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My life might be full of millions of regretful decisions. For example, going to a Halloween party at the abandoned construction sight, getting wasted and waking up with a total stranger the night following. Or the time I took my mom’s car for a joy ride on the outskirts of town with a group of my friends and we ended up wrecking it in a ditch. I thought my mom would literally explode with rage when she settled her eyes on the sight of her smashed up car. But accepting this job as a day time security guard must be the most regretful.
I let out a heavy sigh as I stood in front of my working place. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The place where souls of those working there come to die. The building stood tall and proud, as though it knew what it accomplished and that was bringing happiness to children. I looked around the disserted parking lot, the boss won’t let any of the employees’ park out front. Something about ruining the experience for the kids. Yeah right, he just doesn’t want anyone complaining about the shitty parking spots. I’m surprised the boss lets us enter through the front doors and not the back. Maybe because we have to show up before the place opens. I show up at ten thirty, the place opens at eleven.
I push pass the see-through doors that read “Welcome To Freddy Fazbear’s” in big white letters that surround a cartoon styled Freddy head. I am greeted with the smell of stale grease from the cardboard tasting pizza and the kinda decent cake. I make my way over to the employee only locker room, where I change into my designated Fazbear guard uniform. The uniform had a bluish grey top and black pants. I had to where a cap that had the words Security written up front and to top it all off I wore a makeshift badge that read. “Fazbear Security.” I throw my clothes in my locker and make my way out onto the floor. I checked my watch and it was ten forty-five giving me about fifteen minutes before the brats showed up. I walk through the main room where the toy animatronics stood proudly ready to bring happiness to children and fuel their imagination.
I walked past the stage and I could feel the toy’s cold stare follow me as I walk through their domain. They knew I didn’t belong there with them that I wasn’t a part of their make-believe world. I stopped in my tracks and turned to the stage.
“Mornin Freddy.” I smiled and waved at the toy bear before I continued walking. I say morning to the animatronic for my own self, because it helps put my mind at ease. Makes things less weird and creepy. That won’t stop me from being thankful that I left the room and left their dead eyes. I walk past the prize corner where I could feel the marionette peek out and watch me leave. I make my way to the kitchen, where the smell of grease is born.
“Good morning Emily.” Jack greeted me with a smile, his uniform is a yellow shirt, black pants, and apron and a hat the design of Chica.
“Is it? Can it be possible that I already hate the day before it begins?” I ask as I lean against a counter. Jack shrugs as he leans against the counter across from me.
“With this job? Yes, yes, it is.” He answers. “I can’t wait to bake a butt load of this crappy pizza for a bunch of sugar filled kids. I’m surprised Chris was able to clean up yesterday’s milkshake pizza triple chocolate cake combo off the floor.” Jack said.
“Yeah at least you didn’t see it happen. Poor kid turned at least two different shades of green before barfing it up in the party room.” I said slowly shaking my head side to side
“And how are my FazeBear crew doing on this lovely day.” Patrick said faking enthusiasm, Patrick’s uniform was a grown-up version of Balloon Boy’s outfit. It included a funny hat that Patrick refused to wear. He worked the prize corner, trading in tickets for surprisingly well made toys, even though the marionette got all the praise for popping out of its box now and then. Patrick carried a gas station bought coffee in one hand. “Here Em’s you look like you need this.” Patrick handed me the cup of coffee. I didn’t hesitate to take a drink. The coffee tasted too bitter for what it was and it felt nice going down. It was the boost I needed for the morning.
“Thanks Pat.” I said handing him back his coffee, he offered it to Jack, who declined it.
“No thanks I take one drink of that stuff and I’ll be shaking all day.” To which Patrick rolled his eyes to.
“Not my fault you can’t handle the caffeine like a grown up.” Patrick shrugged.
“Hey if you find one let me know.” That had me laughing.
“Nice one Jack.” I chuckled giving the cook a high five.
“Thanks I know.” He smiled, this caused Patrick to roll his eyes even more. Patrick looked down at his watch and let out a groan.
“Well it looks like the doors are about to open up, better get to our station.” Patrick announced as he turned to leave the kitchen.
“Can’t wait.” Jack rolled his eyes as he stood straight. “Time to make the pizzas.”
“Well it’s show time.” I sighed as I walked outside the kitchen and entered the world of make believe. It didn’t take long for the what seemed like endless crowed of children to rush in. Each one screaming their heads off with joy. Some were trying to get their parents to hurry up and get them into the stage room, while others abandoned their parents and ran right in. The pizzeria was filled with the noises made from children as they ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. What a joy.
I slowly made my rounds making sure no one got hurt and what not. Kids ran around me one chasing the other, at some point I would yell at them. Tell them not to run around, but I knew the demand would fall on deaf ears. My job was just being an overdressed baby sitter for these creatures, because their parents are too busy trying to pretend they weren’t in a noise filled pizzeria made just for kids. I walked up and down the line of Fazebear crew themed arcade machines, each one playing a cartoony theme song. That if you weren’t paying attention you wouldn’t know it had one.
