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Steak was having a very bad day at work. He had already had to deal with two colossal kid turds off being excreted onto the ceramic floor of the Eastern Hall, and now a third had to just show up barely a few inches from the Bathroom doors. He had to wonder how much food a normal kid had to be able to stuff inside their bellies to be able to produce so much shit in a given day.
The worst part of it all was the odor. His wettened snout wrinkled the moment he stepped near the Eastern Hall and it hung over his fur like a wet blanket. He rolled his tongue out of the side of his open jaws and let it hang there; he panted, trying to cool off from a combination of the foul stench and a busted air conditioner that the mechanics were currently fixing.
Being on his way to check on their progress, he decided to take a quick shortcut through the main attraction of his restaurant: The Dining Hall. His ears perked up; music, goofy but no less pleasing to the ear, with guitars strumming and high voices filled the air around him and grew louder as he approached from the Western Hallway.
Then, after a mere step around the corner, he entered the Dining Hall.
Children of various species and sizes zipped around the room. They played within the rows between the lines of dining tables and chairs. Pizza crusts, meat sauce, and birthday hats covered the white curtains sprawled on top of each table. Columns of pizza boxes, each adorned with a painting of the headliner of the Pizzeria etched onto the cardboard, stood tall over the youthful roughhousing below them, although not as tall as the colorful balloons that floated around, greeting children on their trips to the ceiling above. Steak’s eyes followed the balloons as they slipped past a sparkling disco ball and the ceiling stage-lights. These lights beamed downwards towards the stage directly in the middle of the room, illuminating the icons of the Pizzeria, the headliners of every act, the performers of every song, and the idols of every children with a pulse in Arcadia.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!” An announcer’s voice rocketed around the room, silencing the festivities and the music, “please give it up for Freddy Fazbear and his Funtime Rock Band!”
The three members of the band: a slender, yellow chicken in a bib, a tall, plastic-looking bunny, and a cartoonishly rotund brown bear bowed in robotic unison. Cheers and praise spurned them back upwards for yet another song. The new song, peppy, with a pink, bubblegum texture, echoed around the hall, mixing melodiously with the pulse of the dancing patrons inside.
The sight of such joy seemed to swipe away the foul odor that once plagued Steak. With a small smile, he navigated the room to the Eastern Halls and proceeded down them.
As he walked down the Eastern Hall, passing posters of the Fazbear Gang, of pizza and cakes, and advertisements for future events, his ears perked up once more. A discussion, faint, sounded from down the hall. Frowning, Steak continued down the hall. His snout picked up an unfamiliar scent, and the smell itself convinced him to move a little faster.
A few moments later, he turned a corner that connected this Hallway to the other Hallway, and met a new sight. A man in a purple suit, blue tie, and purple fedora, chatting and laughing with the two mechanics as they worked on the air conditioner above.
Curious, Steak stepped around the corner.
“Excuse meh?” He said, his accent mumbling and distorting his words a bit as a thin trail of slobber ran down the edge of his mouth.
The man in the purple suit turned his head away from the mechanics and towards Steak. A smile on his face, he stepped forward.
“Hello there, my canine friend!” He said, bowing his head forward and removing his hat. Long, curly red hair popped out, freed from the cage of the hat.
“Pleasure to meet ya.” Steak replied, reaching forward to rub the man’s head with his paw. He leaned forward to reciprocate the greeting gesture.
“I take it you are the Manager for Day Shift here?” The man said, retracting his hand from the canine’s head.
“Inteet I em. What service can I provide you?”
“Service? Just wanted to stop by and say hello to my economic partners!”
“Economic-”
The canine’s black eyes widen. His tail starts to wag for the first time since the otherwise stress-filled day had began.
“You are the new CEO?” He asked.
“Henry Charlotte,” Henry replied, his smile widening as he tipped his fedora at him, “at your service!”
“It’s good to make your acquaintance! I… hope the new position isn’t too stressful.”
Henry shook his head. “Ah, not at all. Still, I understand if seeing a new face as your CEO will be a bit odd, so I’ve taken to visiting as many restaurants as I can to ensure the employees remember it!”
“Huh.” Steak replied. He certainly couldn’t remember William ever doing something like that. His tail wagged faster at the thought of future appearances from Henry. It would definitely be a morale boost, especially on days like these! It would definitely help with dealing with the janitor too.
“Well, as you may know, I’m Steek. Day Shift Manager. You have met Bub and Rub, yes?”
