The soft ticks of the clock
*Tick*
*Tock*
*Tick*
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*Tock*
*Crrrk*
"Hey guys, need a bit with a group of kids around the arcade with the giant Music Man. I ain't used to dealing with kids, anyone got any advice on how to clear them out so the janitors can clean up their mess?" A young male voice spoke through a small walkie-talkie, the device itself sat on the edge of a nightstand next to a twin XL large bed. Under the heavy blankets stir awake a man in his early thirties, waking up from his peaceful sleep from the disturbance of the walkie-talkie. He was having a pleasant dream but sadly that dream flew out the window of a bullet train since he had to help a rookie how to deal with kids. Fridays were just a Monday morning for weekend day workers, the day they must deal with waves of kids.
A hand reached out from under the blankets, grabbing a hold of the small walkie-talkie. As soon the hand pulls back, the blankets slowly rose and fell to reveal the woken up man. One small glance at the digital clock to his side informed the man that it was 9:40 A.M. He brought the small device up to his as he press down on the button, speaking through the device in a cold formal tone.
"Shout out that Freddy and his gang are about to perform in twenty minutes, that'll give them enough time to make it and get the first row seats." Letting go of the button, the man groans as he rubs his eyes. Being woken two hours before his alarm was something he didn't enjoy, but it beats being belly-flopped by a crowd of children. The poor random security guard that had suffered the weight of four big bone kids that pretended to be sumo wrestlers.
He pulled the covers off of himself before getting out of bed. Going back to sleep was pointless for this man, his body felt ready to carry out the day and handle any challenges thrown in his wary, even if those said challenges are to deal with small kids that may or may not turn into brats and aim for the cheap shot between the legs.
"Thank you, Y/N. That helped me with the troubles of the kids." A small chirp comes from the walkie-talkie before it turned off. Y/N shook his head and turned the radio off, not wanting to deal with it while he takes a shower.
"Rookies.' You grabbed a fresh pair of clothes before making your way to the bathroom.
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"Morning Harold, morning Clem." Walking into the break room, you held an M17 handgun in your hand before putting the firearm in your holster on your hip.
"I still don't get why you need to bring a gun to a child-friendly place every day you work here." Harold groan and cover his face with one hand while with the other he took a sip of his coffee.
"Harold, you gotta lay off from the Runner's boss. He does have his rights to bear arms, plus even friendly child places can have risks of armed folks coming in and shooting up the place." Clem defend you for your reason of being armed.
You walked further into the break room to take a look on the whiteboard to see who has cooked and what they had cooked for every employee's breakfast snack. Written on the board with the name Meg beside the meal cooked was: Grilled cheese sandwiches, honey rolled pancakes and French toast with a side dish of bacon. It was nice to see that someone in this place cooked for those that missed their breakfast.
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‼️Breached⁉️ (Glamrock Chica x Male!reader)
FanfictionFour years of working in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Plex, Y/N worked as a security guard at the family friendly mall structured Pizza Plex; however, this man was not an average security guard that could be compared to a mall cop. Due to how big the pizz...
