You is a nightguard workin one... well.. the nighttime XD. Yo uarrived earlier for the job as your manager sujest you to come.
When you enter in the pizzaria you already smeleld the potent smell of oil and cheese and get hit by a gust of cold air from the AC the place seen strange when they are no kids running aorudn adn the arcades are still turned on. You saw you manager Roger waiting you on at a table whiel he look at the big robots that are staying in place at the satge, Freddyka Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny and Chcia the Chicken that mroe like a duck then a chicken.
After Roger notice you he wave for you to come take a sit near he you look at your watch and it is 11:45pm just 15misn to start you job and you walk and sit on his side. "Hi there Mr. Michael!" said Roger "I called you earlier to talk a bit of what happend here with the chicks over there" He point at the robots. You silent nod and wait the explanation. "So mr. Michael... uhh can i call you Mike?" Roger asked and yo usimply nod "Ok then Mike these robots have soem uhh... special way to release heat... They release their heat in the form of farts..." you seen a bit suprised "What you mean about 'in form of farts'?" you asked, "Well they litteraly far tthe heat out and thsoe things are old so they produce a lot of heat, we keep they smelling good thx for airfreshes that we spray on they so you have to excuse us if the smell don't be good... well i explain this part it will have a phone call when your job start please answer the call you gonan need more tips. I would say more but I'm with a bit of rush here i have to go visit my sister. So well i hope you excuse us for any problems and that you don't decide to quit the job as others that we had" Roger said with a kind smiel and gets up patting you back na giveing you the key to close or open the place if need. When Roger left you walk to the office after close the pizzaria doors and sit on your seat have an old rusty fan o nthe desk that provide a bit more air then the now tunerd off AC.
When the clock hit 12am the phone stared to ring you...
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