A New Day
[5:13 AM, March 19, 2023]
The meeting… honestly did not go as badly as they’d imagined.
At first, the board didn’t believe them, understandably- let alone see the reason behind their employment. However, it was clear that if they didn’t Fazbears would be in hot water regardless. Mike still had his head injury so he could whistle-blow the whole company into the ground. It’s not like the company had escaped its past either. The Freddy games had made the public weary of the company, unsure if the truth about the missing children were real or not. If the truth was found the Pizzaplex would be in financial ruin.
So reluctantly, they would all be employed after a week of work trial and studying modern history. Honestly, this was a much more forgiving deal since all the guards knew how shitty Fazbear Entertainment contracts could be for employees. They all learned that the hard way…
They were also given two apartments near the Pizzaplex as all of them collectively had too little money to afford a place on their own. They were also given a few sets of clothes and new standard uniforms (at least until they could work out what jobs they would take).
“Mmm… Jer we need to get up.”
“…Five more minutes?”
“Nope, none of this come on.” Fritz threw their covers off and dragged Jeremy by the leg to the bathroom, thankfully he did not fight back this time.
Everything else proceeded as normal, they got up, dressed, ate breakfast, and walked down to the Pizzaplex.
[6:19 AM, March 19, 2023]
Their manager was Atkins, a man in his 40’s that seemed genuinely passionate about his job (an odd outlier for the guards). He was generally kind if a bit confused about the situation. Fazbears didn’t give him nor anyone else the full truth about the new guards’ employment outside of the basics (work trial, employment, learning after work blah blah blah). They had already gone through the basics, updated their Fazbear database profiles, and learned about the Fazwatch and newer technology. Vincent and Fritz were thriving and excitedly wondering how they could improve their watches (until they saw the warranty that stated modification could result in a lawsuit). Today was the day they would experiment with certain roles and officially start meeting the animatronics.
“Morning guys! You excited to finally start meeting the animatronics?”
Atkins is way too chipper for the morning Mike thought while sipping on coffee. Mike has always been a bit irritable in the morning- or more accurately- all the time really for having to deal with Fazbear’s messes. Overly enthusiastic people were up there on his intolerance list, but he gave Atkins the benefit of the doubt since he seemed like a decent guy. He knew when to put his foot down and protect the employees while not seeming insincere.
“I wonder how much they’ve changed from their original designs. Maybe they’re edgier than before?” Jeremy had somehow picked up Lemon on the way to Atkins’ office, likely mapping out where the little robot would be cleaning in the morning. It was a little concerning but at the same time somewhat understandable. Jeremy fixated on the Fazbear plushies back home, gaining a complete collection to help cope with his anxiety and ADHD. He’d always bring at least one on his shift, now he’d have to start all over… a terrifying thought. Lemon likely became his new temporary fixation until he could scrounge up enough money to get a Fazbear plush.
That was another problem they had to face, medication. Since their official identities were either incredibly out of date or non-existent, their medication would be incredibly hard to get without the help of Fazbears. Not only that, but some of the medications they were using were no longer being utilized. It would be a bit of trial and error before they found a more effective equivalent.
“Probably not considering the neon 80’s aesthetic they’ve got going on” Scott shrugged.
Scott was taking this… not well but as good as he could. He’d gotten a lot of stares and questions about why he kept his phone on, but Mike or Vincent would always stick up for him (if the question was in a malicious tone). Scott was already used to it before, but at least little children saw it as an entertaining quirk of Fazbears. Now he’d be working with teenagers and adults… great.
“Right you are Scott. We won’t introduce them all at once but each of you today will be partnering with them and their handler in a dedicated section of the Pizzaplex.” Every animatronic had a “best friend” aka handler to help in case they get too violent. It was implemented by Fazbears as a safety measure to prevent the animatronics from hurting guests, even with their facial technology. It was a similar model to Toy animatronics with the ability to recognize repeat customers, purchases they’ve made, customer offenses, software installations, Fazbear employees and a criminal database. It was improved in nearly every way including a natural personality implant that evolved (rather than waiting for some kid spirits to inhabit them).
“All right, Mike you’ll be with Roxy at Roxy’s Raceway. Jeremy you’re in the daycare with the daycare attendant, Scott will be with Freddy at Fazerblast, Fritz you’ll start with Chica at her exercise studio and then move down to maintenance with Helpy the latter half of the day, and Vincent will be with Monty at Gator Golf.”
“Well… it could be wor-“
“Vincent if you finish that line and jinx us today I’m gonna pop you.”
“With a kiss?"
“No.”
“Ok then” Vincent shrugged with a lazy smile. Despite the outward lax nature, his mind was going a mile a minute. None of the guards knew about the animatronics’ personalities outside of general statements, but none of them had even heard about Helpy or the daycare attendant.
The locations showed up on their Fazwatches (thankfully. The Pizzaplex didn’t get its name for nothing, it was the equivalent of a mall.) They proceeded to walk about toward their destinations as Jeremy dropped Lemon off.
“I’m not sure about the daycare… I don’t particularly think I’m good with kids, get overwhelmed easily, and we know nothing about the attendant…”
“Jer you managed to calm down a brat who couldn’t articulate their anger in a way other than pushing other kids, I think you’ll be fine.” Mike had learned the different signs between Jeremy’s anxiety and ADHD. The way he’d fidget his hands or mess with his tie, run his hands through his hair or play with a curl. Context clues made it easier, but he knew from time when to help. They bid each other goodbye, good luck, and hoped today would be an easy day. But as we all know with Fazbears, nothing is easy.