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I suck in a breath of fresh, crisp air, adjusting my thin backpack straps to fit more comfortably on my shoulders as I do so. Staring up at the building that seemed to loom before me, I shake my head and heave a deep sigh before walking to the doors of the building. After making it inside, I turn around and lock the glass doors of the establishment behind me, with the keys that had been given to me just days ago after my job interview.
I pull a map of the building out of my pocket, and proceed to navigate my way through the rooms and corridors to my new office. At one point I pass the main stage, waving lazily at the three 6 foot tall animatronics. While it's not likely that they even registered it, I refuse the be the first person to go once the robots and technology take over. Once I reach the office, I sigh again and stare at all of the dust and trash covering the desk and floor. Absentmindedly, I take a quit look at the time, debating on whether or not I have time to clean the room up a bit before my first shift officially starts.
'Whoever cleans this place needs to dust.' I think to myself. It's only 11:50 p.m. so that gives me a few minutes to focus on cleaning up a little. Though, I do pause for a moment, considering how long it's been since this place has had a security guard. Especially with how the dust looks, no marks or streaks or disturbances. The thought makes chills shiver down my spine.
I slide my backpack smoothly off my shoulders and into the seat of the single rolling chair in the middle of the six by six room. After doing that, I quickly locate the small trash bin in the corner of the room, and start dumping the trash into it in an attempt to tidy the room a bit. It only partially works.
I sigh for what seems like the thousandth time as I quickly check the time; 11:55 p.m..
'Well, I don't start for another five minutes. I might as well clear out some of this dust too. If I'm not careful, it'll send me straight into an asthma attack.' I had stuffed my inhaler into the smallest pocket in my backpack just in case something happened, but that doesn't mean that I want to deal with that at work.
As if on cue, I start to cough violently, and scramble around to find some type of rag to clear the dust away. After managing to locate a scrap of cloth, I wipe up as much dust as I can with the obviously old and used piece of material. It's not much, but any dust being gone is an improvement in my firm opinion.
I jump and give a startled "eep", as the clock strikes midnight.
"Let's get this over with. I'm already tired of this job." I mutter to myself as the chiming stops.