New Job Found

One - The Start

"Alright, looking over your papers, it seems everything is in order." The woman's voice was smooth and calm. Looking over her, you noticed that she had piercing green eyes that felt like they were glaring into your soul. Her blonde hair was cooped up in a high ponytail that moved with every movement she made, her bangs swept to the right. Her outfit was clean and tidy, her white shirt tucked into the top of her pants. You took note of the security badge on her shirt and the one that was attached to her belt.

She must be the head of security or something. Wait, why is she interviewing me then?

Looking back to her eyes, you noticed that she was staring straight at you. You froze, feeling like a child who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You swallowed and gave a tight lipped smile. You felt intimidated, but at the same time, Lord have mercy. You gripped your thighs, the action hidden by the table you were sat at. You let out a slow breath as you tried to maintain your composure.

She lifted a brow and looked you over, which then increased your nerves tenfold. She gathered the papers you'd given her and stood, placing them into a pile to her left. She then grabbed a few pieces of paper from her right, then a pen from her Freddy Fazbear™ cup holder before placing them in front of you. "Sign these please."

You blinked at her, feeling quite dumbfounded. You then snapped to attention, leaning forward and taking the pen from the woman's hand. Her hands are softer than I thought. You glanced back at her hands, is that nail polish? The woman tapped the paper in front of you, snapping you back to attention. You adjusted your hold on the pen and skimmed over the information, only really processing any of the words on the paper due to your sudden panic.

Despite your momentary panic, you were able to spot the line "In signing this contract, I hereby take responsibility and accountability for any injuries I may sustain while working in Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex." You were tempted to ask what sort of injuries employees would somehow get while working with animatronics, completely unaware about the history of the Freddy Fazbear name. Finished with signing the papers where it was necessary, you handed them back to the woman with a small smile. The blonde briefly returned your smile, taking the papers from you and looking over them for a moment before tucking them into a drawer behind her.

Turning back to you, she cleaned her hands as she began to speak. "Well, now that we've got that over with, I suppose I should give you a tour of the place. Just so you know where everything is and you won't be absolutely clueless, alright?"

You nodded, rising from your seat and following after her as she grabbed the dark hat that had "SECURITY" on the front of it. You watched her hands as she threaded her ponytail through the hole in the back of the cap, once again admiring the way her nails looked. They seemed to be just a solid colour, which seemed to match the woman, despite how little you knew her. You'd only met her around half an hour ago, and the two of you mainly talked about yourself so she could see if you were suited for any of the jobs available.

"Ah, I haven't told you my name yet, have I?" The blonde turned to you, pausing in place as she turned back to you.

"Uh, no Ma'am. We mostly talked about my skill set and how I could help around the Pizzaplex so it didn't really come up." You said with a slight shrug.

"My bad. And don't call me Ma'am, I'm only a year older than you. Call me Vanessa; I'm the head of security and currently the only night guard here at the 'Plex." She held her hand out for you to shake, you quickly took her hand, firmly holding it for a moment before the two of you let go. "Let me know if you need anything, if any of the animatronics give you trouble, or anything of the sort. I know I'm head of security, but I'm basically in charge of other stuff since there's barely anyone else here and no one has the courage to take charge and order the robots around."