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I’m screaming and kicking for the shadow-like animatronic to let me go as it drags me across the park.-
Whoops, sorry, this is confusing for you to start at; I apologise for the misplacement. Let's go back to how this person got here in the first place.
I can’t see anything, but I can hear screams and taste blood in my mouth. I hear sobbing and my brother repeatedly crying, “I’m sorry.” and “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”-
*Sigh* Too far back. Let’s try this again.
I’m getting ready for a job interview as I’m trying to carefully get my hair untangled from my necklace so I can brush it as I hear my door open.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? If your father finds out, he won’t be too happy. You know he’s much stricter than me and what he’ll do,” my mother says from the entryway of my room as I look at her from the reflection in the mirror.
“I know, I know, but even you hate how strict he is,” I tell her, finally brushing my hair. “Why do you stay with him?”
“Because I still love him, he only started treating you that way when you went to college for robotic engineering and started partying,” she said, “Out of all the things you could’ve gone for, you went for the one thing we told you never to even be near if possible.”
I finish brushing my hair as I say, “I just had a pull to it, and I enjoyed the class. I just wanna be able to get out of this house.” I turn to face her. “Plus, I took business too.”
She sighs and walks up to me. “If you're gonna do this, make sure it doesn’t end up like last time and don’t go back to the Fazbear franchise.”
“I won’t, and plus, I’ll work a time that allows me to work at the same time as Dad but gives me enough time to get home before him,” I say, lying about the first part. “They just said I have to come in for an interview to see where they can put me.”
“Fine, but when I say to quit, you quit,” my mom says, “cause I still love you even if you do things I don’t like.”
“Will do, mom,” I lie again. ‘I don’t like lying to her, but I want to earn money to be able to get outta here and figure out why they forbade from going anywhere near anything owned by the Fazbear franchise at the same time.’ I think to myself. “Well, I gotta get going, so I’m not late,” I say, slipping my satchel on, starting to head out the door.
“Alright.”
Once I’m outside, I grab my bike and start to head to the offices. ‘I hate that they refuse to let me have a car. I’m 25, and I still haven’t gotten a car, so once I have a place to live, I should get a car… Good thing I still have the money from my last job in a bank account I started.’ I started to think about the last job I had when I was in high school. ‘This will also give me a chance to figure out what happened back then.’
After a few minutes, I finally get to where I’m supposed to be and check my phone to find I’m almost late. I then chain my bike to a nearby telephone pole and rush inside and up to the desk. “I’m here to be interviewed by Michael Afton,” I say to the man at the front desk.
“Name,” he said after typing something in on the computer.
“Briana Christy Films,” I replied.
“That’s an interesting name,” he said as he typed. He moved his hand over to a com and touched a number, then held down a button. “Mr Afton, Films is here for her interview.”
Then there was a beep and who I’m guessing is Michael responds, saying, “Alright, send her in.
“He’s on the third floor, room number 3105. It’s left of the elevator.”
“Thank you, sir.” With that, I made my way to his office.
It took me a while, but I eventually got there. When I walked in, Mr Afton seemed to look at me like a ghost.
“W-what’s your name,” he asked as his gaze when down to my necklace. He seemed to have a similar one, but with an “M” on it.
“Umm… Briana Films, sir.” I stand there, feeling awkward.
“... Oh! Please, come sit.” He motions to the seat across from him at his desk.
I walk over and sit in the chair as he pulls something up on his computer.
“So, you came in for a job, correct,” he asked.
“Yes, sir, I did.”
“What job are you looking for here with us,” he asks.
“I’m looking to take on a job as a pizzeria owner,” I reply. “If you’ve read the application I sent in, you’ll see I have a bachelor’s degree in robotic engineering as well as business.”
“I see. You had also worked as a night guard for one of the now-closed locations back in 1999. Is that correct?”
“Yes,” I say, confirming his finings. Unfortunately, though, I also add, “I had to quit as my parents weren’t too happy with the situation along with the animatronics malfunctioning and causing harm to me that ended up costing an ER trip. Though I also signed a contract saying your company isn’t liable for any harm caused.”
“I apologise for your experience,” he asks.
“It’s fine. That was nine years ago.”
“Well,” he pauses for a moment looking at his computer for a minute, then back at Briana. “-I’ll email you the address of the pizzeria as there is one available. First, however, you will have to fix it up and buy any necessities needed before opening it. You’ll start Monday.”
“Thank you, Mr Afton. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Please call me Micheal. Mr Afton was my father.”
“Of course, Micheal.” With the meeting over, I got up and went home after buying a few things I needed.