“Hey kid knock it off, these are meant for playing not kicking.” I told a little boy in a hoodie who was kicking the machine. The brat looked up at me in disgust before running off. I rolled my eyes and continued my rout around the place. I made my way into Kids Cove where a bunch of kids surrounded Mangle. I actually, felt bad for the animatronic, its purpose was to greet kids as they ran in and had fun and now it was nothing more than scraps of metal for children to play with. I had to keep this section high on the watch list to make sure that no one swallowed any of the pieces that fell off. I have no idea what the deal is with kids putting things in their mouths
I strolled out of the cove and checked out each of the party rooms, all holding their own birthday party. All blind to the world around them, the kids acted as though the day was for them and them only. How a birthday is supposed to feel when you’re a kid. Too bad when you slowly grow up you realize your birthday loses that passion and glitter, that magical feeling it had and becomes dull and pointless. It becomes another day until your foot is in the grave. That’s why there’s places like these to help keep that feeling alive, to keep it flowing for those who dare lose it. I look into one of the rooms and watch as a little girl stares wide eyed at a Fazebear birthday cake. I can almost feel the electric happiness radiate off her body. All her party guest sing “Happy Birthday to You.” off key tell she blows out the multicolored candle that sit proudly on top. They follow this act with applause, like she just won the spelling bee.
I walk off passing the last of the rooms, just as I step past the last two rooms I stand in front of the guard’s office. During the night that’s where you’d find the poor sap who got stuck with the night shift. I haven’t been put on the night shift yet and I’m glad. I heard from Scott himself what happens on those nights and I do not wish to be put on them. No one really does, the only ones who get stuck on the night shift are newbies who don’t know better. They all come in thinking the same thing.
“What’s so difficult about watching a bunch of shut down animatronics?” If that was the case. Anyone who’s ever done the night shift always comes out with some form of PTSD, I feel bad for the sap who does this job. I got hold of a rumor that I might be next to watch these things. I hope that’s all it is, a rumor and nothing more. I walk around the desk, it’s still a mess from Mark, he’s the guy who’s running the night shift now. Don’t really, blame him for not cleaning up before he leaves. Who would want to stay and clean after going through hell. I knock off all the garbage in the trash can, as I circle the desk. I flick the fan off and I bend down to pick up the Freddy head laying on the floor. I stare into the giant empty eye sockets the fur is a bit matted from age and the nose is chipping away. The thing is heavy, but I bet you don’t notice when a killer robot is in the room and this is your only protection. I set it back down and walk out of the room as I head back towards the noise of the place. I barely make it past the cove when two kids run up to me.
“Miss, Miss you have to help us!” The short round one plead as he tugged at my pant leg.
“Yeah, yeah you have tooooo!” The one with glasses said as she jumped up and down franticly as if her plead wasn’t enough.
“Okay, okay. What’s wrong?” I asked as I squatted down to be closer to the two. The round one speaks.
“It’s our friends, they're drowning in the ball pit!” He nearly screamed. I want to correct him; you can’t really drown in a ball pit, worse thing you can get is pink eye. But I don’t because he started to pull on my arm. “Come on, before they die!”
I stand and follow the kids to the ball pit, wondering why they couldn’t get their parents or something. We arrive at the pit and there they were two kids franticly splashing around, calling for help. I question where the parents are at, probably outside smoking one, which I wished I was doing instead of being in here.
“Quick, before they drown!” Glasses screams as she jumps up and down.
“Calm down, I’ll go get them don’t worry.” I tell her afraid she might give herself a heart attack. I let out a heavy sigh as I walk into the ball pit, it’s only knees deep for me. I walk over to the two panicking kids, a pair of twin boys, they're splashing around as if they are trapped in an endless ocean of plastic multicolored balls.
“Okay calm down you two I’m here to help you.” I announce calmly, but the two are too busy panicking to notice. So, I simply grab hold of each one and begin to walk out. They stopped their frantic fight for their lives as soon as I lift them out. I walk out of the ball pit with the twins under my arms and set them down next to their friends.
“There we go.” I grunted as I set them down, as soon as their feet touched the ground off they ran. Not one of them saying thank you, that’s kids for you. I straighten up as I watch the group run around a corner giggling and laughing like nothing ever happened. I brush a free strand of hair behind my ear. The deal with working with kids in a hot stuffed pizzeria was I had to keep my hair up. So, no kid would run by and grab hold of it, the same goes for earrings. I learned that the hard way.
It was a while back, I was sitting down in kids cove partly watching the kids play with Mangle. While I kept an eye on the group a kid ran past me chasing their friend with Mangle’s hook. The piece of metal became tangled in my hair as soon as the kid swung it back. If I hadn’t reacted the kid would have kept running and taken a piece of my scalp with them. That same day I had to help get a kid off the small carousel, because he was too scared to get off. While I managed to get him from clinging to the ride along Bonnie, he clung on to my ear ring. Unlike my hair, the kid managed to rip my ear ring clean off. With that I freaked the kid out with my bleeding earlobe and with that I kept my hair in a ponytail and stopped wearing earrings to this place.