Mike Schmidt's Horrid Tale

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"So, if i stay here for a week, ill get about 120 bucks?" Mike asked, rubbing his temples. "If you stay here two weeks, you'll get 240. And so on." The manager said. "So its a non-stop cycle?" Mike asked once more. The manager nodded as he scrolled through Mike's file and frowned when he reached 1987. "Tell me, why do you want the money?" The manager glanced at Mike... "Various things." He lied. Silence flooded the room as Mike shoved his hands into his pocket. The manager put some gold thing on the table. "Here's your badge," He put a cap with white words strewn on it, spelling "Night Guard". "You start at 12 AM sharp."

Mike parked his blue-ish sedan. It was'nt a destroyed pile of hell, it was actually good-looking. He jingled the keys and put them in his pocket, locking the car with a "beep-beep" echoing through the empty parking lot. He saw the manager drive away, blinding him temporarily from the carlights. Mike murmured something about "Rich bastard" and "Asshole". He then opened the door to the hellish wonderland of  Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Mike then walked through the Dining Area, down the West Hallway, and into the corner, walking into an office with a fan breezing out the humid room. Mike groaned as he rested his back when he sat on the chair, looking up at the clock. 11:59 PM. He sighed as he turned on the tablet, 12 AM striking. He flipped the cameras to the Show Stage, as he heard a ring. Two more rings... 

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"

Mike picked up the phone "...Okay." He said after a while "Good, you can talk." Was murmured by the guy on the other end.

"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.""

"The hell?" Mike snapped, flipping through the cameras again. 1 AM, 85 % Power.

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."

Mike grumbled "Fine." He glanced at the clock, checking the Show Stage.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Mike cringed at "The Bite of '87". He didnt know why, though... his body just seemed to react... "....Your point?" Mike asked, glancing at the clock again 2 AM, 77% Power. 

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."

"Wait what?" Mike paused, his finger hovering above the tablet or monitor or whatever.

"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

"Hey wait a sec-" Mike heard the dial tone. He slammed the phone onto the desk and groaned, as he rubbed his forehead, checking the cameras. Show Stage.... Chica, Freddy... But no Bonnie. Mike raised an eyebrow, as he tapped the various cameras, finding the purple animatronic standing in the closet. "....." Mike glanced at the clock. It just hit 4 AM. 63% Power. "Well this is easy..." Mike said, feeling brave. The cameras turned to black. He put it down and checked the lights. Bonnie was staring out at him, a smile carved on its mechanical mouth, blood dripping from it. Mike slammed the door shut, exhaling from the scare. He checked the cameras. 4 AM, 50 %. Chica was in the Restrooms, and Bonnie was still screwing the door. "Godammit." He lowered the camera to hear the small chime of 5 AM. He checked the lights and saw Chica at the window "For fucks sake." He slammed the door shut, lowering the tablet. Both doors were closed with 40% power left.

Mike opened the door when Bonnie left, while Chica simply stared at him with an open mouth, sort of like being a wuss, simply staring "menacingly" at Mike. "Stop fucking the door and get the fuck away from me." He muttered. He glanced at the power 35% Po- The chime of 6 AM played. "Suck it, Chica shithole, Bonnie Bitchass, and Freddy Fuckbud." He chuckled, leaving the office, turning off the tablet and locking the doors, as the "power" system came full-on. Mike opened the door, finding children rush into the restaurant. "This early?" He murmured, as he unlocked his Sedan, starting it up, and driving away to his apartment.