Bob and Rob, twin yellow octopi wearing the signature purple outfit of Fazbear’s Pizzeria employees, nod their collective heads before going back to work on the air conditioner above.
“Indeed I have!” Henry replied before frowning a bit. “In fact, I’ve met everyone here except…”
“Except…?”
“Except for one. I passed by him and tried to greet him, but he just stared down at his mop and turned away from me. Does he do that often?”
Steak whined, pawing the top of his snout. “I take it you met the janitor?”
“Yes?”
“Apologies, sir, but I recommend ignoring him, sir. He is a very troublesome boy.”
“Oh come now, I’m certain he isn’t as bad as you claim.”
“Not from what I’ve seen of him.”
A loud smack splintered from behind Henry. Steak’s ears perked up. Both he and Henry walked towards the sound of the noise.
The janitor stood in the middle of the hallway, his back turned away from Steak and Henry. His thin arms tightened around the wooden shaft of the mop as he brushed the soaked yarn tendrils across the muddied ceramic tiling beneath him. He seemed to seep into the walls around him, no doubt helped by his small height. He commanded little presence, and what presence he had stood in direct contrast to the restaurant around him. Compared to the black and white tilings of the floor, he stood as a dark, purplish blob, and his slouched form contrasted with the dutiful posture of every employee that walked past him. He kept his head down, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, not even the children that occasionally walked past him and tried to see underneath his white baseball cap.
Steak stepped forward, ready to question the teen, before Henry held an arm out in front of him. His smile returned and he gazed at the janitor.
“Excuse me?” He called to him.
The slouched figure flinched. He immediately stood back up at attention. He did not, however, turn around.
The new CEO of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria walked down the hall to approach the boy. He continued cleaning the brown off of the floor; each step caused him to hug his mop closer to his chest.
“Excuse me? It’s Henry Charlotte again. What was that noise?” Henry said, stopping just a few feet from the boy.
The janitor, like a clock, slowly turned to face the CEO. Soft, blue eyes under a thick shadow provided by his baseball cap gazed up at Henry. Tiny curls of brown hair poked out from underneath his hat, and he could see splotches of freckles underlining his eyes. He stared, his tired-looking eyes conveying the only emotion that his stone face could not.
“I… dropped my mop.” The boy said, almost mumbling his words. His eyes darted away and he stepped back.
“I see,” Henry said before looking down at the mop, “what are you cleaning?”
“The bathroom, sir. The boss ordered me to clean up some sh- some poop a child left on the floor.”
The teen lowered his head again to resume his mopping, shutting up. It didn’t take more than a few more swipes for the boy to finish cleaning up the remains of the offending excretion. He picked up the mop and set it inside the yellow water bucket he rolled with him before placing a caution sign right next to the wet, shiny, clean spot.
“I don’t think I caught your name, mister…?” Henry asked.
The boy paused. He glanced towards the CEO underneath the rim of his cap. He opened his mouth for a brief moment before clamming up.
“Sorry, I’m… I’m off my shift.” he said before grabbing the water bucket and advancing past him. The wheels squeaked and squawked as he walked towards Steak. The humanoid canine tensed up as the boy approached; he stared down the boy with all the intensity of a bloodhound hunting a scent.
“Sir? May I get an early dismissal? I have an important test at school today and… I need to keep my grades up.”
The dog sighed. “Alright. Your backpack is with the guard at front.”
“Thank you, sir…”
He looked away from his boss and walked past him, heading to the Janitor’s Closet a few feet away from the Bathrooms. After stashing his supplies back inside, removing his employee uniform, and putting on his blue and gold school uniform, he exited the closet and made his way into the Dining Hall.
Things were starting to settle down, the music dimmer and the lights a bit brighter. Most of the kids were eating their food at this point alongside their parents. The teen hugged the walls of the Dining Hall, hoping his small stature would not arouse suspicion or unwanted looks from any patron.
As he glanced up to check for the exit, however, he saw a familiar sight. The animatronics on the stage, formerly bowed to receive applause, now stood in locked, alarmed form. Their robotic eyes, cartoonish and round behind their animal masks, glared down at the boy, trailing him as he made his way out. They never removed their eyes off of him for even an instant; any parent would provide over-watch over a crowd, after all, if it meant their children remained safe from harm. The boy could not blame them for their basilisk gaze, for it was the only response that was sensible in dealing with somebody like him.
Exiting the Dining Hall, he enters the Atrium, where more kids and parents awaited. He walked past blinking arcade machines and a lone robotic boy with balloons in his hand. He walked to the front, where the Day Guard stood with his backpack in hand. He took it, thanked the man for holding onto it, and wordlessly exited the building and onto the wooden, cobblestone paths of Arcadia.
