A good old nightshift. (DSAF short fanfic)

Fazbender has accepted a new night guard. Two notorious troublemakers decided to play a little joke on him. As a result, the poor guy's lower body was torn off, and now Jack has to work in two shifts until a replacement is found.
Let's take a look at what happened on the first night.
(Based on the things I usually imagine before sleep, so the events might be weird or not make any sense. English is not my first language, so be ready for weird mistakes or unlogical translations of the original work).