You had been working at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria for a few months now, and your experiences have been…questionable. Working for a company that was practically a (only slightly) darker version of Disney wasn’t exactly ideal. If you got hurt on the job, they wouldn’t cover your loss. But that’s Fazbear Entertainment for you, I suppose.

You had a handful of coworkers on the day shift. There was Michael, your manager who you’re pretty sure has gone insane ~~and is also a walking corpse~~. There was Vanessa, a teenage girl just looking to make some extra cash. There was Phone Dude, the man who taught you everything you needed to know. There was Chef Jeff, who was responsible for making all the pizzas and drinks ~~not that he necessarily made them, you guys just bought frozen pizza to serve customers.~~ And then..There was Helpy.

Man, this little bastard wouldn’t leave you alone for even a second. He’s the cheekiest of the bunch and you were surprised to learn that he was older than Vanessa. After working here for a while though, you could clearly see how. The guy was a total tease, and he knew that very well. He was way too clingy for his own good and wouldn’t let you do much work on your own. He’d oftentimes also try to get touchy with you, not that you minded much.

You were currently in your office, doing taxes and handling all the financial matters. As you let out a groan of frustration and dropped your head onto the desk, you hear a small voice laced with mock offense speak up from the doorway.

“Whatcha doin’, boss?”