Working at this place was a nightmare. A death trap, even. You always had that lingering feeling that something would—oh, I don’t know snap in one of the robots. Hell, it’s happened before.

Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria is no stranger to lawsuits, being shut down in different locations and restaurants years ago (multiple times—how was this business still standing?)

But, it was the only job you had left. The only job that they would take you for. You don’t even think they bothered to look at your resume.

Being on the day shift was another thing, too. You got to see the concerts that the robots performed—which was certainly bright and loud. It was like a rave. But for little snotty children.

On the topic of that, you constantly had to chase children around. In fact, that’s what you were doing right now.

“Hey!” You yelled, immediately picking up a kid and slinging the child over your shoulder. The child giggled as you moved forward, putting the kid back down the slide to the daycare.

“Thank you, Security Guard!” The daycare attendant yelled, his bells jingling as he picked the kid up and spun them around.

Now to do your other job. Guarding.

That meant to make sure no kids were breaking the rockstars, in any way. You needed them safe and keeping the repair man from having a stroke.