{: A New Promise :} (ON HOLD FOR NOW)

Interviews Pt. 1

(HEADS UP, I AM KIND OF IMAGINING Y/N AS MALE PRESENTING KINDA??? But yall can change it mentally. Ykyk 😻 im like half dead litearlly rotting, decaying even.)

"Oh god, oh goodness, christ lord heck-" came a voice from an interior of a slightly beat up car in (IRNoC - Insert restaurant name of choice)'s parking lot, sitting there was (bsf/n) slightly trembling as they 'gently' bashed their head onto the drivers wheel... -ok more like the power force of concaving a cranium- but anyways,-

Today was (Bsf/n)'s interview with the boss of the newly opened Freddy Fazbear's Pepperoneri who was coincidentally their friend. Childhood friend to be exact. Honestly they only found out due to (y/n) telling them whilst in a conversation, nothing interesting but (bsf/n) figured that starting a conversation about workplaces and jobs was the go to in a feeble attempt to hide their recently unemployed sorry ass... But to be honest, (Y/n) didn't really say anything about hiring. It was only after (bsf/n), who was running on desperate instinct on finding a job, practically begged to (y/n) on their knees for them to consider interviewing them and seeing if they could be hired after learning about the new location (Y/n) was opening.

(Y/n), being surprised but understanding enough to not pry into the reason on why (Bsf/n) was so suddenly unemployed, took some time to silently think about it before giving a solid answer. Long story short, (Bsf/n) was mentally preparing themself for their interview. Meaning (y/n) offered a position for them! (Y/n) was always so composed and thought out, something (Bsf/n) couldn't imagine themself as. Sure, they front as a more outgoing extroverted jokester but realistically, they're a downright nervous wreck to the core.

Relaxing their ironclad grip on the abused steering wheel, (bsf/n) took deep shaky breaths until the rhythm evened out. They could do this! It couldn't be THAT hard, plus (Y/n) is their dear friend! Surely that gave them extra credit points... hopefully... probably not- but anyways. They should probably get going now,

They're just stalling the inevitable.

...

Somewhere in the establishment,

Steady hands would pick up the thick stack of papers off the table, all containing legal work. Lifting the stack of papers up vertically and lightly tapping the bottom side onto the table to even them out until they resembled a seamless rectangular block. (Y/n), who just finished organising all the equipment and other materials needed for the busy day, would walk to a small section of filing cabinets just hidden in the corner of the small office. With precise and planned movements, (Y/n) would open drawer after drawer of the filing cabinets and put sectioned out stacks of legal work and other various legitimate permissions into their respective metal compartments.

With such organised movements, the process was expedited to a significant degree. Good, now that THAT was out the way. (Y/n) could finally progress with their schedule. Taking a quick glance at their watch on their wrist, they'd see it's near the time at which (bsf/n) would be arriving for their interview. (Bsf/n)... They were always a bit excitable yet timorous, though they try to hide the fact that they're a nervous wreck, studied by a observant eye would easily reveal their lack of confidence when not backed up by at least one other person- (Y/n) would snap themself out of their character study of their childhood best friend. Recently, (Y/n) would find themselves in deeper thought than usual, not that it's out of character for them but more like just a small detail they themself picked up on.

Enough wasting time, how long were you just standing there in thought? You're wasting time. Turning away from the filing cabinets and towards the rest of the office, you'd skim over the layout. A sturdy new desk with a security setup on it with a variety of screens showing different areas on the pepperoneri, minimal blind spots. Because of how new everything was, there weren't many decorations in the office so it just felt slightly... bland. Luckily, that wouldn't be much of a problem for you. you didn't mind it.. But there was something you needed to add, another chair. There was currently only one in the office for the guard or guards. Depending if dayguards wanted to wander in occasionally and check, usually it was the nightguards that festered in the office 24/7. (Y/n) was planning on hosting the brief interview with (bsf/n) in the office, just for the professional appeal. Personally, they didn't really need to be in the office for the interview since the place hasn't officially opened yet, meaning they could just be outside anywhere. But you liked the professional appeal as stated earlier.

