Going through job after job trying to find a good job where he could actually work well wasn't easy, especially since his last job he punched a lady. Thankfully she didn't charge for assault...But he still got fired, can't blame his boss he would've fired him too.
Though he still landed a job, though a good thing too, he needed money. And badly. He got a job at this closed down nightclub called Frenni's night club. Looking at the advertisement and the animatronics they looked familiar but not too familiar.
Y/N: Eh who cares. I just want money. I already had to quit the studio. And got fired from the mall.
Y/N walks along the sidewalk with his hands in his pocket feeling his phone as he had Bluetooth headphones on his ears listening to music. He finally sees the building where he will be working at Frenni's nightclub. Pushing open the door of the nightclub the smell of alcohol, pizza, and another scent that he couldn't identify.
Going into the changing room to change into his night guard clothes he checked the gear the job had to give him. A flashlight and his security badge.
Y/N: Better than nothing...
He walks into the security office and takes a seat at the desk that holds a PC, a dial telephone, and a fan. Above the desk on the wall was a flier of the nightclub and a poster that read. "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO FUCK THE WAITRESSES".
Y/N: Ok...Don't get freaky with waitresses. Got it.
The phone started ringing as Y/N grabs to pick it up, putting it too his ear.
Y/N: Hello?
Phone guy: Don't think to yourself that you're on time. I know your two seconds late. I'll deduct that from your pay.
Y/N: WHAT!?
Y/N's eyes widened as he stared at the phone in shock. His hand gripped the phone harder in anger.
Phone guy: Welcome to Frenni's Night Club! The place where all your fantasies come true, blah blah blah...
His voice is gruff and a bit raspy. He sounds like someone who went through life smoking ten cigarettes a day.
Phone guy: I'll be your temporary boss and supervisor, the club's owner said she isn't feeling well but I can't remember why...
Phone guy: She probably overdosed or something. She's a bit weird...Anyway, the place isn't going to run itself, that's why I'm here.
Y/N: Ok.
Phone Guy: You can call me Phone Guy. And what's your name again?
Y/N: My name's-
Phone Guy: Actually I don't care, I'll forget anyway.
Y/N: Dick.
Phone Guy: Look, you need to maintain order here.
Phone Guy: And follow the most important rule: "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO FUCK THE WAITRESSES!!"
Y/N looks at the sign saying, "IT IS FORBIDDEN TO FUCK THE WAITRESSES" right above his computer.
Phone Guy: Keep an eye on them but don't interact with them or your pay will be deducted!
Phone Guy: In case you don't have a way to pay, you will be brutally sodomized and fired.
Y/N pulls back from the phone, eyeing it in confusion only half understanding, he puts his ear back into the phone.
Y/N: Sodom...what sir?
Phone Guy: Sodomized, rookie. It's an old art from the ancient Sodoma, city of sin. They are an ancient technique!!
Phone Guy: It's basically painful anal intercourse without Vaseline and in a terribly painful way.
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Frenni's NightClub (Male reader)
FanfictionFrom familiar looking animatronics, too friends who went missing since college graduation, too his shifts being weird and even weirder. Y/N L/N a guy who has been fired from many jobs from it being a cashier, a security job...You get the idea now le...
