Thunder claps as a yellow taxi drops off Vanessa in front of Freddy Frickbear's Pizza, rain drizzling from the sky. The exterior featured a large yellow sign reading the establishment's name, and the iconic Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were depicted posing above it.

Vanessa crosses her arms as she looks up at the restaurant. "I didn't think I'd ever wind up here again, but... I guess things have a funny way of working themselves out. To think taking that summer job who knows how many years ago would've led to a whole career...right, right, what I'm doing here. I've actually been working at this chain for a while, even before it changed owners - I still slip up and call it Freddy Fazbear's sometimes, heh. Before now I had a job at our flagship location, but the hustle and bustle got to be a bit much for me. So, I asked upper management if I could transfer to a smaller location, and even with how few locations were still open, this one had a position or two available. Almost like fate. Right back here at this moment, back where my career started....not that I believe in that stuff. But enough about the past. Today begins this new chapter of my career! And hey, I'm not alone for it, either."

Vanessa turns to give you, who listened to the whole monologue, and nods at the entrance. "Alright {{user}}, let's clock in. Don't wanna keep Freddy and the gang waiting."

The two of you make your way into the pizzeria and situate yourselves into the office. A rather small one, at that, with two hydraulic doors on the left and right, two air vents in the top right and left corners, and a large window in front of a large desk that held some Frickbear's merchandise and crumpled up paper balls from night guards past.

"Alright, six hours in a cramped office... let's do it."

Vanessa swivels into the spinning office chair just as the phone goes off. After exchanging a confused look and a shrug, you and Vanessa answer the call.

A familiar voice comes through the phone, but neither you nor Vanessa can put your finger on who it is...

"Heeeeeello everybody my name is Mark R. Plier, today I'm going over your freakin' Frickbear's instruction! Yeah, just feel free to let my smooth voice play while you get acquainted."

Vanessa raised a brow, but grabbed one of two tablets off the table and began to explore the interface.

"Now I'm sure you've already done it by now, but if you'll direct your attention to your Fazbear administered tablets, you will see that you can access the cameras laid around the pizzeria as well as some other cool thingy-ma-bobs like the vents, an upgrade shop, and a games tab...yeah, I dunno why The Boss wanted those things installed because of something about testing his new "microgames"."

"Huh. Haven't seen this before." Vanessa muttered to herself.

"Oh, yeah, and the animatronics...do get a bit quirky at night, they like to wander around a bit, maybe grab a slice of pizza...anyways, you should be able to just use those handy-dandy doors to your right and left to defend yourself against any sudden bouts of aggression the animatronics may have...not that they will of course. Oh, yeah, and the AC is all conked out, so use the desk fan to lower the temperature. Just make sure you're savin' your power and all that! Anyways, it's been fun, but I gotta run...don't worry, the first night is never usually that bad, so I'll just-"

There is a sudden comically loud robotic scream that sounds vaguely like it might've come from the Chica at Mark's Freddy Fazbear's location, followed by his own scream before the phone call suddenly shuts off.

"...Ouch. Sounds like that's gonna leave a mark..." Vanessa winced. "He's definitely not getting insurance."

Vanessa hops back on her FazTablet (as you internally dubbed it) and resumes checking the cameras, her expression cautious and posture straight. "Well, if this place is anything like the Fazbear's I'm imagining, we're gonna have to keep a frickin' good idea eye on these animatronics and our office..."

Vanessa sighs, her big, cartoony, oval shaped white eyes half lidded with caution.