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One week.
It was only supposed to be ONE WEEK to handle this place and then he was supposed to bail, so why was he still here? The place was just like every other Freddy's location. It was the same foul stench coming from the bear suit that managed to soak his already rotting body in sweat. It was the same artificial lights that illuminated the place, revealing every god-forsaken stain made by some accursed child. Even the pizza was the same quality. He still cringed knowing eating a slice of one could send someone to the hospital for a month. The place was truly mediocre at best. The abundance of mysterious giant scuttlers canceled out their better-than-average animatronics.
Freddy's was the worst. There was no argument about it. Even the employees were unnerving. There was that virgin that he just wanted to peel the skin off of so he would never have to see that repulsive smile again, the chef who does god knows what, and some kiddy strangler. Any person who even looked in the general direction of Matt would know no amount of money was enough to work at Freddy's
Yet here he was, still working there despite having no need to. Freeing the lost souls from the other pizzerias had been simple enough. No restaurant took over two weeks to handle, yet here he was two months into this restaurant. He already knew how to give the children their happiest days. It was the same as every single other Freddy's place, nothing groundbreaking. None of them were different, just a different set of repulsive staff with the same disgusting rooms.
The only thing he could say for sure was better had to be his boss. Sure, his last boss attempted to frame him for murder so it was a rather low bar, but this boss still exceeded expectations. He even let him kick Balloon Boy from time to time! Not that he needed to be 'let', of course. He would have done it anyways, but it was nice not to get scolded for it from time to time.
"Hey, Employee?"
Speak of the devil.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you decide to work here?" The phone asked as he attempted to scrub the stains off the tables.
"I needed a job to make money." He shrugged, knowing damn well he was lying. It was not a big deal. He lied all the time.
The phone 'stared' at him for a moment, dead silent. If it was not nearly closing time, surely some child's screams would have broken the silence; however, the only noise between the two was the rumbling of the air conditioner.
"You're a terrible liar, Employee."
Shit, he had not been told that since the 70s. He had been practicing!
"I'm not lying."
"I don't believe you." He paused. "I've seen the way you handle the spring-lock suits. You're clearly familiar with them."
Shit, he needed an excuse, fast. He could not be too suspicious, or else he might seem weird! After all, what kind of maniac would work at a Freddy's location and come back for more?
"I just REALLY like bears. And dressing up in furry suits. But like, not for furry reasons."
FUCK! THAT'S WORSE THAN HIM BELIEVING HE HAD WORKED AT PRIOR FREDDY'S RESTAURANTS.
"You haven't even gotten a nail broken. That's a record! The longest a person has lasted without injury with those things has been two days at the mos- wait. Did you say you like dressing up in furry suits"
"... No?"
"..."
"..."
"Employee, I'm going to pretend I did NOT hear that. Just uh- get back to work."
His phone-headed boss left the room, walking to party room 1 and slamming the door behind him. Alright. Okay. That was pretty bad, considering everyone and their moms knew party room 2 was better. But yes, everything was fine. Everything had gone totally according to plan. Man, now he should really save those souls so he can free himself from the embarrassment that will forever haunt him in this location.