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"My job is pretty standard. Maybe a bit boring, a few things happen here and there." this is something an ordinary person to say about their occupation as a barista or a cashier but you can't even discuss yours in public without weird looks from people. That's because you work at a secret organization that researches anomalies and makes way for their recovery, or RSA for short.
You have a routine for your work. Get to work in your appropriate uniform, talk with the registered patient, study methods that can lead to a good conclusion, file reports, go home, and repeat.
Today was just the same. Waiting for your friend Theo to pick you up. He was a caring goofball who now turned into a hardworking and dedicated anatomist following you with an interest in the mystery of the Freddy Fazbear franchise bringing you both to work at the same place. Theo did his own while you worked to uncover how things came to be and make an ultimate timeline.
Theo pulled up and you hopped in the passenger seat. The car ride was mostly silent besides the low sounds of talking coming from the radio.
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"See you next time." you said waving to Toy Bonnie as you left the discussion room. The blue bunny was one of the robots that you easily became friends with. As he was less likely to become angry at anything. You looked at the clock in the hallway and realized that its time for your much-needed lunch break. Making your way to the cafeteria you could hear muffled sounds beneath you. There were three layers of the RSA. The first holding things that have been checked as friendly, most of the anomalies have been seen interacting with people there with barricades. The second layer was for the ones that still needed to be calm and needed further research on them. The third layer of RSA was the topmost to keep an eye on in the building, its contents being larger and angrier creatures like the nightmares; recreations of the original main four Fazbear crew turned into things out of child's night terrors. You currently functioned on the second floor.
Reaching the cafeteria sounds of chatter fill your ears as you sit at a small table, eating your packed lunch while you catch up on your outside life. Besides work, you try to catch up on other things that interest you whenever you could.
The sound of the intercom came on, with an unexpected message. "Will Y/n L/n and Theo Anerharad please come to Mr. Folden's office" The automated voice went off. Surprised you looked at your friend's face table down from you both having the same anxious looks. Not only have not called on the intercom in months but it was to Mr. Folden's office. No one went in there unless they were getting fired and since this is a company no one knows about who knows what happens?
You picked up whatever you brought with you and made your way back into the hallway, Theo following up shortly after. "I'm sure it's nothing, maybe we're getting promoted. "he said with a reassuring smile. Ran his fingers through his hair, a quirk he did for stress.
Reaching the office you open it to see not what you were expecting. Curled brown hair was more disheveled as he ran his finger through it, eyebrows knotted in frustration as he stared at stacks of paperwork. His glasses leaned from his nose atop a patch of freckles that spread under his eyes to his cheeks. Theo cleared his throat to catch the attention of the preoccupied man.
The professor looked up at the sound and looked at us with a gentle smile."Ah yes, I assume you heard the announcement. Don't worry you two aren't in trouble." you and Theo let out relieved sighs.
Mr. Foldens went away fast "But that doesn't mean good news. I've called for your assistance because several of the robots downstairs have been growing restless out of nowhere. Our serious problem will be you two's new assignment. While we have people working with them I've been impressed with both of your statuses."
"May I ask who we'll be assigned to?" Theo asked calmly.
"William Afton or Springtrap as he calls himself now." responded calmly as well.
Freighted was an understatement from the news. Sure you had a way with words, as for serial killers you weren't so sure about.