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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 7:50 pm
((Note: This is Mike's first night. Actual first night.))Micheal Schmidt woke every morning at 8 A.M. to dress himself for what he considered the worse working environment that man could have on Earth, buttoning up a short-sleeved blue shirt with white stripes; wrestling to tie a silk black bow-tie that was awfully tight for the girth of his neck; wrapping an aged apron around waist that presented a large grease stain across it. This was his day to day wear for his job at Joe's Burger Joint, a local fast-food restaurant that was well-liked by the public.
It's small prices for factory made meat; the plastic toy in the meal for the brats that begged their mother to eat at Joe's; it's convenient drive through with a speaker that blared the trumpets of Hell to the driver's ears, in return the employee on the microphone would be given someone yelling into the small black box; Joe's was perfect for anyone wanting food as soon as they walked into the door. Mike hated everything about this place.
The employee's that worked there were all teenagers, excluding Mike, in their high school years bothered Mike with their nonsense babbling about today's pick in music, drama going on in their school, how much they hated a certain teacher; everything that came out of their mouth Micheal wish he couldn't hear, even the air that they breathed. It was humiliating how bad hygiene was to these high school students. Though when these children are not talking, they are emotionless machines with only one function in their minds: Work.
Joesph Trevor founded Joe's Burger Joint when he was twenty-years-old and has never needed to find another job since.Joesph is a sixty-seven-year-old senior citizen that still runs the restaurant to this day. Joe is the name that the students have given him. Joe is the name people on the other end of the black box scream. Joe is the name that drives Mike's rage. Constantly does Joe insult Micheal for being the oldest fry-cook in his restaurant, often telling him that he will never amend to anything and that being a fry-cook is as far in life as he'll get.
Four years Mike has gone through this process; putting on his crummy uniform, dealing with awful students, putting up with Joe's insults. On a Saturday morning Mike's anger gets the better of him. Mr. Trevor was harassing a female co-worker in inappropriate ways, when Mike stepped up to defend this student Joe insulted Mike vulgarly about false-sexuality. Four years of pent up anger and emotions, four years of abuse finally release as Mike sends his fist into the head, chest, and stomach of the sixty-seven-year-old man.
On the ground laid a senior citizen that was iconic, above his stood a twenty-two year old man with bruises and blood on his hands, around them thirty bystanders who have stopped eating their food to see the one sided fight that just took place. He tore off his shirt, threw off his apron, and ripped off his bow tie. He stormed out of Joe's Burger Joint, saying the last words anyone would hear out of him.
"I quit."
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It has been a week since the events that took place at Joe's Burger Joint. Joesph Trevor was sent to the hospital where he is now being charged with sexual harassment. Joe's Burger Joint and it's employees are going through several dozen health inspectors; rumors spread now of the famous Joe's shutting down because of improperly cooked meat and fowl-smelling-workers. In this week Mike looks for another job, yet fails as the people of the small town he lives in see him as a monster, a villain of some sort, they are ignorant of the fact that Joesph Trevor is the real villain.
Mike cannot find a job within his town. Money is something he needs right now, having to pay rent for a motel room that be afforded with the minimum wage that Joe's provided. Mike is close to being kicked out of his room as he is a month's payment behind, owing the owner of the motel $300. He is short exactly $120, having been paid his last check from Joe's: $180. All hopes of finding a job is lost, until he drives to the downtown of his small town. There laid a place he remembered brought him joy as a child, where children played all day and silly songs were played continuously. A large sign was taped to the front of this pizzeria that read "Now Hiring!"
This was his chance to find a job, and in a place that he loved. Mike pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
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The management of Freddy's Pizzeria gladly accepted Mike, despite the town fearing him for what happened days ago. They gave him his uniform, a blue ball cap that said security, a navy blue buttoned up shirt, and a belt that had several parts to it: a stun-gun, a pistol, a baton, handcuffs, and a large silver flashlight. They handed him a black tablet, explained the security camera system and how Micheal will be sitting in a single room with limited power. This concept confused him, yet Mike didn't mind; he had a job! They told him to arrive at his shift at midnight exact, as that is when the pizzeria shut down and everyone was told to leave.
Twelve P.M. came and Mike was in his office. A nice plush red chair, a fan that blew cold air on him, several paintings of the animatronics that made Fazbear's Pizzeria's little-known band, and a phone that he wasn't allowed to use. A clock stuck twelve P.M. and the phone ran a message loudly to Mike, who was trying to figure out how to use the tablet's camera system.
A stranger's voice sounded, he had a moderate tone that comforted Mike. The voice on the phone said "Hello? Hello! Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death have occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day, too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices - especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
The message ended, and Mike was left with a look of horror on his face, silently whispering to himself "What have I got myself into..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 8:23 pm
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Yarha-harhar--harhar! This be a place holder maties! This be the MAIN story plot which means we only want the original FIVE members for now! The story needs to be made before the new workers and animatonics are brought into the story. As of right now Mikey JUST started so please wait till at least all of us have posted once or twice before you join in! We are going to have an order of who be goin when via Skype, so if ye DO wanna join in the future ye need ta join our Skype group or message me privately so I can tell you the order.
Thank ye all for understandin! Just sit back an watch the story unfold for now, I promise ye will like it!
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