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For years you've developed your own company, that of a Mechanics. After bills coming up and not getting that recognition you deserved, you decided to send off emails to the businesses around. Only a few replied, but one specifically seemed eager. Seems as if this Mr Afton isn't letting on all he knows...
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It was like a jackhammer was thumping against your skull the moment you stepped inside. It was like there was a war between the screams and cries of children to the arcade machines and songs blasting throughout the air. The smell of pizza overpowered the earlier 'dirty socks' smell, but the pizza now smelt under-cooked and overly salty. You needed a drink just from smelling it. No wonder they sell so much, after one bite of the food, you need two drinks just to scoff it down. How disgusting. After being distracted for so long, you eventually looked at your surroundings. There were tables in rows leading up the main stage with three animatronics on it.