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𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝟔𝟒 — 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐠.
“𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭
𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.”

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the aggresive tapping of your gameboy buttons had begun to annoy your father. he brung you to his office. since it was friday after school, you had nothing to do, and he's always reluctant to let you go places on your own, even at 16, he decided it'd be better if you stayed with him in his office and watched him do paperwork.

you didn't oblige, as long as you could still do stuff that you liked in the meantime.

charlie was watching you intensely play a round of pacman, sitting in a chair beside yours. you were just about to get past your highscore when the ghosts had begun to corner you. you tried to swerve past them, but to no luck. you had died, losing your last life, and effectively losing the entire game.

"ugh!!" you sighed, letting your head fall back against the chair. charlie slumped down, having been hyped seeing you play.

"does this mean i can play now?" charlie asked, a bright smile on her face. you couldn't say no to that cute little face.

"yeahh." you pouted, handing her the gameboy and glancing out the large window behind your father's desk.

"uhh.. how do i play?" she asked and you showed her the game cards you brought with you, pacman and tetris. and those were the only ones you had. you also showed her how to use the buttons. she chose to play tetris.

you snickered, thinking of your highscore. no one you know had ever been able to beat it. that being a few friends from middle school.

she started playing and you looked over at your dad, a boiling question bubbling to the surface. "are there any jobs here?" for a moment he didn't realize you were talking to him, then he looked up from his paperwork and lowered his glasses. "of course, why?"

you didn't really know why you asked the question, but you were just curious. "i dunno, i wanna make some money and get more games." he chuckled and smiled. "you know you can just ask me to buy you them?"

you nodded, smiling back. "yeah but i want to feel the success of buying it with my own hard earned money. otherwise i feel bad." you blinked and he nodded thinking for a moment.

"well you can't be a chef.. entertainer.. waitress.. security guard.. that leaves janitor." you looked at him, speechless. "hell to the no am i not cleaning up after little drooling brainless kids!" you shot back and he chuckled, expecting that reaction from you.

"no job then." he looked down at his paperwork and continued to fill it out.

you looked out the window in annoyance, though you still felt bad. you were old enough to help, so why couldn't you?

"is there anything i can do to help? like even for free. but no janitor." you asked and he thought for a moment.

"well we're going to start hiring security guards soon so... how about this. i'll pay you to memorize all rules, history of the diner, about the animatronics and their components, about staff and jobs. and to make automated messages for the security guard and the ones after that, for their entire first week, in which you help them on the way and use the information you've memorized. 50 bucks each call. do we have a deal?" he said and you hummed, thinking about it. what was there to think about? it was basically free money for you. you knew most of those things anyway. you'd still read more about them though, just to be sure.