Fazbear Enterprise

CHAPTER 2- Familiar Faces

     It seemed longer than a week. Sean got fired and nobody would hire him, James barely got away with paying rent on Wednesday. I decided to get a job to help, the only place close enough to work was that kids pizza place. Sean was getting at least $7.50 an hour. I decided to call that number yet again. The same woman picked up. "Hooper's pizza, Racheal speaking." I took in a deep breath and quickly spoke. "Are there any job openings at your establishment?" The sound of papers flipping filled the speaker, then it stopped. "One is open, unfortunately, it's quite dangerous." Dangerous? What was dangerous about a kid's restaurant? "What is the opening?" I accidentally spoke with hesitation, it seemed to startle her. "Well, um, it's a cleaning job. Simple janitorial work I suppose. You would need to clean the animatronics." I simply told her I would love to apply to get some cash. She asked questions, some normal, and some odd...

"What's your name?"

"Belle Fitzgerald."

"Age?"

"28."

"Do you have ANY records of mechanical temperament in the history of your past jobs."

Now this question didn't make sense to me. I simply replied no and more, odd questions carried on.

"Are you familiar with the past incidents of this establishment?" I once again replied no, no more questions were asked. She told me to meet her at the restaurant at 2:30 PM. It was already 1:23. I threw on the nicest clothes I had, a pair of jeans, my red flannel shirt, and my black converses. Now all I needed to do was let time pass. James walked in as I finished tying my shoes. "Got somewhere to be?" He said smiling, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. I shrugged my shoulders and giggled. "Oh, you know me, though I would help out with the rent if I'm gonna stay here." His smile faded and turned into concern. "You didn't get a job at the pizza place did you?" I looked up and saw James, he looked so...scared. "I did, I got a job as the animatronic maintenance girl." James shook his head and disappeared into the kitchen. I headed outside and began my walk down the street and before I knew it. There were the double doors, they seemed to be painted with confetti. I opened the doors as kids darted past me, between the arcade games and the jungle gym, I don't see how this could be boring. As I approached the counter a girl looked at me and smiled. "Hiya! How may I help you?" I recognized that oddly enthusiastic tone. "Racheal?" I said questionably. "Oh! You must be Belle Fitzgerald." I smiled as she motioned me to follow her. "I'll take you to the boss's office so the interview can start!" She led me down a hallway that opened into a giant room with a stage against the far wall. The stage. Three large animatronics were standing lifeless as if someone shut them off and left them to rot. A gross smell filled the room, Racheal seemed unaffected by it. It was thick like smoke but see-through like glass. She continued to walk past the stage and walk into another corridor. She pointed at a large door with the numbers, 7351 on it. "Knock three times, he'll know it's you." By the time I had a question Racheal disappeared, she wasn't even in the showroom. She was gone. I slowly knocked three times and the door creaked open. "Take a seat." An old man sat behind a mahogany desk. I sat down and he pushed papers towards me. "No interview needed, just sign the papers." I took the pen he handed me and read the papers carefully. Different things were labeled dangerous and hazardous and even the possibility of death. I was desperate however, we needed the money. "Done." I said handing him the signed forms. "Good, my name is Mr. Afton. You can call me William." He said with a giant grin stretched across his face. "Welcome to the Fazbear team." I shook his hand and walked out of his office, gently closing the door behind me. 'What a strange man' I thought. He acted, off. He acted like he had done something he shouldn't have, but I shook it off. I stood in the showroom and looked over at the stage, someone was brushing the big husky on the center of the stage. "Hello?" I said, standing about four feet from him. He jumped and turned around with a jolt. "Oh, um, hi!" It seemed like he was the maintenance guy, keeping those old robots in check. "I'm Zander, I'm not exactly a janitor or anything. I work in the kitchen, sometimes I just like to brush these poor animals. Their fur is always so matted..." He turned and shook his head as he spoke. He wasn't wrong at all, the fur on all of them was so shaggy and unkempt. I didn't blame Zander for what he was doing. "So, What brings you to this place?" He said as he continued to brush who I assumed to be Hooper. I shrugged, "Needed money, got a job here as the animatronic maintenance. Got my room so I'm told." He nodded, but slowly. "Yea, go down that hallway beside the stage. That's your office and workstation." I thanked him and headed down the hall, it seemed this place was a maze. Waiting for me to get lost. As I approached my so-called 'office', the door read 'Parts & Service' in big blue letters against the big metal door. I slowly opened the door, it wasn't locked. As I walked in I closed the door behind me, before me, was a mess. Spare legs, joints, bolts, they were scattered everywhere. Pure chaos. I decided to sort everything on seven tables, I organized everything by what they were. Legs on one table, bolts on another, circuit boards, etc. there was so much of every little thing. One table towards the door had a computer on it, it showed something close to the animatronics vitals. It showed a lifeline to represent the batter I supposed, it showed the endoskeletons and everything intertwined within them. A remote sat on the desk beside the monitor of the computer. I picked it up and it had a little stage drawn on it and there were three power buttons in a triangular formation. They were labeled with the mascot names. Hopper, Ricky, and Jack. 'I knew it!' I thought a jolt of happiness shot through me when I realized that Jack was still here in one piece. I walked back outside to where the show stage was. Jack's appearance had changed, majorly. Both of his ears stood up, he wore a blue shirt and his eyes were no longer orange, they were white. His smile seemed more pleasant to look at. I smiled and waved as if he was a person, in his goat white eyes I swore I could see a reflection of my father. He always put his heart and soul into his work. No matter if the project was big or small. I looked at the others, a husky and a rat. The husky was grey and white, as he should be. His eyes were like a sun setting, a gradient orange to yellow. He had a blue bow tie and held a bright red microphone. The rat, whose name was Ricky, sat with a drum set in front of him. His eyes were a soft blue, he had a drumstick in each hand and a red bow tie. They all were staring off into space, dead, lifeless looks. With the remote in my hand I turned on Hopper, he awoke with a thud of metal on metal. He began to speak to the empty chairs. "C-come on kids, let's get out the rest of the band!" He said with a beautiful soft tone. "Jack, Ricky." He proceeded to tell the kids to yell for the others until I hit the off switch on him, and Hopper once again was lifeless.