"Hahahaha!" Rudely, I'm interrupted with a fist hitting the desk and roaring laughter. The surprising loud bang and obnoxious laughing causes my body to jump with a start.
Fortunately, he didn't notice. "You think just because you came here as a kid, I'd hire you?"
"W-Well, not exactly but-"
"And I'm sure you want a fat paycheck to go with your expert knowledge because you saw the animatronics on stage once, hahaha!"
Wow, he's pissing me off 0-100. If he doesn't shut his mouth, I might actually use my dad's special "gift" on this guy's eyes, then walk out. He's missing a great opportunity.
Then again, do I really want to work for someone like him?
"Look, I'm thinking what's best for your company and I don't know if you've been outside your suffocating office lately, but it isn't doing so well.
I know I have what it takes to help this place out.
I'm dedicated, I have a love for the mascots, and I was told by one of your employees that I'm foolish enough to take this job!
" There's a long pause as we sit together, processing this newly found outburst of courage. Well, I'm dead. I've run out of lives.
Dad will be seeing me before lunch, so hopefully he saves me a sandwich because I most definitely will not be hired here anymore after this stunt I just pulled.
The manager is left flabbergasted.
He sits with his fingertips pressed together, cigar now sitting on his ashtray as if he were about to give me a lecture that would require all his focus. But instead, he stared at me. Thinking.
Considering. There's no way in hell that rant actually worked, right?
"You are a fool. No one would come in here without a scheduled appointment and start yelling to a potential boss as if they owned this place.
I don't care about your qualifications and given that you don't even have a resume on hand, you're entirely unqualified. Yet, you have the one thing I need most right now: strong will.
No matter how stupid and naive you are..." At last, he takes a drag off his Louixs again. My breath gets caught in my throat.
Did I get it? Will I have a job? My childhood dreams are becoming a reality on the spot. "You will always come back, won't you? You love this place. So take care of it.
But let me tell you this once: if I see you take one misstep, if I catch you in a place you don't belong or failing to finish your work properly, I'll have you fired.
After all, you're just human. I can find many others like you."
I did it... I did it! I'm officially working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! "Fantastic! I won't let you down. When do I start?"
Coughing and putting out the rest of his cigar, he shuffles some papers on his desk. I hadn't noticed them at first, but they look like lawsuits and warnings.
Before I could get a good enough look... "You start tonight. Night shift from midnight 'till six a.m. Go home get some rest.
Oh, and if it turns out you actually are worth keeping around, this isn't customary, but we're caught under some abominable circumstances so...
" He leans forward in his seat, leaving me feeling even more threatened than before. I can just barely smell a musky cologne over the suffocating smoke.
Reflexively, I lean away from him and further into my leather seat. The guy towers over me! "Promise you'll stay. You know, to protect the animatronics, of course."
Was this about those papers I saw? Is he asking me if I can be trusted? But he doesn't know me, doesn't have an application form, or any background information. He's taking a great risk.
The kind of risk only the desperate would attempt. But what does it matter? I can be trusted and I will do everything in my power to ensure the quality of the restaurant improves.
After leaving the room, I'm told to go home. My uniform will be provided to me tonight before the start of my shift.
Considering all I have to do is watch and keep guard so that no one undesirable enters the building, I think I'll have plenty of time to get some extra chores knocked out.
I wasn't promised any bonus pay for the labor sadly, but I'm doing this for the building itself and the kids.
"So you did it. You actually did it and proved me right at the same time. That makes us both winners and very sorry losers.
" What? Whirling around to locate where the voice was coming from, my eyes land on the same guy I met yesterday. He's no longer sweeping the floor, but he is still carrying the broom.
"Excuse me? I thought you said I wouldn't see you again because you'd be 'gone' or whatever?"
"Hmm... Still very much a fool and now a fool with the title 'security guard.' Doesn't suit ya at all. Both of us are sorry idiots for ever coming back to this establishment. You'll see.
You'll see first hand.
Just look at yourself, thinking you're protecting everything inside from the outside world when in reality you'll be protecting the outside world from everything within here...
I told you not to come back like I wished someone would have told me before I signed up... Good night and good luck."
I wanted to stop him, but he sounded so cryptic and sincere. He didn't sound as if he was trying to scare me. Just... saddened. I can't think about this right now.
I need to go home and get some rest for the long night ahead.
"Whatever... creepy old man." So, heading towards the entrance of the pizzeria, I push open the doors to feel a powerful gust of wind blowing my hair in every which direction.
Thank goodness I already got my job because right now I look like a troll.
My reflection in the driver's window of my car hauls a giggle out of me, but once I'm inside the vehicle, the review mirror is used to help fix my wild hair.
My favorite tunes are playing on the radio and you better bet I sang loudly the whole way home. My funky dance moves never ceased until the car's engine died out upon arriving in my drive way.
My dad is going to be so proud. I can hardly contain myself, a smile beaming as I open the door.
What I didn't expect was to see Dad already standing in the living room as if he was waiting for me.
His arms were crossed, immediately I deduced this wasn't going to be a pleasant talk judging by his body language.
"(Y/n), I think we should talk a bit about your new place of employment."
"Dad, it's all good. I get the night shift, so no one is going to bother me and it's going to be totally stress free. I start tonight which is great. The more money, the better.
" My smile falters for a second because his demeanor won't change from that hostile expression. I won't let it wear me down. So, I move past him and into the kitchen to fix myself a sandwich.
Lunch would serve as dinner from here on out.
"See, that's the issue. You don't know everything that's been going on there lately and I feel like it'd be best if-"
"There's nothing going on! Maybe a few complaints about spoiled food and bugs in the corner, but I can fix that myself. I can.
I have nothing better to do anyways!" My voice is beginning to raise with my growing levels of irritation and my hands are coming up in the air.
Why does everyone think I can't handle it? Even my own dad who's supposed to be supporting me!
"You don't have to solve everyone's problems. You're just one person. You don't have to do everything by yourself.
I'm just trying to warn you about what's being said on the news and what I've seen."
"You know what I think? This is about mom. You were always so worried because she took on too much and did everything by herself until she worked herself to death.
Well, I can take care of myself and I won't make those same mistakes. I'm going to bed now.
My shift starts tonight and I have many hours ahead of me!" I turn on my heel and head straight to my bedroom, having had no dinner.
It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry especially after an argument with my dad. But if he won't listen to me even after he told me it'd be okay, then there's no point in sticking around anymore.
Maybe after my first night on the job, he'll settle down and see that there's really nothing to worry about.