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So….Christmas time was over.
Which meant that finally, people's wallets would be spared for the next couple of months from any expensive draining gift purchases or any holiday purchases for that matter. Well, if you're not in a relationship, that is. If so, you'd have to continue saving up for Valentine's day.
Luckily for (Y/N), however, they were single and intended to keep it that way for the monetary benefit since…they were kinda broke as shit.
Fresh out of college, they sort of just jump from job to job to get their money, and this month was no different. They had picked up a seasonal job at a nearby phone store close to their home, working as a tech agent, explaining to old, senile customers what most would consider the basics of having a phone. It was not how they planned on using their major in Computer Science and minor in Mechanical engineering, but whatever. It made them money.
Or, well, it used to make them money. Now that Christmas time is over, they got released from the job, meaning they had to get to work on finding another considering they had an apartment to pay for.
So, hunched over on the computer, with tabs opened on job sites, there they were, scrolling for a new position, hopefully in an industry where their skills could be put to good use.
“Yknow, I think that burger joint across the street is hiring.” The all too familiar nasally voice of (Y/N)’s roommate was heard over their shoulder, making them acutely aware of the other's snooping.
“And what, get yelled at all day?? No thank you.” (Y/N) snorted, though their tone lacked any humor. They already had enough experience of getting chewed out to last a lifetime from past retail jobs.
“Won't that just happen at any job?” They looked over their shoulder at their roomie, catching him raising his eyebrow up at them as he leaned over the back of the couch they were sitting on to chat with (Y/N).
“Yeah, but if I'm going to get verbally assaulted, I'd rather it be while I'm doing something I actually want to do, yknow??” They answered with a shrug as their gaze returned back to the screen on their laptop. “Plus, I was sort of hoping to get a job where I won't really have to talk to any people. That'd be a dream job for me.”
“Fair point.” Their roommate, Isaac, grumbled out before pushing his weight over the edge of the back of the couch, leaning himself into the actual cushions of the couch where he plopped down and got himself comfy. (Y/N) cringed as the usual smell of Issac wafted towards them, distracting them from their mindless scrolling. It had to be a talent to always smell like weed, even after showering and brushing your teeth. Their gaze snapped over to the college dropout as he grabbed the remote on the coffee table, using it to sort through channels as he pleased.
(Y/N) never really liked Issac all that much. He always seemed like the stereotypical type that you'd expect to drop out of school. (Y/N) knew college doesn't work for everyone and they wouldn't fault anyone for deciding it wasn't for them, but…that wasn't Issac. He dropped out because he was convinced he was gonna make it big as a DJ and he didn't need the extra education. They could admire him having his own plans for himself…that was if he actually did anything to get to those plans. All he does is sit around, smoke weed, and watch TV. Like he's doing right now. Speaking of that…
“Hey, yknow…I used to have an ex that worked there.” Issac spoke up, pointing towards the TV, persuading his roommate to glance over at the wide screen. Glancing up at it, (Y/N) was met with the familiar bright neon visuals of the renovated Fazbears Entertainment Diner. They vaguely remember going to a friend's birthday party when they were younger at the old original restaurant, but this?? It was nothing like the old Fazbears. It was clearly catered more towards teens now with the bright neon colors not unlike what they'd see on MTV or music videos, combined with the new glamorous rock visuals that most artists have adapted lately.
“Oh, yeah? What was she like?” (Y/N) absentmindedly asked, not wanting to be a complete brick wall to talk to.
“Crazy. She was this blonde chick that never really spent much time with me. She was always either at her job or…'doing’ stuff’...” Issac rolled his eyes at the thought of his ex lover, leaning back further into the sofa as he absentmindedly watched the commercial, wanting to get through it to watch the new episode of Jerry Springer. Trash television was always a favorite of his.
“Oh…uh, that sucks and all, but why bring this up now? No offense, but I don't really care about your love life, dude.” (Y/N) spared a glance back at their computer, pondering on ignoring their roommate in favor of paying attention to their job search, but that was long since over. They could never focus with the noise of others cluttering up their space.
“Cause, stupid, if you'd let me speak, I was gonna say that the animatronics she works with broke down all the damn time--In fact, every month at least one of them would have a malfunction, It was like clockwork.”
He spoke with a flourish of his hand, waving it around in a clockwise motion to emphasize his point.
