Warning: Worrying thoughts, guns, swearing, and talk of killing kids, threatening with gun, child labor, talk about bad burns
There's implied lesbians so if your homophobic, or just don't wanna read two cute women, please leave.
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She took the paper from your hand and looked at the signature. After a moment, she looked back at you.
"I'm so sorry. You are... uh... trapped here."
What? What does that mean? You raise your eyebrow and cock your head to the side.
"This contract. It's... you know... binding your soul to Freddy's. In a way. You can't... uhh... quit. Or leave."
The fuck! I mean, you can't really find another job right now but you certainly weren't planning to be here forever.
She drew a cheap folder from her desk and placed your contract inside. You caught a glimpse of the other papers inside. More contracts, with other names signed at the bottom.
You waver grabbing the folder and running or just standing there. You could burn your contract.
She walks around her desk and places the folder in a drawer, tucking it into safety.
"You don't talk much, do you."
She tried to lighten the mood. And you just shook your head.
"Are you able to talk? Like, have the ability?"
You nod.
"Do you have a reason for not wanting to talk?"
You shrug. You've never really liked to talk, especially to new people. And especially weird people and this talking camera is definitely a weird person, is she even is considered human to begin with.
"I saw your name was Charlie Emerson. Have you worked in other locations by any chance?"
You shake you head.
"So all my employees are new to Freddy's. Nice to know I suppose."
Everyone else who works here hasn't worked in other locations? That's nice, you have something in common with these talked about people or creatures.
"Anyways, you can go explore and meet the other employees or do whatever you want. Meet me back here at 6 though please."
And now it's your time to depart from your boss! So fun, right? Where do you want to go? Never mind, you can't really decide because I don't wanna make this into those choose your own story or whatever those books are called.
You leave the room, trying not to be to fast or slow to suggest that you want to stay or you hate her guts.
Maybe you could check out the arcade? You haven't went there yet. You saunter down the hallway, glancing at each door, telling yourself the name of the room to remind yourself.
It didn't take long before you found yourself back in the dining room, just across here was the arcade.
As you travel over, between the rows of the tables, you wonder if your aloud to play those arcade games. And especially, can you win tickets and use those to buy prizes? You could get paid to play arcade machines!
You reach the arcade and are flooded with moving screens, the flashes and movement of the games trailers were slightly nauseating.
You spot a glass counter with rows a cheap plastic prizes organized. There were boxes and stuffed toys lining the wall behind the counter.
You heard a gun loading sound illuminate from the counter, that couldn't be good. And before you know it, a ten year old was pointing a rifle at you.
This is Flumbus? You ask yourself, this kid works here? Isn't child labor illegal?
"Who you?"
The kid asked.
"Charlie." You state. You rather not die to a ten year old.
"Names Flumbus." The kid says, standing taller and loosening his grip on the gun.
You give a nod of acknowledgment.
Now you can see the kid. His skin was just third degree burns, they seemed healed but scaring all his skin a red. His eyes were black inky abysses, no pupils dared to show. He had a blue long sleeve shirt that stood out and black pants to match his inky eyes.
"You work here too?" He asked
You nod again. He joins you in unison.
"So, I heard Scottie yell about not having a gun in the pizzeria?"
"Not like she can stop me."
He giggled, pulling his rifle to the side and cleaning it with a Clorox wipe.
You have a feeling that if she truly tried to stop him, it wouldn't end up very good for her.
He continued cleaning the gun, examining you. For assistance? For weaknesses? You couldn't tell. Maybe you should leave.
You just maintained some sort of eye contact with his pitch black eyes for about 3 minutes before you broke it, turning your head to see the arcades next to you.
Flumbus just turned and left and went into a door behind the prize counter, taking his gun with him.
Well. That was sure a... experience... You hope you made an okay impression so he won't kill you. Hey, maybe you should ask Camy what mascot you wear a suit of! Then you have an excuse to leave before Flumbus comes back.
You get to the entrance and stop. A phone-headed woman came in. She was in a formal dress that was also a suit. Her pearl white phone head moved around, scanning the room. She spotted the hallway to the office and started walking over there.
You wonder why she's here? Me too. And why's there more old technology as heads people? You follow her as she walks down the hallway to the office.
Once she enters the door, you scurry over and listen to the conversation.
"Hel- ... Scottie! Why- Why are you here? Not that I don't want you here! It's just... unexpected. You know?"
Camy spoke with worry.
"I just wanted to stop by and see how your doing. Just a month or so ago this place was a dump. You did such a great job!"
Her voice was sweet, calm, and motherly.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."
There was a small silence.
"So, your opening tomorrow? That's exciting! Think your employees are going to be good?"
"Ehhh... Flumbus, my prize counter merchant always has guns and I feel like he's going to shoot kids. Luna, one of my performers and my mechanic keeps herself in parts and service unless forced to come out. Ava, my pirate cove worker seems good and sane. And Charlie, the last of my performers doesn't talk. He can, but he doesn't like to, otherwise he's still... being figured out."
"That's... I'm sorry you have Flumbus and Luna."
"No, it's not your fault! Their good at their jobs, I can tell they will be. How's your location?"
"Good. Business is going good."
"That's good. I hope my location will be like that. Good business, no lawsuits, no murders or anything."
"I hope your location is like that too. Anyways, I should go before my employees do something bad. I just wanted to say hi real quick and I've been thinking about you and your location."
You shift to the side and the phone leaves out the door, closing the door behind herself and walking down the hallway and presumably out the door.
You walk to the door and open it a little and peek in to see Camy pulling her feet onto her chair, and placed her hands on the sides of her camera head.
"Why did I say that! I seem so selfish! She doesn't care about me!"
Camy whispered loudly to herself.
"I'm an unlikeable camera headed boss. Who's bad at her one job, being a boss. I trapped them here. I'm killing them!"
She started to produce a sound like a... cry? Cameras can cry? Does the water come out of the lens? If so, how does the water get there?
You softly close the door and walk down to the safe room. You can find which suit you have. You don't wanna make things worse or interfere at all really with Camy.
You search around the room and don't find really anything. Maybe the suit with the drapes over it is your? Well. One way to find out. Right?
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Also, it takes a little because during interactions with any character other than Camy, Charlie, narrator, or Scottie, I have to message my friend who's the maker of that Oc and ask if that's how they act and I had to change so many things about what Flumbus said and did.
Ya, I should tell you who's Oc is who's.
Mine: Camy, Charlie, narrator, Scottie
Sam: Flumbus
(On TikTok) sharkiethecapricorn: Ava
Nyx: Luna
And two more are being made! 😁
I would like constructive criticism if you have anything in mind.
Have a good night or day and I hope you enjoyed reading this. 👋
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