Just an Attraction (Yandere! Springtrap x Fem! Reader)

3 - Training

"Yes, I'll be okay. Thank you for sending me money when I was struggling though. I'll pay you back as soon as I can." I used my fork to poke mindlessly at my salad while I spoke to my mother. A small smile curved against my lips as she reassured me like how she always does. Stuffing the fork into my mouth, I chewed on the small piece of lettuce as I heard her out.
"(Y/N). Don't worry about paying me back. Sometimes we all just need a little help. I'm just happy you got the job. It's easier on my conscience." She spoke softly but with a stern tone that proved her seriousness. I swallowed the chunks of lettuce before replying, "Thanks, mom. I'll do my best since tonight is my first day on the job." I gazed down at my semi-empty plate, I twisted my fork at another piece of lettuce then proceeded to pop it into my mouth. I eventually finished my meal by the time we exchanged our goodbyes. Rubbing the nape of my neck, I cleaned up my mess of dishes and cautiously placed them on the dish rack to dry. I then used the towel hanging over the oven's handle to pat down my wet hands. A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on what the night would bring. Soon after, I had slipped out of my loungewear and changed into the uniform. It smelled strongly of Formaldehyde which made me want to put on perfume but I couldn't afford to be late so I exited the house quickly and made a trip to my car.

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The drive wasn't all too bad. Since it was pretty late there was not a lot of traffic which made me arrive a little bit earlier than I had expected. I didn't have the keys to enter the facility so I would have to wait for the employee who would be training me. Michael, I believed his name to be. I wonder what he looked like. Jim did mention that he was in the office before me so could it be possible that he was the man I bumped into? Or was that a coincidence?

I remained slumped against the wall, feeling the bumps of the archaic bricks dig through the fabric of my tacky shirt. I ignored the sharpness of it and waited patiently for the employee to arrive. Was he usually late? Heavy footsteps to the left of me seemed to answer my questions as I turned to gawk at the tall figure approaching my direction. A jingling of keys rang in my ears as I watched him pull out a lanyard from his pocket. I was right. He was the same man as before who rudely knocked into my shoulder. I decided to not bring it up since it would be awkward but it gave me an idea as to how he is as a person. This caused me to be nervous because he didn't seem like such a nice guy.
"You, (Y/N)?" He inquired, his cap still shielding over his eyes.
"Yes," I replied.
"Shit, you're so young. What was that idiot thinking?" He seemed to neglect my presence as he inserted the key into the door and clicked it open.
"Pardon?" I narrowed my eyes as I watched him. Under the night light hanging above the door, I managed to finally get a better glimpse of him. He was certainly older than me, I'd estimate his age to be within his late 40s. With dull blue eyes and a sickly pale complexion that was complemented by his balding tufts of brown hair.
"Nothing. Come with me and let's get you started." His voice has a husky drawl and every step he takes is in slow motion compared to almost anyone else I know. I followed behind him quietly while remembering to be cautious of the decor.

He led me to an office that looked completely different than what I had in mind. Compared to Jim's office, this looked like the backrooms. It was disgusting. A table occupied with nothing but strange articles and trash was placed in front of a long window that had strange liquids dripping off its edges. The fan and cup of expired soda just looked sad sitting at the table. Toward the door were two trash cans. One of which was empty while animatronic pieces occupied the other. Drawings covered the walls but they were probably older than me judging by the condition of them as well as the writing.
"This...This is it?" I spoke a little too loudly.
"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?" He snickered as he watched my expression distort from the disgust I felt standing in the room, "You know what the best part is? Everything is a fire hazard! Which is why it's important to reboot ventilations constantly."
"I'm sorry, what?" I froze. He could not be serious. He was joking. Please tell me this was a sick joke. Or is it a dream? Am I dreaming and can I wake up?
"Let's get to work, shall we? I don't know if Jim has told you anything about me but my name is Michael Afton. I've worked with this franchise for years. And-" He was cut off as a ringing echoed through the room. Our attention drifted over to the telephone as a message began to play out, "Oh, you might want to hear this." He informed me quickly while he turned to check on the monitors. The voicemail slowly began to play on the phone as if he had cued it to do so.

He-hey! Glad you came back for another night! I promise it'll be a lot more interesting this time! We found som-some great new relics over the weekend, and were out tracking down a new lead right now!

"Who is this?" I asked, but when I turned to face Michael, he simply shrugged at me with a half-smile.

So, uhh- let me just update you real quick, then you can get to work. We have to make sure everything works, and nothing catches on fire! Uhm, whenever the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building, and work their way towards you, and pass you, and out the exit.

"Does this apply to me? I'm not doing dayshift or anything like that." I told him but he once again brushed me off. His focus was on the monitors and tapping through what appeared to be cameras. I guess he's not much of a talker, or maybe he's secretly annoyed with me.

Uh, yeah you've officially become part of the attraction. Uh, you'll be starring as... The Security Guard! So not only will you be monitoring the people on the camera as they pass through, you know, to make sure no one steals anything or, (makes out?) at the corner, but you'll also be a part of the show!

I listened to the audio play out. The man behind these voicemails made the job seem promising though he sometimes mentioned a few subjects that had me questioning the credibility of this place.
"Come here." Michael gestured, his eyes still glued to the screen. I obeyed, peeking over his shoulder as he thoroughly explained the mechanisms of the tablet as well as the importance of creating sounds and rebooting the system. He allowed me to occasionally test out some of the options but would get frustrated easily if I zoned out.
"Think you can handle it?"
"I think I can."
"Good because he hasn't moved yet. When the son of a bitch starts moving it'll be a matter of survival.
"What?" I froze, "Who is he? What are you talking about?" The man beside me rubbed his temples, removing his cap as well as he struggled to form a response.
"I am sorry." He apologized suddenly as he turned to look me in the eye. "There is an evil force in here. One of which I can't explain."
"Evil? Are you messing around because it's a horror attraction? That's not funny." I glared at him. I couldn't explain it but there was this look in his gaze that made my toes curl and stomach twist with anxiousness. He seemed so serious! Surely he was only kidding. My fears washed away as a loud, raspy laugh escaped his lips.
"You thought I was serious, huh?" He slapped his thigh as he continued to force a laugh, "Of course, I was kidding!"
"Oh well, okay." I cracked a smile. It was nice seeing him loosen up even if it did seem forced.

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"Goodnight (Y/N)! Looks like you survived the first night." He joked as he waved me off. A yawn suddenly escaping his lips while he turned his back to me. "Goodnight! I sure did." I forced a smile as I watched him walk off to the parking lot behind the building. What a strange man.

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A/N: Have a good day.