(Y/n) heads out the office, needing an extra chair for the office temporarily for the interview with (bsf/n) they would walk out to the main room. You couldn't get a chair from one of the dining tables because... they're not those kind of 'chairs'. More like leather cushion seats built on wooden frames drilled into the floor, back to back. Sections separated by wooden slabs. Basically booths with tables between the seats facing each other, but not quite. You deviated from the usual Freddy Fazbear's pepperoneri setup in the manual for something more high quality, no one would really enjoy the visual of cheap foldable tables with mediocre sheets thrown over them. Most of these booths were pretty much done, except for the few in the west part of the room. They still needed to be completed properly.

Finding no movable seats in the dining area, you go to the prize corner.

At the current state it's in, it's just the bare bones of a prize corner with no prizes, yet. But luckily you did find a little metal frame chair with a cushion for the seat. Perfect. Hastily picking it up, you'd walk back towards the office down the hallway and into the office residing on the left side of the hallway. (Y/n), taking the time they presumably had before (bsf/n) arrived to set up the office for the interview. They weren't really worried about (Bsf/n) responses in the interview nor the exact questions they would be asking their friend.

Here's the thing.

You were planning on hiring them either way. You already knew enough about (bsf/n) through your own experiences to be able to skip most of the background checks and questions, you already knew they had the innate ability to change the way they act depending on the person or persons they're with. That would be perfect for the position you had in mind for them. The dayguard, their skill set would really fit and excel in that position. All you really need to do is check in on them once in a while and praise their hard work to keep them motivated and going. Not only th-
In the corner of your eyes, you'd notice a figure approach the front doors of your establishment. Upon closer inspection, it was (Bsf/n). Slightly late but that wasn't much of an issue to you... Why weren't they coming in yet... oh, right. You kept the doors locked.

(Y/n), having forgotten they locked the doors, would grab the keys and leave the office. Off to unlock the entrance to allow (bsf/n) in for their interview. Walking towards the glass doors that make up the entry, (Y/n) would make eye contact with (bsf/n) and notice their nervous but excited expression. For most people, they wouldn't notice the nervousness in (bsf/n)'s expression but you noticed them every time.

Maybe you should be a bit more friendly for (bsf/n)'s sake on this one. Taking a deep breath before exhaling, you'd slightly re-adjust your mannerisms to the more casual ones you'd take when hanging with/around (Bsf/n). Simply less 'dry' or whatever others called it, not that you minded the fact, hanging out with (bsf/n) is fun it's just that today, you're supposed to be interviewing them. You're supposed to be more formal.

You won't only be their friend, you'll also be their boss from this day on.

"Hold on, (Bsf/n), let me unlock this real quick." You'd say through the translucent doors as you stick the key into the lock.

"It's aight, take your time bro." (Bsf/n) would casually reply, noticing this and remembering the situation they'd slightly panic. Trying to correct their previous sentence, "I mean- Take your time, I can wait!"

You'd let out a small chuckle, signalling to (Bsf/n) it's okay to be casual for now. With a twist, a small click would indicate that it'd been unlocked. Opening the doors, you'd hold the right one open for (bsf/n).

"Come in! Don't mind some of the things in here, not everything is finished yet." You'd haphazardly gesture at some unfinished areas in the main room as you inform (Bsf/n).

(Bsf/n) would grin as they felt less tense as they noticed you're not being strict with the formalities of the moment. Relaxing, they'd reply, "It's completely fine, don't worry bout it, I do NOT mind at all. It actually looks pretty damn good in here!" Pausing for a split second, "- Not that its bad on the outside i'm just saying."

"Thanks, glad it doesn't look half-baked in it's current unfinished state." You'd accept their compliment with a smile, "Now follow me to the office,"
(Bsf/n) expression would falter and reveal their previous nervous and anxiousness,

"We've got things to discuss."

(PS, I MAY WRITE SLOWER SCHOOL STARTING SOON SO I'LL BE GETTING READY FOR ALLAT 🔥🔥 uh also I'll be splitting this into three parts or less 🤯)