3October 13, 1993- 11:46 PM
So this is it. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It's pretty dirty.
Armin Arlert sighed heavily as he walked into the building, starting his first night as a security guard at the iconic pizzeria. His big blue eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings. The walls were decorated with colorful posters and messy pictures scrawled onto paper with crayon. There were at least twenty tables and fourteen booths on the main floor, all of which covered with purple tablecloths and adorned with napkin, menu and condiment holders. But the thing that most stood out, the one that everyone brought their children to see was what sent a chill up Armin's spine- the stage.
Really, it wasn't the stage that gave him shivers. It was what was on the stage. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was iconic, but nothing was more iconic about it than the three figures standing frozen onstage. Chica the Chicken. Bonnie the Bunny. And the most popular of all- Freddy Fazbear. These were the singing animatronics that everyone knew and loved. Armin walked up to the stage and nervously touched the one called Bonnie, feeling the soft, slightly matted purple fur attached to the bodice, its jointed ears and squared "teeth". Its eyes appeared to be half-lidded white spheres, with red irises that stared into his soul.
Okay, you're creepy... Armin thought, shutting his eyes and taking his hand away. Moving on. He turned and opened his eyes as he hurried off the stage, not even glancing at the others. Could this place get any creepier? Hopefully not. He walked around the building, examining the corridors, the restrooms(He had to try not to cover his eyes in the girl's room) to another room, labeled Pirate Cove. It seemed to be decorated like a pirate ship, and more tables scattered around the room. But the thing in this room that caught Armin's attention was a floor-length purple curtain, guarded by a sign that read OUT OF ORDER. Breath caught in his throat, he took a child's step back as he stared at the old scarlet animatronic.
Foxy the Pirate.
He remembered Foxy from his first time going to a party in the pizzeria. Everyone loved the pirate, with its hooked servo and eyepatch, the ragged brown trousers that stopped past its knee joints. It was an old favorite, but a distant memory from the 80's, when the restaurant first opened. Armin closed his eyes as the nostalgic feeling swept over him and forced his mouth into a content smile, despite his utter nervousness. He shook his head and glanced at the colorfully festive clock situated above the stage.
11:55.
Time to get to work. He left the room and headed for his office. The office was so dirty, there were cups and things everywhere. The blonde sat in the blue office chair and picked up the tablet on his desk, it controlled the cameras and the lights in the building. He opened the settings and selected Turn Off Lights. Yet another chill ran up his spine as the lights grew dim, and he realized that he was all alone. At least, he hoped he was. Then a loud round noise came from outside- the clock tower. It rang twelve times before ceasing. He knew what that meant. Midnight.
The first night had already begun.