The day began like any other. Wake up to loud alarm. Quick shower. Put on uniform. Quick breakfast. Realize you're running late. Still stop for coffee. Arrive on time anyway.

You've started to get used to your new schedule, even though today is literally the second day of the job. You've even started to get better at driving! Started. To be fair, it was totally not your fault you ran over that garbage can.

You arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, discretely throwing your empty coffee cup through another car's open window. The walls are no longer splattered with pizza, thank the cleaning crew. Unlike your first day on the job, the pizzeria was still quiet and only slightly smelled like grease and sadness. The restaurant was still closed, so you helped the rest of the "on-time entourage" fix up the place before children smear stuff all over it.

And alas, the bell chimed eight times, signaling opening time. Children did not swarm through the doors, wreaking havoc and chaos like you thought they would, so that's a plus. The Nice Families™ came in during the early hours of the day. Well behaved kiddies stood near the stage, clapping and cheering but not too chaotically. It was a pleasant day, up until your afternoon shift. Oh god, the horrors of the afternoon shift.

You had morning duty, but were forced to do afternoon shift because the author fuckin said so and that you could use the extra pay. Afternoon came, and the world stopped when you heard it. There was a boy, who sounded around 11-12, and he screamed "FLYING PIZZA" so loud you dropped the entire tray, a few inches short from the table, splattering soda over your work uniform. And there it was. Pizza, flying through the air, and smacking into the face of a coworker standing a few feet next to you. The utter energy of the scene left you shaken.

It was terrible.

Soon, more slices flew into the air, onto tables, towards people, towards the stage. Chica deftly smacked away a pizza slice flying towards her, giggling as it smacked onto a child below her. Or maybe because Bonnie told a scripted joke and that was her cue to laugh, although you were pretty sure that there was no smack down motion involved in the script. Either way, Chica wouldn't let herself be hit with soda cans or pizza slices. What a strong woman.

Then It™ happened. During the 3 PM show, the children got bored of assaulting the workers and the Show Stage animatronics, so they all attempted to attack Balloon Boy. One of the kids was able to toss a soda can that had been shaken beforehand, and before you knew it, Balloon Boy's head popped off with a burst of soda, letting out an unholy scream of the damned as he flailed about.

Everyone was screaming, the children, the staff, the robots (actually, only Balloon Boy screamed, the rest of them just watched with eyes that said 'this again?'), and then suddenly-

SLAM!

Everyone turned towards a door far deep within the building's heart.

"What. Is going on here." A man wearing a purple dress shirt said in a smooth voice. He spoke in a low tone, and you couldn't help but notice the British accent he sported. His golden badge glimmered in the light, his sleeves rolled up to show toned muscles, so you couldn't help but stare.

The door to the manager's office creaked as it slowly closed itself as the man who you could only assume was the manager stepped out of the doorframe. Your breaths turned shallow, your heart pounding against your ribcage. The man took a few steps forward, his unamused face scrunching up as he examined the scene, then turned to look at you.

Your blood ran cold, you felt a shiver down your spine. Despite that, you f- wait, wasn't that last sentence in the first chapter, verbatim?

Anyway, the man walked past you, a cold, stern glare present on his face. Arms crossed, he walked towards the culprits, who immediately ran away, leaving Balloon Boy sitting on the floor sadly, still headless. The manager glared at literally everyone, which meant he had to do a 360° turn and walk towards everyone else who he couldn't glare at before grabbing BB and dragging him to the Parts/Services room.

Seconds passed, everyone remained quiet. It was so quiet you could hear someone drop a pin, if you tried to focus on hearing it over the animatronics' rendition of "All Star", which was apparently playing just a bit before the manager burst in.

You shrugged and got back to work. You quietly sung along with the animatronics as you cleaned up the soda cans and pizza slices, leaving them in a nice pile behind the massive gift box in the prize corner. You felt an intense glare directed at you, but just assumed that it was just how it generally felt in this place during the afternoon. Soon enough, it was almost time for you to head home.

"(Y/N)."

