‘Help...me…’
Nora jolted upright in her bed, gasping for breath as she wiped the cold sweat she had broken into during the night. She steadied her breathing, and sighed to herself, before throwing her comforter off, crawling out of bed.
She threw on her technician’s jacket, FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA embroidered on the back and on the sleeve. It was actually an old security guard’s uniform, originally handed down to her as a substitute for the jumpsuit she now owned. Though given how long she had been with the company, she considered it a gift for her service. She shrugged her shoulders, working out the kink built up during her sleep, as she stepped outside. Her breath became visible, and her chest tightened from the frigid air as she drew out a cigarette from the pocket of the jacket. She exhaled quickly, her lungs growing accustomed to the chilly night air as she then proceeded to draw out her lighter. She slipped the cigarette between her lips, and cupped her hand around the lighter. The lighter took a few clicks, before it sprung to life, flickering even with the protection of her hand in the cold wind.665Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuymppaoel
Nora stood outside the doors of the pizzeria, stomping out the used butt of her cigarette and pushing open the glass door of the restaurant.
“Another day in paradise...” she murmured to herself, shrugging off the chill of the Utah winter as she strolled inside, enjoying the warmth provided by the air conditioning of the pizzeria. She wound her way around the main party room, past the stage, and then down the hall, towards the Parts and Service room. She passed the game area and playground of sorts for the restaurant, idly placing her hand on the Balloon Boy animatronic and gently patting him on the head as she passed him by. It was an odd ritual she performed each day she walked into work- she didn’t believe it brought her any form of luck, but still it gave her a sense of comfort. She pushed open the heavy iron door to Parts and Service, flicking on the light and being greeted by Foxy and Freddy sitting off to her immediate right. She nodded idly to them, turning around and heading towards the rear of the room, where her tools and workbench were kept.
“I see you boys didn’t move over the weekend.” she observed, coughing into her hand as she passed Chica, then stopping to kneel down to it’s level. Satisfied with her brief inspection, she stood again, and went to her toolbox. She opened it, lifting the metal latch and grabbing a few wrenches and a power drill. The door creaked as she inserted the battery pack into the drill, she cocked a brow as she turned her head, looking to the open door.
“Jamie? Martin?” she called.
Receiving no response, she went back to her work, grabbing her safety visor and putting on the work apron. She walked over to Chica’s hunched over form and began to take more of the jaw apart. When she had first taken the job, she had wondered heavily what the original owners of these animatronics were thinking with some of these design choices. After working for Fazbear’s for all these years, she learned either not to ask questions, or to just flat-out ignore what was going on. It worked well enough for her so far. Nora began to rev up her drill-
“Hello?”
Nora sighed as the drill spun down, and she once again turned around, looking towards the door and saw the Balloon Boy animatronic standing in the doorway.
Nora wasn’t very amused. “Hello?” she responded.
The thing laughed.
“Right…” she said, starting up her drill again, beginning work on Chica’s jaw once more.
“Want a balloon? I’ve got a shiny blue one!”
“Uh, no, thank you?” she replied, wondering if there was something wrong with the animatronic.
“Okay!” it cheered, then fell silent, still standing in the doorway.
“Go find your other friends.” Nora said, taking apart Chica’s jaw once again, and unconcerned with the Balloon Boy.
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