The worst part of it all was the odor. His wettened snout wrinkled the moment he stepped near the Eastern Hall and it hung over his fur like a wet blanket. He rolled his tongue out of the side of his open jaws and let it hang there; he panted, trying to cool off from a combination of the foul stench and a busted air conditioner that the mechanics were currently fixing.
Being on his way to check on their progress, he decided to take a quick shortcut through the main attraction of his restaurant: The Dining Hall. His ears perked up; music, goofy but no less pleasing to the ear, with guitars strumming and high voices filled the air around him and grew louder as he approached from the Western Hallway.
Then, after a mere step around the corner, he entered the Dining Hall.
Children of various species and sizes zipped around the room. They played within the rows between the lines of dining tables and chairs. Pizza crusts, meat sauce, and birthday hats covered the white curtains sprawled on top of each table. Columns of pizza boxes, each adorned with a painting of the headliner of the Pizzeria etched onto the cardboard, stood tall over the youthful roughhousing below them, although not as tall as the colorful balloons that floated around, greeting children on their trips to the ceiling above. Steak’s eyes followed the balloons as they slipped past a sparkling disco ball and the ceiling stage-lights. These lights beamed downwards towards the stage directly in the middle of the room, illuminating the icons of the Pizzeria, the headliners of every act, the performers of every song, and the idols of every children with a pulse in Arcadia.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!” An announcer’s voice rocketed around the room, silencing the festivities and the music, “please give it up for Freddy Fazbear and his Funtime Rock Band!”
The three members of the band: a slender, yellow chicken in a bib, a tall, plastic-looking bunny, and a cartoonishly rotund brown bear bowed in robotic unison. Cheers and praise spurned them back upwards for yet another song. The new song, peppy, with a pink, bubblegum texture, echoed around the hall, mixing melodiously with the pulse of the dancing patrons inside.
The sight of such joy seemed to swipe away the foul odor that once plagued Steak. With a small smile, he navigated the room to the Eastern Halls and proceeded down them.
As he walked down the Eastern Hall, passing posters of the Fazbear Gang, of pizza and cakes, and advertisements for future events, his ears perked up once more. A discussion, faint, sounded from down the hall. Frowning, Steak continued down the hall. His snout picked up an unfamiliar scent, and the smell itself convinced him to move a little faster.
A few moments later, he turned a corner that connected this Hallway to the other Hallway, and met a new sight. A man in a purple suit, blue tie, and purple fedora, chatting and laughing with the two mechanics as they worked on the air conditioner above.
Curious, Steak stepped around the corner.
“Excuse meh?” He said, his accent mumbling and distorting his words a bit as a thin trail of slobber ran down the edge of his mouth.
The man in the purple suit turned his head away from the mechanics and towards Steak. A smile on his face, he stepped forward.
“Hello there, my canine friend!” He said, bowing his head forward and removing his hat. Long, curly red hair popped out, freed from the cage of the hat.
“Pleasure to meet ya.” Steak replied, reaching forward to rub the man’s head with his paw. He leaned forward to reciprocate the greeting gesture.
“I take it you are the Manager for Day Shift here?” The man said, retracting his hand from the canine’s head.
“Inteet I em. What service can I provide you?”
“Service? Just wanted to stop by and say hello to my economic partners!”
“Economic-”
The canine’s black eyes widen. His tail starts to wag for the first time since the otherwise stress-filled day had began.
“You are the new CEO?” He asked.
“Henry Charlotte,” Henry replied, his smile widening as he tipped his fedora at him, “at your service!”
“It’s good to make your acquaintance! I… hope the new position isn’t too stressful.”
Henry shook his head. “Ah, not at all. Still, I understand if seeing a new face as your CEO will be a bit odd, so I’ve taken to visiting as many restaurants as I can to ensure the employees remember it!”
“Huh.” Steak replied. He certainly couldn’t remember William ever doing something like that. His tail wagged faster at the thought of future appearances from Henry. It would definitely be a morale boost, especially on days like these! It would definitely help with dealing with the janitor too.
“Well, as you may know, I’m Steek. Day Shift Manager. You have met Bub and Rub, yes?”
Bob and Rob, twin yellow octopi wearing the signature purple outfit of Fazbear’s Pizzeria employees, nod their collective heads before going back to work on the air conditioner above.
