The Art of Pretening

Chapter 1

"Look I want to tell this story I really do, I just don't know how to say it. I don't know how to put everything in words, I don't know how to make people understand what I want to tell them. I wish I did, but I don't. Because at the time of writing this I wasn't even twelve, so for me to do this, when I'm honestly scared of what could happen, is a feat.

Act 1

I have no idea what I'm doing.

I have never had any idea what I'm doing, and by now I'm too afraid to ask myself that. I wanted to tell this story so I will. I'm sorry in advance I really am. However, you can't judge me. Because I'm putting myself out there, trying to do something that I'm sure no one cares about. Or maybe you do, people never tell me anything.

No one really knows what they're doing;

Hurricane Utah, a small town in Washington County Utah, it’s a sandy place close to Arizona where nothing ever happens. At least in the eyes of 24-year-old Esmeralda-Jane. To her, it was a dull place with dull people, but she couldn't leave. No, she found the place calm and quiet, and perhaps that could be annoying sometimes, however it also could be just what you needed. In her case, she needed it badly. She had lived in Hurricane her entire life, as far as she could remember, and leaving it seemed strange and unnatural. So despite the fact it was incredibly dull, it was a safe place for her. However, everything was going to change, maybe for the better. Izzy had just got a job at the new horror attraction in town, she was to be a night guard for the place. "Fazbear's Fright". It was to be based upon a series of murders that had occurred in the small town back in 1987. Okay, so maybe things weren't always so boring here, maybe things were. It's not quite the right subject to assume it was always boring, yet it wasn't right to assume it could be a fascinating tourist attraction. But that's just how it works. Nothing is ever truly the same when you look at it in others eyes, after all the truths we believe are always built on lies told before them, so we have no way of telling the truth. Truth is important is it not? Without truth you're left with lies, but also not. Because even in lies there is the smallest bit of truth. And maybe the lie Izzy was about to be told was more truthful than believed before. However we may never know, it is not something you should assume after all. Perhaps the art of pretending to be something else was more useful than the ability, to tell the truth.

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11:57, Three more minutes. Izzy glanced at her watch, anxious for her shift to start. The worker before her most likely couldn't wait for their shift to get off, but they knew what to expect, while it was Izzy's first day working at the attraction. Of course, she was going to be clueless as to what she should expect, but it's not as if what she didn't know about could kill her. Right? 2 more minutes. She was counting down the minutes like a kid excited for new years. She was excited, but she also wanted to get out of the dark alleyway illuminated by the bright red exit sign posted in front of the back entrance to Fazbear's. Not exactly the brightest thing, though it did case the part of the alley that was visible with a neon blood-red tint. Izzy glanced away from the alleyway just in time to see her coworker slam open the door. "You must be the new guy, eh?"

"Yeah?"

"Good, there is something you should know that they won't teach ya." Of course "they" was referring to the owners, Nicholas and Anna Scott, a brother and sister who somehow managed to get their hands on the papers of legal use for the franchise. The franchise still belonged to the living relatives of the original creators, but they had been able to choose what happened to that singular location. So, they made it into a horror attraction instead of a restaurant, since more people get killed at restaurants than dimly lit hallways painted in what could either be blood or paint. "Ya see, they told you it was just an attraction right?"