The Night Rolls On

Ch. 1

Ryan had not quite understood what the man on the phone said and had paused the voicemail for a moment to consider what he meant. What did the man mean? Well, if you consider a fat, junkie who never does his work and blames others for it a 'man'. He was far past annoyed with the lackadaisical work ethic of the family that ran the business. They were lazy and dirty, but yet Ryan had to make sure his uniform was tip-top shape, perfectly clean. That he had to make sure he was 'playing his part' even when the attraction was not even open to the public yet.

Sitting down in his chair, he grabbed the tablet off the desk, curiously switching through the ten cameras, which didn't include the vent security. He never understood why it made sense to have cameras in the vents unless they were looking for something that could've been broken, but wouldn't it had been cheaper to just fix it rather than installing five more cameras to watch it? Whatever it was, Ryan never bothered to check them unless it got hot in the building.

Speaking of, he noticed his hands starting to sweat, and with so, he turned to the monitor on the wall and poked a button that would reset the decayed system. Within thirty seconds, he could expect mold-smelling air, but it was cold at the very least. But he didn't receive that before the air hit the scent of yesterday's room hit him, making him gag in repulsion. His hand shot to his shirt, tugging it's collar so cover up his mouth and nose to try and blind them to the haunting odor. He started to cough, tears in his eyes due to the surprise of it returning.

He threw his head back into the chair and slammed a hand against the wall panel again, shutting off the air. Still throwing a coughing fit until, thankfully, the smell went away. Ryan sighed softly, uncovering his nose. It took him a few minutes to recover from that experience.

When he eventually came back to the reality of him sitting in a crumbling office, he carefully lowered his collar, took a deep breath, and restarted the phone call.

"Okay, I'll leave you with some of this great audio that I found. Talk to you later man!"

Ryan rolled his eyes, "Really? Training tapes are supposed to entertain me while you rip money off me like wool off sheep?" He complained, "Maybe if you-"

Click click...

"Uh, hello? Hello hello? Um, welcome to your new career as a performer slash entertainer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, these tapes will provide you with much-needed information on how to handle, slash climb into, slash climb out of, mascot costumes."

Ryan gave a sigh and listened to the audio on the phone ramble on and on. However, one thing only a few moments later the man said caught his attention.

"So please pay close attention while learning how to operate these suits, such as accidents, slash injury, slash death, slash irreparable and grotesque maiming, can occur."

He paused the audio once again, "What the hell...death? maiming?" he muttered, staring at the phone in disbelief, giving a shake of his head. "Who the hell made those things? Sounds like their meant to kill people." He finished the assessment of the sentence and turned to the tablet which rested on his lap.

He ran his finger over the button which forced it to unlock and open up the security system. He flicked through the ten cameras, then curiously poked out the five vent cameras, and with seeing nothing, he returned to the phone call. He listened to the rest rather casually.

"Remember to smile. You are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Ryan could not help but give a smirk, leaning back in his chair. "Yea, smile when you have to get in to some weird child entertainment robot that could possibly kill you, sounds fun." He remarked, sure, it was a smart ass comment, but no one was listening. Right?

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Ryan heard the soft palpitation-like taps on the window, he ignored it for a bit. Figuring it was some prop that was being blown back and forth by the ventilation system...but didn't he turn it off?

This thought ran through his mind, he did glance up and saw nothing. He shook his head and chose to ignore the startling thoughts that now plagued his mind. Eyes now scanning the tablet cameras, he clicked on a certain button of which he had never used. Jumping as a little "Hello?" sounded off in the small arcade room. He heard some soft thumping from the doorway, but his paranoia of someone actually being there forced him to keep his head down.

Thump

Thump.

The sounds of the 'footsteps' faded out. Ryan gave a sigh, brushing a hand through his hair. He quickly reached into his bag and pulled out a joint, quickly lighting it and sticking it in his mouth. He needed some sort of relief and had left any nerve medication at home. His foot tapped nervously as he sat there, but was eventually calmed when the nerve-settling chemicals of the joint had set in. Sure, it was completely legal for Ryan to use medical drugs for medical reasons, but he did abuse them to the extent of using it as an escape from any little bother of his life but he would never admit that.

His thoughts were pulled away as he bothered to check the cameras again, hoping he would see nothing and his paranoid thoughts would be put to ease...but they weren't. Standing there at over six feet tall, looking straight into the camera in the room of which the audio was played was a decayed, rotten animatronic rabbit. A hand up, near the camera, then his finger ever-so-lightly tapping the lens of the camera.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.