“Indeed I have!” Henry replied before frowning a bit. “In fact, I’ve met everyone here except…”
“Except…?”
“Except for one. I passed by him and tried to greet him, but he just stared down at his mop and turned away from me. Does he do that often?”
Steak whined, pawing the top of his snout. “I take it you met the janitor?”
“Yes?”
“Apologies, sir, but I recommend ignoring him, sir. He is a very troublesome boy.”
“Oh come now, I’m certain he isn’t as bad as you claim.”
“Not from what I’ve seen of him.”
A loud smack splintered from behind Henry. Steak’s ears perked up. Both he and Henry walked towards the sound of the noise.
The janitor stood in the middle of the hallway, his back turned away from Steak and Henry. His thin arms tightened around the wooden shaft of the mop as he brushed the soaked yarn tendrils across the muddied ceramic tiling beneath him. He seemed to seep into the walls around him, no doubt helped by his small height. He commanded little presence, and what presence he had stood in direct contrast to the restaurant around him. Compared to the black and white tilings of the floor, he stood as a dark, purplish blob, and his slouched form contrasted with the dutiful posture of every employee that walked past him. He kept his head down, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, not even the children that occasionally walked past him and tried to see underneath his white baseball cap.
Steak stepped forward, ready to question the teen, before Henry held an arm out in front of him. His smile returned and he gazed at the janitor.
“Excuse me?” He called to him.
The slouched figure flinched. He immediately stood back up at attention. He did not, however, turn around.
The new CEO of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria walked down the hall to approach the boy. He continued cleaning the brown off of the floor; each step caused him to hug his mop closer to his chest.
“Excuse me? It’s Henry Charlotte again. What was that noise?” Henry said, stopping just a few feet from the boy.
The janitor, like a clock, slowly turned to face the CEO. Soft, blue eyes under a thick shadow provided by his baseball cap gazed up at Henry. Tiny curls of brown hair poked out from underneath his hat, and he could see splotches of freckles underlining his eyes. He stared, his tired-looking eyes conveying the only emotion that his stone face could not.
“I… dropped my mop.” The boy said, almost mumbling his words. His eyes darted away and he stepped back.
“I see,” Henry said before looking down at the mop, “what are you cleaning?”
“The bathroom, sir. The boss ordered me to clean up some sh- some poop a child left on the floor.”
The teen lowered his head again to resume his mopping, shutting up. It didn’t take more than a few more swipes for the boy to finish cleaning up the remains of the offending excretion. He picked up the mop and set it inside the yellow water bucket he rolled with him before placing a caution sign right next to the wet, shiny, clean spot.
“I don’t think I caught your name, mister…?” Henry asked.
The boy paused. He glanced towards the CEO underneath the rim of his cap. He opened his mouth for a brief moment before clamming up.
“Sorry, I’m… I’m off my shift.” he said before grabbing the water bucket and advancing past him. The wheels squeaked and squawked as he walked towards Steak. The humanoid canine tensed up as the boy approached; he stared down the boy with all the intensity of a bloodhound hunting a scent.
“Sir? May I get an early dismissal? I have an important test at school today and… I need to keep my grades up.”
The dog sighed. “Alright. Your backpack is with the guard at front.”
“Thank you, sir…”
He looked away from his boss and walked past him, heading to the Janitor’s Closet a few feet away from the Bathrooms. After stashing his supplies back inside, removing his employee uniform, and putting on his blue and gold school uniform, he exited the closet and made his way into the Dining Hall.
Things were starting to settle down, the music dimmer and the lights a bit brighter. Most of the kids were eating their food at this point alongside their parents. The teen hugged the walls of the Dining Hall, hoping his small stature would not arouse suspicion or unwanted looks from any patron.
As he glanced up to check for the exit, however, he saw a familiar sight. The animatronics on the stage, formerly bowed to receive applause, now stood in locked, alarmed form. Their robotic eyes, cartoonish and round behind their animal masks, glared down at the boy, trailing him as he made his way out. They never removed their eyes off of him for even an instant; any parent would provide over-watch over a crowd, after all, if it meant their children remained safe from harm. The boy could not blame them for their basilisk gaze, for it was the only response that was sensible in dealing with somebody like him.
Exiting the Dining Hall, he enters the Atrium, where more kids and parents awaited. He walked past blinking arcade machines and a lone robotic boy with balloons in his hand. He walked to the front, where the Day Guard stood with his backpack in hand. He took it, thanked the man for holding onto it, and wordlessly exited the building and onto the wooden, cobblestone paths of Arcadia.