Five Nights

Interview

I woke up to my alarm blaring my eardrums. I flailed around, sending my blanket to the side and I rolled onto the floor. I got up and ran to my closet, throwing on a white dress-shirt and some black jeans, then I threw my fedora on my head. I tied a necktie under my collar and slipped on my shoes. I grabbed my car keys and ran out the door. I ran down the hall to the parking garage.

I arrived at my black sedan and got in. I started it by a small turn of the keys in the ignition, put the gear into drive, and drove out.

As I make my way to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, I wonder if the job will be completely challenging, or just plain out easy. I was kind of worried because of some rumours and legitimate stories I've heard about the same restaurant in 1987. 'The Chomp of '87' I think? Well, if not, close enough. Anyway, I finally arrived. I placed the gear into park and turned off the ignition. I stepped out of my car and walked into the restaurant.

I opened the glass double-doors to clamour of children. I walked to the manager's office and knocked. I could hear movement inside. The door opened to reveal a man about late 40's, probably older, behind it. "How may I help you?" He asked with a grin. "I'm Ty Conn. I called yesterday to apply for the nightshift." I said. "Ah, yes, c'mon in!" He said, ushering me in. He sat at his desk and poured two glasses of whiskey. I sat in a chair on the other side of his desk. "Like one?" He offered. I nodded my thanks and took a glass. "So, tell me about yourself Ty." He insisted. "I hear monitoring the cameras is pretty much the main thing, shouldn't be a problem considering I play a lot of video games." I said. He chuckled. "I used to make some. They're not like violent, they're like this restaurant, family friendly." He replied. "What made you stop?" I asked. "People said the characters looked like animatronic animals. I admit, I felt kinda heartbroken by this. But, the restaurant's good business." He explained. I nodded understandingly.

"So do you know how to use a gun?" Scott asked.

"...Yeah, why would I need to know how to use a gun?" I replied, nervously.

"Break-ins, robberies, general disturbances."

I nodded. "I see where you're drivin' at." I said.

"...So, uhhh... When can ya start?" Scott asked.

"Whenever."

"How about tonight?"

"I don't see a problem with that.

"Great! But there's a couple thing you should know... Funds have been tight on us, which would explain why you're making $4 an hour at the moment. But if you were lookin' for a job that starts you off with more than $120 a week, you'd find a different one." He explained.

I chuckled

"It's also the reason we can't fix the generators."

"What's wrong with them?"

"They don't give you unlimited power, so use what you've got wisely, okay?"

I nodded.

"Now if you sign this contract here, you're all set!" He said, tapping his index and middle finger on a blank line at the bottom of a contract. I picked up a ballpoint pen and signed my name in cursive. He folded it and placed it in his pocket. "So I'll see you tonight!" I said, giving a small wave as I walked out.