Sorry 'Bout That, Sir

Chapter One

        I once again visited Rem's grave before going to my new job. I felt tears fall from my face. He was my best friend. I can't remember what happened. I think that someone killed him. I remember red fur and a rusty hook.

        I don't know who Rem was. I don't remember what he looked like, or what he sounded like. I just know my mother told me he was my best friend when I was nine. 

        My mother always kept away from me. She always seemed scared and it creeped me out. I had to toughen up, so I learned how to cook and take care of things around the house at around 12 or so. Father died in a hunting accident when I was one, so I never knew him. I still don't remember his first name, and if you asked me his eye color, I wouldn't know.

        I nodded at Rem's grave, and started walking to my new job. It was Monday, and I found that Mondays were the worst. Every job I've had, which were mostly fast food places like Bella's Burgers or Rylan's Road Restaurant, started on Monday and had little kids.

        Fuck. Little kids suck. I hate them. They're so loud and needy. And the place I work at now has, guess what, kids. Ugh.

        I walked quickly, my jacket covering my new uniform. Eventually I reached my new business.

        Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

        I've heard bad things about this restaurant but I really don't care. It pays higher than Wendy's so whatever. 

        I unlocked and opened the door and was greeted with the smell of children and pizza. I smiled. I looked around. Apparently I was in the main room. There was a check-out counter on my right and a gap in the wall on my left. I nodded at the animatronics through the doorway-gap. A bear was frozen with a mic in his right hand and his left hand spread out, as if he was welcoming invisible kids. A purple bunny was frozen with his guitar in his hand, and his eyes closed. A chicken with a bib on that said 'Let's Eat!' in pink colors had a slice of pizza in her hand, and she seemed as if she was laughing.

        I smiled at them and saw a sticky note on the door. I read it.

        Lynelle,

                Welcome to Freddy's! I hope you have a wonderful evening. You work from 12 AM to 6. The previous night guard will explain your task when you check the messages on the phone. There's a message for every day in the week, aside from Friday. If you work on the weekend I'll give you 50 cents overtime!

                                        Good luck,

                                                Bo Tosh

        I raised an eyebrow. Bo Tosh? Is that my boss? I definitely didn't get interviewed by him... I imagined him as a short, fat male with a bald spot and a cigar, like off of Disney movies. I giggled, and walked to the office.

        I entered the office and sat in my chair. It rolled around, so I made it spin for a few minutes, giggling. Then I scooted up to the desk and checked the first message on the phone.

        "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 through your first week. Okay?"

        It seems this guy is nervous. About what? I leaned over, putting my elbows on the desk and my head on my hand, staring at the phone.

        "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 as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

        ....Cleaned and bleached? That's interesting. Probably because someone had an accident once here or something.... maybe.

           "Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but here'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."

        What does he mean, 'get a bit quirky at night?' And irritable? I rolled back a bit from the desk, and sat straight up. This is starting to sound like the start of a horror movie, and I don't like it one bit.

        "So, just be aware, the characters 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 the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

        My eyes widened. They WANDER?! That means they could do something, like fall down, and I would get sued for damaging the animatronics, even though I didn't do it.... fuck fuck fuck I need to find a way to turn this option off, because I don't have the money for a $1000-odd robot bunny in my pocket.

        "Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is that 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."

        Oh my God. I was fully aware and alert now.

        "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."

        WHAT THE FUCK. I could die and he says 'Alright, GOOD NIGHT?!' I would cry but I think the animatronics can hear better than I can. I looked at the hand-held monitor, neatly placed on my right, and turned it on.  I picked it up and tapped on CAM 1A. Easy view. The show stage. Everyone was in place. Tapping on 1B, I saw that the dining area was clear as well. I did a quick check-up on 1C, but something was off. I saw the curtains rustle.

        Something was in there. The previous night guard was right. Something was alive in there.

        I studied it for a moment. Then I heard a creaking noise, and checked CAM 1A again. Bonnie had moved. I checked CAM 1B and saw him. He had a kind-of smirk on his face. Kind-of because he's an animatronic and they don't really have facial expressions.

        I ignored it, and checked CAM 1A. Chica had moved as well. I once again checked CAM 1B to see Chica, and Bonnie was gone.

        This was gonna be a long night.