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It was a cold night in the middle of winter of 1979. A technician named Shinobu Kocho was riding back home in a small truck. She just came from a 36 hour shift and was so exhausted she could hardly keep her eyes open. She had one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand had a coffee she was absentmindedly sipping from once in a while. Her eyes were halflidden and had deep eyebags. On the dashboard was a half-eaten sandwich with Tuna.
Suddenly the intercom on the dashboard started emitting sound. Shinobu groaned. Another call from Dispatch (whose name she still doesn’t know). “Shinobu! Hey buddy, this is Dispatch from Fazbear entertainment. How are you feeling?” Shinobu responded in her broken English and tired voice “Well, since you asked, I just finished a 36 hour shift… Been struggling to stay awake. Frankly, I’ve tried to tell my manager I can’t work like this anymore”. Dispatch responded in his annoying upbeat voice "Awesome to hear. Well listen, we need you to take another shift for us since you’re the closest technician in the area.”. Visible shock appeared in her tired eyes “Wait, what? I can barely keep my eyes open!”. Dispatch retorted “I know, the grind is exhilarating, isn’t it? And we’re so happy to have you on the Fazbear team! You can’t fool me though, you are trying to snag one of those 25 dollar gift certificates at the end of the year for outstanding performance”. Shinobu then replied “What? No! I’m doing this because you guys keep threatening to dock my pay and repo my truck!”.
Her annoyance reached a new height as Dispatch continued “Ha! I love that enthusiasm! So anyways, this will be a piece of cake. We have this contractor called Edwin Murray, he is developing some tech for us but he has gone quiet. As for his contract, everything he’s been working on for us is now legally ours, so we’re sending you in to get it” Dispatch cleared his throat as he spoke again “Our motion sensors indicate that someone is still inside the building moving around, although the signal is a bit erratic, we don’t expect any kind of confrontation. We’ll follow up with more instructions soon. For now, just follow these directions and make your way into that building!”.
Shinobu sighed and muttered something in Japanese that sounded an awful lot like “your mother is a whore”. Then, for the first time, Dispatch sounded annoyed as he retorted back in Japanese “Don’t say those things and my mother was a very nice woman!”. This was the second time she was shocked. Not only did he sound annoyed for the first time in the time she worked as a technician, but also he was Japanese.
In Japanese she responded “Finally showing another emotion, Dispatch, or would you please tell me your real name please?”. He went quiet for a while. She just smirked, knowing she finally found a way to shut him up. But her smirk vanished when he said in his voice crackled through the intercom back in his cheery voice “It’s Giyu Tomioka. Now get your ass over to Murray’s Costume Manor!”. A final groan before she muttered “I hate you”.