Frenni's NightClub (Male reader)

The Second Night

Sitting in the security office Y/N spun around the chair he was early on, he looks at the computer as he sighs his mind wanders too his old jobs and his memories of them. Looking at the clock it read 21:55 five more minutes till his shift starts and when he has to deal with Phone Guy again and all the weirdness of this place.

Once the clock hit 22:00 he looks towards the phone waiting, his eyes fixed on the receiver as if willing it to ring. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the computer and the creaks and groans of the old nightclub. Y/N's eyes begin to droop, his exhaustion from the previous night's shift still lingering. He blinks slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy, as he waits for the inevitable call from Phone Guy.

The phone's ringing pierces the air, shrill and loud, making Y/N's heart jump. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead, and reaches for the receiver. His hand closes around it, his fingers wrapping tightly around the cool plastic as he lifts it to his ear.

Y/N: Hello?

Phone Guy: *BURP*

Y/N blinked repeatedly, his eyes squinting in disgust, he could almost smell the stale beer and cheap cologne wafting through the phone. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his cool, as he waited for Phone Guy to speak.

Phone Guy: Ah, yeah... *hiccup*... welcome to Frenni's Night Club, where the party never stops... *burp*... and neither do I, apparently. *chuckles*

Y/N's grip on the receiver tightened as he listened to Phone Guy's slurred words. Already figuring out that his supervisor is drunk again, sighing out of frustration he listens.

Phone Guy: Head over to...*Burp* ...The arcade the sound system is acting up again, *hiccup*, and I need you to check on it, make sure it's working properly. We can't have the games malfunctioning, *burp*, it's bad for business.

Y/N's eyes rolled in frustration as he listened to Phone Guy's slurred instructions. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was forming. He took a deep breath and replied, his voice firm but controlled.

Y/N: Alright, I'm on it.

Phone Guy: *Hiccup*... Good, good... *burp*...you'll also be meeting Bonfie.

Going to the screen Y/N shifts the camera to the arcade seeing a purple bunny staring at an arcade machine seemingly watching it play out only standing idly as if in a trance.

Phone Guy: She's been unusual...*Hiccup* Just make sure you keep the game on or... *Hiccup*...or else. Just make sure you use the coins to keep the game on...*Burp ...Oh yeah fix the arcade machines while you're there or else it'll be deducted from you pay heh heh heh..

Then he heard the click of the phone line, and the sudden silence was almost deafening. Y/N let out a slow breath, rubbing his temples again in an attempt to ward off the growing headache. He slowly placed the receiver back onto its cradle, the sound of the plastic clicking into place echoing through the small security office. His eyes drifted back to the monitor, where the purple bunny, Bonfie, still stood motionless in front of the arcade machine, its unblinking gaze seeming to bore into the screen.

Y/N: ...Why did I quit my old job again...This seems way worse then my old job...

Getting up he turns around to the abandoned broken box as it had three purple and white coins grabbing them and stuffing them into his pocket he heads towards the arcade. As Y/N walked towards the arcade, the dimly lit hallway seemed to stretch on forever, the flickering fluorescent lights above casting eerie shadows on the walls. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the deserted corridor, a monotonous beat that matched the dull thud of his heart. He reached into his pocket and jingled the three purple and white coins.