Did you know I started writing this story over a year ago? That's so nuts to me. Have any of you guys started writing a story? If so, how long have you been working on it?? Anyways...back to Cathryn's crazy life:
Cathryn blamed all her energy drinks for why her fingers were trembling. The van felt stuffy with heat as she gripped the strap of her now mostly empty beach bag. Her mom quieted the radio as she drove, nearing the Fazbear restaurant and Cathryn's fourth night shift.
"So how is work going?" her mom asked again. There was an almost apologetic smile about her lips. Maybe she felt bad about spending so little time with her daughter recently.
"Good," Cathryn managed. She was alive.
"Is it anything like you thought it would be?"
"No," she admitted quietly. Nothing was like she'd expected. The tired nights and annoying co-workers she'd anticipated, but no one could have seen the true horrors of Fazbear's and its mascots coming. "Mom, what if I don't want to work there for a long time?"
"Oh, honey," her mom chuckled empathetically as she turned a sharp corner. The pain of Cathryn's body had partially dulled during the day, though she did her best to keep her bandaged hand out of sight. "When I started working at B.A.'s I hated everything about it, but slowly you start to move up and things get better. And you don't have to work night shift forever. Think of this as a great addition to your resume."
Would she have to include how she'd quit after a week on her resume? Her last working day of the week was tomorrow, which was also rumored to be the day she got her first paycheck. The day she'd briefly considered quitting once she'd first realized how dangerous the robots were.
"And at least things can't be all bad," her mom continued, pulling Cathryn from her thoughts. "Afterall, that boy Sam seems nice."
"He's a bit older than me."
Her mom shrugged. "Still. That doesn't usually matter when it comes to making friends."
Cathryn struggled not to grit her teeth. Friends with Sam? Yeah right. He was a pain in the butt more like it. Cathryn wasn't sure whether to be scared or relieved when the parking lot of Fazbear's came into view.
"I love you so much, honey. I'll see you in a few hours."
"Love you too, Mom. See you later." Cathryn forced herself from the van and into the fresh night air, which brushed across the sweat forming on her brow. She wasn't ready for another night. How could she be?
Sam was waiting for her to enter the building, tapping a foot impatiently in front of the glass doors. Cathryn pushed inside and wasn't surprised when the stench burned her nostrils. She'd never get used to the smell.
"You're an idiot," Sam snarled under his breath. His dark green eyes scanned her up and down, stopping a little too long when he noticed her hand. She almost thought she saw concern threaten to break his angry mask. But instead of acting on it, he scowled and shoved past her. It was dusk, but not dark enough to hide Sam's obvious annoyance at her as he locked her inside the restaurant. He threw a quiet tantrum all the way to his truck.
Stupid, annoying, attractive, caring boy.
Cathryn let out a frustrated huff, tugging at some of her hair that draped to her shoulder blades. The restaurant got cold at night, and even with her black long-sleeve shirt to replace her precious hoodie and jeans – she'd left the poor clothes balled in the corner of her room – it still wasn't enough to keep her warm, so she'd decided to let her hair down. Maybe it'd been a bad idea. It might cover her eyes in another scuffle.
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Alone With Them
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