Mike Schmidt, A New Nightguard

Today was Mike's first day on the job.

To say he felt conflicted about his place of employment would be an understatement. Working at a Nightclub was hardly the most illustrious career one could have, but combined with what people did at said Nightclub regularly... Mike would rather not have anyone know what he did for a living.

On the other hand, he was excited to work at the infamous Cuddlebear Nightclub and get a close-up view of all the top-of-the-line animatronics. Customers had nothing but good things to say about the place and the girls (especially the girls), and though Mike tried not to let his hormones control his decision, he couldn't find any nasty comments from customers or employees. However, Mike assumed the latter kept quiet due to the strict NRA they had him sign when he got hired.

Another reason he was excited was the perks that had to come with the job, or at least what Mike expected the perks to be. At the same time, there wasn't anything specific stated about it in his application; Mike assumed that he could use the animatronics while on shift—or at least, he hoped he could. You can't have someone work in a place that revolves around sex and have them not want to have fun, too, right?

Mike walked into his office in the back of the establishment. Compared to the rest of the place, which held a strong redlight district aesthetic, Mike's office was bland and spartan in design. It was a small room with a desk, chair, computer, landline telephone, and desk fan—that was it—no decorations whatsoever. If they wanted Mike to decorate it himself, that would be one thing, but there aren't even company posters to make the place look more lively.

Regardless of the reason, Mike sat down in his chair and got ready to start his first shift.