His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Prologue

"Lights? I think they handled the extras yesterday."

"You actually assumed they'll take care of it?"

"Well..." You sighed, plopping down on the many sofas in the karaoke rooms of the West Arcade, tablet in hand showed numerous tasks lined in a checkbox format. "What's the use of technicians if we're tasked to get on with it anyways?"

"Try complaining to management and see what happens." Vanessa sat on the sofa opposite to them, taking a sip of Fizzy Faz which she picked up at the bar earlier. "Not that anything ever happens. Best we just comply and get on with our days."

You sighed and took a look around, bright lights adorned the entire place, and music played melodiously in the entire building. The colors danced in your peripheral vision; it was making you dizzy—but you got used to it eventually.

"Break time's over, get up." Vanessa stretched and threw the empty can towards a nearby trash bin. "I'll stay here and survey the technicalities for the Arcade, you should take care of Rockstar Row and the Main Atrium." She waved and picked up her own tablet, scrolling through it to take a glance on its contents.

You didn't reply any longer, you clenched your tablet and headed out. The lights were blinding, but only for a moment did it bother you. The music was growing louder, and you can only guess that its by the work of the DJ. You rolled your eyes as you made your way down the spiral steps and arrived by the dance floor.

The floor lit up in tiles of a vivid array of colors, giving the vibe of quick and engaging movements, inviting you for a moment to let loose. As much as I'd be fun, you have too much on your plate.

It has been a few months since you came back in duty after your recovery, and what happened before was still vague—you can barely decipher, nor remember the exact events that unfolds. But you were set on one idea alone—its best to just forget it all, a memory probably not worth remembering. Others assumed the case closing under the premise of robbery, and an impact on the head led to a concussion, to brief memory loss. Security measures were said to be enhanced since that event, and through the course of months, nothing bad has happened. Vanessa was more open to you, finally interacting with you more than before. Her demeanor changed too, her cold and nonchalant personality, strict in business, was now changed into chill, and relaxed, and even jokingly, if permitted.

In short, everything has been going accordingly to how you would want it. Tomorrow was said to be a very special day, a day which marks the second anniversary since the Pizzaplex's establishment. Despite the measures taken by the management to ensure that everything is alright and settled, you still had to make sure they DID as claimed.

"Hey, DJ!" you waved over the loud music to catch the attention of the enormous spider-like animatronic up stage. It took a moment, but the robot did notice and waved back with one of its many hands, a permanent smile on his expression. "There are spare parts in the maintenance hallway, can you bring it in the west office?" you asked, at least, you could help Vanessa with one of her tasks.

The DJ only gave a thumbs up before retreating backwards within his tunnel-like path to do as told. If not under his duty as a DJ, he is quite helpful in certain areas of work.