My Nights At Freddy's (An OC Self-Insert)

Working By Day, Working By Night

I stepped in front of my full-length mirror, turning slightly to look at my outfit. The work clothes I was given were a little bit tight, and it didn't help that I was wearing another shirt under it. The sleeves were fine, they were actually a little loose. But the actual shirt itself seemed to be very tight, as it squeezed my sides slightly. For some reason, it looked like it had been pretty old, used a lot and perhaps shrunk when it was washed. I looked at myself for just a moment more before grabbing my purse and walking downstairs, slipping on my converse and grabbing my car keys. I locked the door and got into my car, driving towards my first day of my new job.

I pulled into the closest parking spot that I could, parking the car and locking it before stepping inside the large building. I took a deep breath. The overwhelming smell of feet, rubber, cheap pizza and possibly roadkill caught me off guard and made me gag. I pushed my vomit back down and took another deep breath, which was probably a bad idea. I forced a smile, finally getting used to the smell and walking out of the lobby and into the main area. Loud children and music greeted me just like the smell. I never realized a pizzeria could be so busy in the morning. I glanced around the room and noticed a tall man walking towards me at a brisk pace. And by tall, I meant he was at least 7'5. He stopped and held out his hand, greeting me in a friendly manner. However, I couldn't help but notice the fact that he wore a bright red telephone on his head, and that his friendly voice sounded as if it came from over a phone.

"Hey there, you must be our new worker!" I widened my smile slightly and nodded slowly.

"We have a lot to unpack, so we better get going before it gets even busier. My name is Scott, I was the one who conducted your interview over the phone with you. Good to see that you received the uniform, most of the time it gets sent to the wrong address. And by that, I mean halfway to Siberia." He chuckled slightly, clasping his hands together. I nodded again, biting my lip to keep myself from making a comment about the size of the uniform. I decided that it was fine for now, and they obviously couldn't do too much better. He cleared his throat, disturbing my inner conversation with myself.

"Um, anyways, let's show you around first. Have you ever been to Freddy Fazbear's before?"

I shook my head no.

"That's fine, I'll just have to give you more information. Anyways, this is the dining room. Our motto here at Freddy's is 'Where Fantasy and Fun Comes to Life'. Right there in front of the dining room--" He began pulling me along, dodging kids and parents running around. "Is the Show Stage, which houses the band. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. Do us all a favor and be nice to them, they're just robots. They go through enough already." He shook his head and sighed, leading me then over to the arcade. He showed me the rest of the pizzeria before stopping last at a small hallway, which had two doors on the sides at each end.

"Here we are, the Bosses' Office and the break room. Here, why don't you meet the boss and a few of our other employees? Then, you can begin work." Scott pushed open the door and stepped inside, giving me a thumbs up and telling me to come in.