The Manager and the Restless |[]| (William Afton X Reader)

[II] Somebody Once Told Me

The day began like any other. Wake up to loud alarm. Quick shower. Put on uniform. Quick breakfast. Realize you're running late. Still stop for coffee. Arrive on time anyway.

You've started to get used to your new schedule, even though today is literally the second day of the job. You've even started to get better at driving! Started. To be fair, it was totally not your fault you ran over that garbage can.

You arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, discretely throwing your empty coffee cup through another car's open window. The walls are no longer splattered with pizza, thank the cleaning crew. Unlike your first day on the job, the pizzeria was still quiet and only slightly smelled like grease and sadness. The restaurant was still closed, so you helped the rest of the "on-time entourage" fix up the place before children smear stuff all over it.

And alas, the bell chimed eight times, signaling opening time. Children did not swarm through the doors, wreaking havoc and chaos like you thought they would, so that's a plus. The Nice Families™ came in during the early hours of the day. Well behaved kiddies stood near the stage, clapping and cheering but not too chaotically. It was a pleasant day, up until your afternoon shift. Oh god, the horrors of the afternoon shift.

You had morning duty, but were forced to do afternoon shift because the author fuckin said so and that you could use the extra pay. Afternoon came, and the world stopped when you heard it. There was a boy, who sounded around 11-12, and he screamed "FLYING PIZZA" so loud you dropped the entire tray, a few inches short from the table, splattering soda over your work uniform. And there it was. Pizza, flying through the air, and smacking into the face of a coworker standing a few feet next to you. The utter energy of the scene left you shaken.

It was terrible.

Soon, more slices flew into the air, onto tables, towards people, towards the stage. Chica deftly smacked away a pizza slice flying towards her, giggling as it smacked onto a child below her. Or maybe because Bonnie told a scripted joke and that was her cue to laugh, although you were pretty sure that there was no smack down motion involved in the script. Either way, Chica wouldn't let herself be hit with soda cans or pizza slices. What a strong woman.

Then It™ happened. During the 3 PM show, the children got bored of assaulting the workers and the Show Stage animatronics, so they all attempted to attack Balloon Boy. One of the kids was able to toss a soda can that had been shaken beforehand, and before you knew it, Balloon Boy's head popped off with a burst of soda, letting out an unholy scream of the damned as he flailed about.

Everyone was screaming, the children, the staff, the robots (actually, only Balloon Boy screamed, the rest of them just watched with eyes that said 'this again?'), and then suddenly-

SLAM!

Everyone turned towards a door far deep within the building's heart.

"What. Is going on here." A man wearing a purple dress shirt said in a smooth voice. He spoke in a low tone, and you couldn't help but notice the British accent he sported. His golden badge glimmered in the light, his sleeves rolled up to show toned muscles, so you couldn't help but stare.

The door to the manager's office creaked as it slowly closed itself as the man who you could only assume was the manager stepped out of the doorframe. Your breaths turned shallow, your heart pounding against your ribcage. The man took a few steps forward, his unamused face scrunching up as he examined the scene, then turned to look at you.

Your blood ran cold, you felt a shiver down your spine. Despite that, you f- wait, wasn't that last sentence in the first chapter, verbatim?