Dark Halls and Metal Footsteps

Chapter 3 - Pilot v2

An alarm went off in the small apartment. A pale hand reached for the loud phone, smacking the screen until it shut up. The guy attached to the hand groaned and rolled over in bed. His brown hair covered his eyes and he shook his head, spitting out a few strands that had gotten in his mouth. He smelled cooking bacon... Danny must want to talk again. He sighs and stuffs his face in his pillow, another lecture from his roommate was the last thing he needed right now. 

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Along with the noise on his door, he heard the short, sandy blonde teen yelling through it. "TONY! Wake up already, it's 10:45!"

Another groan. Tony got up and threw some pants on, then put on a shirt. He opened the door and looked down at his roommate, towering a full foot and a half above him. They ate in silence before Danny finally spoke.

"I found you a job. An easy one."

"I told you, I can find a job on my own."

"Well that sucks, doesn't it? I already sent in your resume. They want you to come in for an interview today."

"What? Danny, I need more time to prepa-"

"Stop procrastinating. You've done nothing but prepare for two months. You need to start helping me with bills before I move into my own apartment. You know I will."

Tony sighed. He had to go to this interview, or else he'd have to find someone else to live with. And hey, what was the harm in checking it out? He took a shower and redressed himself with a clean white shirt and some black pants, along with green sneakers. Danny pushed him out the door, twenty minutes later he was nervously taking a seat in the manager's office of the pizzeria. A small name placard read "Mr. Fazbear". A round man half walked, half hobbled into the room. He presented a hand to Tony, who shook it hesitantly.

"Ah, so you must be Tony. Most people call me Mr. Fazbear, but the name's gotten a bit old. Just call me Jed." He sits down in the chair behind the desk, not waiting for a response. "So why did you choose this job, kid? I'll warn you now that the pay could be better, and it's unlikely that you'll make a career out of this place... We're going to be closing our doors for good if we don't pick up some customers."

A job was all he really needed to get Danny off his back. He made up some excuse about wanting job experience though, hoping he sounded convincing. After about ten minutes, the interview was over. Mr. Fazbear seemed eager to give the job to Tony, and Tony was glad to take it. Neither of them mentioned to rumours that had surrounded the place for years, though.

The two walked through the building together, it had seen better days. The bright colours that Tony remembered from his childhood were long ago faded, and the screaming of children's play had quieted as well. The were a few parents sitting in the dining area, watching their kids run around, but the pizzeria was empty for the most part. The restaurant's namesake, Freddy Fazbear, was standing onstage singing along with Chica the Chicken. Pirate's cove, where Foxy had resided once upon a time, had been curtained off since one of the more prominent incidents that had occurred here, the Bite of '87.

The Bite had been the start of the rumours, really. After that, people began getting curious as to why night guards seemed to disappear. Mr. Fazbear obviously denied all accusations, and settled any cases in court with a large sum of money. And despite his efforts, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was going out of business.

Tony wasn't exactly sure what to think. He had great memories of this place as a kid, and he used to love coming with his parents and friends. At the same time, maybe the rumours were true, and some murder ring was going on. He noticed a lack of the rabbit on the stage and asked about it.