stepped into my office. It was decently spacious, not at all like I thought for this crappy restaurant. I sat down in the cushioned rolling chair that was set infront of a metal desk covered in crumpled paper and other trash. A monitor sat on the right side of the table, it was small and old, and it has the security camera footages. I threw my legs up on the desk, knocking over an empty cup. Not caring, I continued to and lean back into the chair. This is going to be one boring, long night. I stared at the tiled ceilings, memorizing the detail of them each. Dirty white, looks like flies have been doing their gross thing up there. One wipe and it would ruin a towel.

I heard a knock on the door. Scared and shocked to hear a noise in an empty building, I looked over. A tall man, wearing a lavender t-shirt and violet overalls with the suspenders hanging off.
"Hey." He said.