Surviving The Nights

No Choice.

(Mike)

As I was leaving my office and getting ready to leave the pizzeria the manager was walking in and he was wearing an oddly colored purple coat. Usually you would never see men his age wear such a color, but here he was wearing a purple coat.

He looked up at me as I approached him. "Mr. Schmidt good morning!"

"With all do respect sir. What the hell?!" I asked angrily. "Why didn't you tell me that the animatronics MOVE?!"

The manager looked at me for a second without  saying anything then sighed. "Now if I told you that you wouldn't have taken the job now would you?"

I didn't say anything I just looked at him with still an angry expression.

"But yes the animateonics do move." The manager said. "But the must've not been too big of a problem seeing that you're still alive and well."

"Still that information could of been useful." I argued. "I could of at least mentally prepared myself I thought I was going to die last night!"

"Well aren't you glad you didn't? At least you had the closable doors and the lights to protect you I could of been mean didn't have any doors installed and just given you a flashlight and Freddy Fazbear head to protect you, but no I didn't I was nice enough to actually install doors that you can close." The manager said.

I guess he had a point. But still...

"But like I said before Mr. Schmidt." The manager continued. "If I told you that the animatronics moved you would one, not accepted the job or two, you would've quite right after your shift."

I frowned and raised an eyebrow. "And what if I told you I do quite."

The manager smiled. "Then I would tell you that you can't quite. You signed a contract stating that you could not quite until you finisued your full week at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Damn it he's right. I did sign the contract. I wish I never did well when I signed it I didn't know that the job was going to be like this. I didn't know that the animatronics were going to move and were going to try and kill me. I didn't know none of that. The manager failed to give me that information.

I didn't say anything.

"So you have no choice Mr. Schmidt you have to continue to work here for five nights if you want to get your paycheck and to quite. Understand?"

I sighed. "Yes." I grumbled.

The manager smiled even more I patted me on the shoulder. "Great! I'll see you tonight Mr. Schmidt." With that he walked off towards his office.

I walked out and got into my car and drove home, but before I got out I laid my head against the steering wheel and sighed. The manager was right I didn't have a choice, I signed the contract so I have to continue working there despite the complaints and how dangerous and overwhelming it is plus I really and truly needed the money.

I survived Night 1, so I guess I can Survive Night 2. If I don't screw up that is.