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Welcome to the family!
Good Morning Valued Customer,
Your order to Fazbear Carnival has been approved! Within the next month Fazbear Carnival will be setting up a location in the desired town of choice. As a new shareholder, employee and management member. You will be running the location. See you in four months and remember our motto.
It didn't happen, It never happened.
Welcoming you with open arms!
Founders Henry.E & William.A
20xx, April 25, 2:20:25 am
The moon was high in the sky when the email arrived. You have been able to get your hands on a deal with Fazbear Carnival. You've run a few successful restaurants before and always loved the previous integrations of Freddy Fazbear and co. Fulfilling your dream to own a restaurant under them was a must. Excitedly you open the form for location setup. Moving money and schedules as needed. Reading over legal documents was not your thing, however, this one time you caught something concerning.
"Wait, I'm also the onsite boss now?! Fuck."
You yell out in fear. Usually you would have hired someone else and took the credit.
"Way to go Y/N! You've locked yourself into being a boss too! Fuck!"
Grumbling and dragging your hands down your face. You steel your resolve to be in close, daily proximity, to your childhood comfort characters. Grabbing your gator plushie and hugging him close you flop onto your luxurious king size bed.
"It's gonna be a long 4 month wait huh…?"
You sigh, throwing your laptop across your bed. Your eyes flutter shut. Sleeping on top of the blankets like a weirdo. In shoes.
20xx, August 23, 4:00:45 am
The morning was young and filled with lively creatures as you drove to the outer limits. Over the hills you could see the sun peeking and shining brighter as it went. In the distant huge buildings and gated areas covered about 3 miles in each direction. It reminds you of a huge amusement park rather than a restaurant. You feel sweat drip down your face. There were a lot of cars in the employee parking lot already. Of course the meeting time was at 3:40am. You were running a bit late. You were also the only one with the keys. Parking and getting out, slowly adjusting your mandatory top hat, you make your way over to the coward of 'people' there. Most looked human enough while others seemed to already be in costumes.
'Sweet costumes! So life-like…'
You thought as you felt eyes on you. You coughed awkwardly and unlocked the doors for everyone.
"Hello everyone! I'm Y/N and I'm your boss. We have to get the carnival ready by 12 for our grand opening! We'll head to the main breakroom to do intros and tour the place!"
You quickly speak over your shoulder. Pulling out your phone and using the map you were sent. However much like Columbus you are lost. It took the skills of one of your employees to get you all to the employees lounge.
"Thank you all for coming in so early! And welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Carnival! Where true magic comes straight to you!"
You say with as much enthusiasm you can manage. No one seemed impressed. Maybe they're still mad about you being late and being the boss.
"Let's go around the room and introduce ourselves, yeah? I'm Y/N Stoopedbadum. Your boss!"
The silence was deafening. You can see most of the group holding back tears at your name. There was laughter that sent a slight chill up your spine. You look around wide eyed looking for the source. However no one moved as they seemed just as confused as you. Suddenly a vent cover drops onto the floor just barely missing you. Out peeks Hunni, a large smile that seems almost predatory on their face. Flipping and landing on their feet before you.
“Sorry I’m late! Had to relearn the vents before opening sooo ya know.... Dumbass name by the way!”
They spoke with the utmost confidence. So confident you froze in your attempt to correct or argue with them. Flabbergasted, you simply drag a hand down your face again. Breathing out through your nose and glaring at the newcomer.
“Well what’s your name, vent crawler?”
Your voice is irritated and strained. You watch the smile on their face widen.
“I’m Hunni Hivy! Local Vent expert and your Handler for Lunar! If you need me I’ll be with him actually!”
They finish strong as you watch them leap back into the vent with one bond and disappear. You blink once. Twice. Shaking your head clear of that interaction.
“Next?”
You cringe at your voice hearing the clear dread it carried. Your eyes trace the faces before you. There is amusement rising on them. You watch a young woman with short brown hair and square glasses step up.
“Well I’m Doolie S. Beloved! I will be working with The Ringmaster animatronic, Beam. I also look forward to working with all of you!”
You sigh in relief as she finishes happily. Feeling you might have a chance at this whole boss thing. The next person?, well they seem to be wearing a costume that reminds you of a lizard and a werewolf in one, tackles Doolie and climbs onto their shoulders making herself comfortable.
“Names Aíma Danger… Yes, my last name is danger. I will be working with Bloodmoon. Hope we can be friends. I claim Doolie here.”
You stare a moment, nodding dumbly as another person, shorter than the two females. Picks up Doolie and by extension Aíma! Hugging them both before simply holding them above his head.
“I’m Ash Bracelet! I’m with Newty! These are my bestest best friends! We’re called the Creative Trio!”
The other two of the trio laugh joyfully as the third sets them down. You watch with fascination as they do a secret handshake. You would have had more time to comment if you didn’t feel a sudden presence next to you. The feeling of being watched, judged and hated baths you in fear like a cold shower. Turning sharply you see someone with a cube mask? Helmet? Looking into you. Not at you. You would know! It’s the same stare mama Y/M/N used to give you daily.
“ Hello there… Boss.”
You gulp loudly as they pause. Your throat is dry with fear.
“I am TL OBrine. Pleasure to meet you. I’ll be watching… Solar Eclipse…And you. Don’t mind me.”
Just as it happened they were gone. You blinked. They had moved to the creative trio. Looking happy and even having an aura of flowers around them. What?! You rub your sleep deprived eyes to see only a boy. About 5’6 standing and chatting where that masked fellow had been. You clutch your keys till your knuckles turn white.
“I need a fucking coffee.”