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Five Nights At Freddy's

(A/N: Hey lovelies! Just another one of my imagines I thought of today. Once again, don't know if you all will like it but, I'm going to try anyways. Enjoy lovelies!)

   You walked through the empty hallway, looking at the pictures on the walls. Only one light was one, casting a pale yellow light down the hallway. Your eyes scanned over the party hats and posters taped on the walls. Doors were locked close and pathways were obscured by an unsettling darkness. You were hired for Freddy Fazber's Pizzeria. You thought it would be an easy job for easy money. So, you took it.
   Your manager seemed a bit eager giving you the job, saying the last co-worker resigned immediately after the first night. You found it weird, but still wanted the job. Your footsteps echoed loudly on the tiled floor as you made your way to the open door. You peered in, almost jumping at the sight of a man. He had his back to you, shuffling through some papers. You cleared your throat, causing the young man to jump. He turned around, clutching his chest.
   "Um..nobody told me I was working with another person tonight." You stated, looking over the man. He nodded as well, scratching the back of his neck.
   "Same...well it looks like we are! So, Hi! My name is Mark..Mark Fischbach! Nice to meet you!" He stuck out his hand, and watched you shake it. You smiled at him, Mark returning the favor.
   "Hi! It's nice to meet you too! My name is (Y/N)..(Y/N) (L/N). Glad to know I'm not alone." He nodded, turning back to his stack of papers. You looked around the room, seeing the many monitors sitting on the desk. You clicked on the tiny fan sitting in the corner, feeling it's slight breeze on your skin.
   "So, is it me, or does the manager dude seem a bit.."
   "Off? Yes, definitely. I think in all honesty this job is very off. I need the money though, so that's why I'm here."  He finished your sentence. You were about to reply, when the phone sitting by your side started to ring. You both sat down in the chairs in the room and answered the phone. You waited patiently as the guy from the phone started speaking. Your looked over the drawings and streamers on the walls, and the eerie feeling you got when you peered into the inky darkness outside the door.
   "Hello? Hello, hello! Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
   Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.
    Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about.
    Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too.
    So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night.
    Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
    Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death.
    Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
    Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
    You took a minute to register all that the man said, shaking your head. Your heart was pounding at the thought of..animatronics actually coming to life and trying to kill you. Stuffing you in a suit..doesn't sound appealing. You gulped, jumping at the sound of scratching in the hallway outside. You and Mark looked at each other in shock, then back at the phone. Mark ran his hand through his red hair, letting out a breath.
    "What...the..fuck?" Mark said. You both looked towards the open mechanical door as your ears heard a bone chilling screech in the distance.
Piece of cake right?...right.

(HEY GUYS! Hoped you liked it. I'll do another chapter of your up for it. I know it seems short, but that phone call took up a lot of words and I didn't want to make this chapter really long. Soooo, I'll do it more in the next!)