God damn it-

You turned to face the annoying- oh hey.

It was the hot man from earlier. Wrow.

"Hey, I'm (Y/N)." You winked as you leaned on the wall.

British McSexy furrowed his brow. "Uh. Yeah. I know. I just called you that."

"I don't believe we've met—" You said before getting cut off. You're lucky you're hot or else I'd-

"We did? Yesterday?"

Huh?

"It's me, William?"

Doesn't ring a bell. Your face now mirrored his.

"William Afton? Your boss?"

"Ohhhh!!! Yeah, we met yesterday, in your office!"

You knew he looked familiar! His Dramatic Entrance™ totally threw you off, you thought he was a completely different character with extremely similar descriptions! Makes complete sense now.

"Um. Yeah." William crossed his arms. "Anyway, I need you to fill up the soda machines. By the way, I'm docking your pay so we can fix Balloon Boy, since he broke on your watch. Toodles." He said dreamily as he walked awa- wait did he say he'd dock my pay because of Balloon Boy?!

You sighed and went over to refill the soda machines. Oh well. At least tomorrow you'll get to continue working the day shift, and not have to deal with the afternoon shift.

After work, you headed home. The other employees invited you to their group chat, titled "William Fuckers (FFP Employees)". You decided not to join yet.

The next day, you arrive in front of quite the scene. The other workers crowd the front of the building, while William talks to an angry parent, who kept shoving a piece of paper in his face.

You notice Kato in the crowd and go towards them. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Oh, hey (Y/N)! The PUAUAMA is suing us. The restaurant is temporarily being closed down until the issue is resolved."

"PUAU- what?"

"PUAUAMA. Parents Union Against Unsafe Atrocities and Mechanical Abominations. They've been fighting against Fazbear's for years now."

"Oh. Thanks, I guess." You shrugged and crept closer towards the front of the crowd, trying to listen in on what they're saying.

The woman seemed to angrily state the things written on the lawsuit, which sounded like exaggerations of what happened yesterday. Getting bored, you snuck in through the back door to (secretly) take some soda from the soda machine. To be fair, we're closed today. No one would notice.

Except Freddy. But he's just in the arcade, playing "BB's AIR ADVENTURE", a totally hip and cool flying shooter game which is totally not a reskin of the Foxy Fighters minigame over at the other location! So no one to worry about really. You go back outside to continue watching the lady fight William, this time with a cold soda in your hand. Some of the other employees see you and leave to crowd to supposedly also steal some soda. Joke's on them, once William notices you'll be finished with yours, and would've already thrown the cup into the dumpster out back, so he'll only berate them! Clever as always.

Anyway, by the end of the argument, William was too tired to even notice that almost everyone had sodas (some were even sharing pizzas inside the restaurant, despite the fact that the building was supposedly on lockdown). He pinched the bridge of his nose and pulled you off to the side.

"(Y/N), you're a bachelor in Business Management, right?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Great. The PUAUAMUA is trying to close down our restaurant, and I think they might be able to this time around."

"Right, so what does that have to do with my degree in business management?"

"I need you to run a new restaurant."

Oh. My god.

"The PUAUAUAMA won't get off our backs, and we'll need the additional income to keep Fazbear's afloat, so I need you to run an old location, disguised as a brand new restaurant." William continued.

You couldn't believe it. When you were a little kid, you always wanted to run your own restaurant, and now the chance has finally come!

"We don't have much cash to spare, so you're going to have to start small. Which is believable. So. (Y/N). Are you up for it?"

You agreed hastily, barely containing your excitement. You reached out and hugged him, which resulted in him letting out a nervous laugh and a strained "let go of me".

You couldn't wait for tomorrow. William went off to the other employees, presumably to reassign them to other locations, perhaps even to yours? As soon as William dismissed them, everyone left. You did too, but with a smile on your face and a trip to the coffee shop in mind, because let's be honest, you suck at making coffee. You spent the night making plans for the building, and the dream band. You were gonna make things work, you just knew it. There was... just one thing that could possibly go wrong.