My vision was blurry, but I sat in a big, open room at a desk. There were monitors and a flashlight on the table in front of me. Where I was... I had never seen this place in my life. A loud groan, or grinding noise, came from down the hall. I shook in my seat, trying to wake up; this had to be a dream. I pinched myself, pulled my hair, slapped myself, but nothing worked. there was no way I just randomly appeared in a building I hadn't seen in my entire life!
The disturbing noise came closer to me; I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down the long hallway in front of me. The overhead lights flickered and sputtered out, so I could barely see anything. The flashlight didn't do much, but I could make out the shape of someone walking towards me. Smoke filled the hall and my room.
"Who's there?" I called out; I was terrified, and you could tell through my voice.
"Well hello there beautiful~" I heard a voice from the hall coming from the person. Their voice was husky and sent shivers up my spine.
They walked closer, and upon further inspection, I made out the figure to be a man. He had a night guard outfit as I had on, and a cigarette hung out of his mouth. More smoke filled the room as he took a puff. He made it to the giant over-sized desk and leaned over it, looking me up and down
"Now, what is a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this~?" I let a small laugh escape from my lips.
"Pretty, sure," I rolled my eyes, "Where am I?"
He laughed, "You work here, don't you?" He offered me the cigarette, and I politely declined, "You're the new girl I saw earlier, aren't you?"
"I guess so," I didn't know what he was talking about. I had never been here before.
I looked up from my desk and was met by the man looking through the stray papers on my desk. A majority of them were the drawings the kids did that they just left here; some kids drew the creepy as shit marionette for example.
"Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are~?" He smirked.
"What?" I felt my face heat up and I stuttered horribly.
He walked around the desk and stood right in front of me. He bent down to meet my face. Tilting my chin up, he pressed his lips against mine. I fluttered my eyes, trying to comprehend what was happening, but gave in and kissed back. My heart started pounding, and I couldn't do anything to stop it; Well, I could have, but I loved it way too much.
He pulled away and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my spinning chair.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He grinned.
"Trust me, sweetheart," He turned to me and brushed his hand against my waist, "You'll love it~"
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The distant sound of bickering brought me back from my dream world. I sat up and yawned.
"Oh look," A voice complained, "You woke up Bitch-zilla"
An audible smack could be heard. I flinched and opened my eyes.
Mike sat on the floor next to my bed, rubbing the side of his face, "Not fair dude!"
"Sorry, Mike! You were being a jerk though," Jeremy stood at the end of my bed, holding his hand.
I smiled and cleared my throat, "Why did you wake me up, boys?" They jumped at the comment.
"I found a flyer for something while I was out," Mike pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me, "This place is hiring, and I thought you would want to look into it since we had such good memories at the diner..."
The flyer was a light, pastel blue, and was covered in colorful balloons and streamers. It had a bold, black text that read info about the job;
*HELP WANTED*
°NIGHT GUARD SHIFT°
° WAITRESS POSITIONS NEEDED°
°6 DOLLARS AN HOUR°
Working Hours: 12-6
-No experience needed-
Call 1-800-FAZBEAR
"Do you seriously want to work at the same diner we went to when we were kids?" I rolled my eyes at Mike and laughed.
"It's a different franchise for one, and they're paying two dollars over the minimum wage! It's a total deal!"
"New franchise?" I lifted my eyes from the paper and looked to Jeremy and Mike.
"Yeah, they switched the owners and made a different place," He played with the sleeve of his shirt, "It's called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria now."
"Hmm," I got up and found some decent clothes to go out in.
"You seem like you're not fully here," Mike handed me my glasses, "Are you alright?"
I sighed, "Yeah, I just had this really weird dream."
"Well?" He gestured for me to continue.
"I was in this warehouse area," I began, trying to pull my shirt over my head, "There were kid's drawings everywhere... It kinda looked like where a kid would have their birthday party."
"That sounds familiar actually," Mike stated, handing me my jeans.
"There was this guy there too," I felt myself get light-headed, but ignored it, "He had purple and black hair, and wore a uniform."
"Maybe he worked there?" Mike tried. I nodded.
"Maybe so..." I thought back to the dream, but it felt like it just disintegrated in my mind.
"Is that all?"
"I can't remember anything else," I grabbed my shoes and walked to the living room. The faint sounds of the ocean could be heard from my bedroom window.
"Well, at least you can remember part of your dream," Jeremy laughed as we entered our small grand room. Jeremy sat on the kitchen counter trying to reach some cereal but was failing miserably.
"Well, whenever you guys are ready to go, we can go check out the pizzeria."
I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter and shoved my phone into my pocket. Mike took his jacket and led Jeremy out the door by his shirt collar.
I felt a strong force urging me to go to the pizzeria; it was kinda disturbing. I shook away the feeling and walked down the street towards downtown.