“I was thinking maybe you could try going there for a position?? They'd probably have a position open for a technician or engineer if their shit is always broken.”
(Y/N) chewed on the inside of their cheek, giving it some thought. Animatronic DO break down a ton…but, then again, they were more so trained in technology like computers and flip-phones. Well…What could go wrong?? An animatronic couldn't be THAT different from a computer. Just go in there, pretend you know what you are doing, rearrange a few things inside some creepy little bots then, bada-bang, bada-boom!! Easy cash.
“Yknow…That might actually be the one good thing you've ever said, man. Here I thought that your brain was just for decor.”
(Y/N) shot the young adult a shit-eating grin, returned back with a slap on their arm and a, “Oh, fuck you, you asshole..”
(Y/N) winced at first, but just walked it off with a rub to their arm before closing that bulky laptop they always mugged around that had dial up like a motherfucker. Leaning forwards on the couch, they rested their chin on their palm and watched the bots on the screen absentmindedly.
A chicken, a gator, a wolf and a bear.
Well…that's not too much of a problem, right?? Nothing too crazy or advanced from all the other animatronics diners have lately. So long as there aren't any unexpected extras, they should be fine, right?
Right??
…
You see where this is going.
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Getting the job was easy, surprisingly so. All (Y/N) really had to do was show up to the job interview, say, ‘Hey, I'm not a murderer or a sex offender.’ and they basically handed them the job on a silver platter.
But…The job kind of came with a few…quirks.
Turns out, not a lot of people really wanted to do most of the jobs at Fazbear Inc…Red flag number one. So, they decided to merge the positions of both a product tester and an engineer. Red flag number two.
So, here (Y/N) was, in a pretty creepy warehouse, filling out paperwork that they only really skimmed through saying that the company was not liable for any injuries and yada, yada, yada. They didn't really care. In fact, they were sort of excited. They get to test out games like Fazbear blast and Wack-A-Bon before anybody else could AND be able to do their electronic work in peace without the annoyance of other humans throwing off their groove?? Score!!
“Soo…Uh…When am I really expected to start this job??” (Y/N) inquired, glancing up from the paperwork they just signed up towards the robotic S.T.A.F.F. robot that was ‘interviewing’ them. They couldn't even get a human to interview them?? Red flag number three.
You'd think it'd be a three strikes and you're out sort of deal, but, unfortunately, (Y/N) was as colorblind as a do when it came to money.
“The estimated time for your first shift is…” The bot's robotic voice paused as quickly as it started, with mechanical whirring noises coming from its chest as it appeared to be calculating the appropriate time for (Y/N)’s first shift. “Next week, Monday, 2:00 PM EST. Bi-weekly check-ups on Glamrock Freddy and the Daycare attendant are scheduled for then.”
“Daycare attendant? Freddy? Just only two of the bots??” (Y/N) questioned, furrowing their brows at the thought. And…who was the Daycare attendant? They didn't see them advertised in the commercial..
“Affirmative. You will be receiving a commission pay and work schedule, as Fazbear Entertainment at this time can not be sure when our friendly animatronic family will be in need of mechanical attention.” The robotic, text-to-speech sounding voice of the robot drones, sounding more like (Y/N) was having a conversation with Google rather than an employer.
“Uhh…I feel like that should be specified to employees before you hire them..Also, why not just to like…I don't know, weekly check ups on the bots then?”
…
“Fazbear Entertainment at this time can not be sure when our friendly animatronic family will be in need of mechanical attention.”
Oh, right. It was a robot. Trying to have any sort of normal conversation with it would be like pulling teeth.
Oh well, commission work couldn't be so bad…right?? That just means they don't have to work five days a week like all the others. Plus...Commission work is usually by the hour, plus how much effort they put in right? Admittedly, they don't know much about jobs like these, considering this is their first but...who's to say they can't just stall a little when fixing those bots to rake in the big bucks.
Yeah...They like that idea. They like it a lot, actually.
"Okay...So, that should all settle it, right??" (Y/N) questioned, which was responded with by a robotic stiff nod from the robot as well as mechanical beeping noises coming from its speaker. Creepy.
"Perfect...well, uh I can promise you that I will do nothing but the best and show you what a wonderful decision you have made to add me onto this team."
Now, they just needed to find out how the hell they were actually supposed to do this job, let alone what the hell a Glamrock Freddy is or a Daycare Attendant.