The New Guy: A FNIA Fanfic

Prologue

     " " means spoken

     * * are thoughts

     I don't own anything or anyone except myself, playing as the night guard, and the story  

     FNIA is owned by Mairusu

There was once a teenager named Matthew, who was about 17 years old. He was fairly tall, with wild, dirty blonde hair and a fit but not overly muscular frame. In fact, a good portion of his frame was also fat, as he was not the most in or out of shape person that there was. He wore glasses and always seemed slightly slouching whenever he would be standing up, which thankfully had improved throughout his time in high school, which he had just graduated with flying colors.

However, at this moment in time, he was incredibly bored. For whatever reason, every college he had tried to apply to had left him in the dark about his status that if he was truly prepared to go. Despite his grades and few achievements, Matthew was incredibly shy, so he had practically no social life throughout his time in high school. Still, he was not one to sit idly. He was currently looking for a part-time job through the newspaper in his old parents' apartment. He had lived here for many years after they had passed away, and the landlady was kind enough to let him stay. He was responsible enough to look after himself, and always willing to lend a hand around the building. But he knew that her charity was temporary. Especially now, since he had slacked off getting a job for so long now, that he was finally getting to it.

Crossing off most of the job options in the morning newspaper, nothing really seemed appealing to him. There were just basic, everyday jobs that no one really wanted to do, like being a plumber or garbage man. Matthew turned to the last page, red marker at the ready as he was not expecting to find his salvation on the final page, but there it was. There was an ad for a night guard job at Freddy's Anime Convention, which would pay $15 an hour for six hours, or $450 a week. Matthew had been to that place in the past, and remembered the characters. While they were cute, other people would usually think of them in... other ways, and Matthew was no such exception. 

*What a steal of a deal! I'd be working for a place with sexy hot animatronics, I barely have to do any work past the witching hour, and I'll still get paid for it! I see this as an absolute win!* Matthew ate his makeshift breakfast quickly and headed out the door, eventually leaving the apartment. Grabbing his bike from the nearby bike rack after taking off the lock, he traveled off and down the roads towards the anime convention. Luckily, he remembered the directions, and the place was only just about three blocks away from his apartment building.

Within ten minutes, Matthew had finally arrived. Slowly, he got off his bike and put it on the nearby bike rack, locking it back up. Walking up to the doors, he admired the decor of the place. Despite showing modern anime-like posters and decorations on the inside, the overall building had a much more down-to-earth retro feel to it, something that he could appreciate the beauty in. Opening the door and stepping inside, he nearly had a heart attack as a blue bunny jumped out right in front of him as a greeting. She was tall, a bit more so than him given the ears, with a slim body and a decently-sized chest. Very questionable for a children's animatronic.

"Hiya! Welcome to Freddy's Anime Convention. How may I be of assistance?" the blue bunny asked him. Her voice was giddy and seemed to move with her body.

"Um, h-hi there," Matthew stammered nervously, trying to stare her in the face rather than anywhere else, "I'm looking for a job here, the night guard position." She seemed to perk up at his response, somehow stretching her face with a smile that shouldn't have been possible.

"Right this way, sir, to the manager's office." The busty bunny had turned around and began leading him down a nearby hallway, but she was visibly bouncing her blue body while Matthew followed behind, and he was fighting even harder not to stare. Feeling his cheeks heat up, he thought that asking a question would get his mind out of the gutter, so he spat out the first thing that came to his mind.