"Hello, Hello?"

John saw the clock tick over to midnight and slumped back in his chair when the office phone rang. He looked at it and pressed the button.

"Hello? Who is this?" he asked, no one had told him to expect anyone to call. The phone clicked and started.

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." A soft female voice said, she sounded a little scared but didn't say much. John was at least thankful it was pre-recorded as it would mean he didn't need to take her eyes off the cameras to talk. However he was confused? What help could this woman give?

"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?" The voice continued. It was odd to say there was nothing to worry about but maybe this woman was just tired. "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 **** has 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." John bolted up in her chair.

"What the hell?!" He shouted, remembering the woman could not hear. He frowned, that was a lot of legal stuff.

"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 **** 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." The way this woman spoke it sounded as if these robots were alive... That would be impossible... right?

"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 Strip of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that boxers can be ripped into pieces by there furry hands, you know?" The what?! Had John heard that right? The strip? Boxers?! A slight blush fell over his face as he remembered his own choice of childish baby blue briefs below his uniform.

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman 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 another animatronic and try to strip you of your clothes for maintenance...Well at least we think that's why they do it. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the the building was not so full of cameras being sent in real time to a public website on internet so the CEO can check up on the building at any time. Only for whatever reason the animatronics don't show up? They think something in the wiring makes an electric shield around them making them invisible on cameras. That's why you have a job at all... Imagine going around naked in front of one of those, heh." John blushed more, no one had told him about the cameras! And what did robots gain by exposing him?! What had he done wrong?! There was no way in hell he was going to get caught. He didn't have the biggest member and he would be damned if it got streamed online!

"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. ”