#ialwayscomeback

It’s been an eventful evening for the staff writer at Fazbear Entertainment.  So many new positions to fill.  So much to write.  So many tales to spin.

The paper crosses the cheap pedestal style Teacher’s desk.

Eyes turn up for a moment at who dumped the mail, and the flat eyes on the other side of the desk meet for only a moment, before they turn away, emotions don’t pass between these two anymore.

A heavy finger jabs the paper, stabbing it multiple times, as if attempting to squash it like a bug.  The writer nods their understanding, turns to their computer, and begins to meticulously tap out the message.

Hello Daphne A.!

We would like to welcome you to your new career at Fazbear Pizza!  We highly recommend that you stop by your local Fazbear Pizza to pick up your uniform and work hours!  We’ve placed you on the evening shift, from 12AM to 6 AM Monday through Friday. 

Should you need assistance purchasing your uniform, please visit your local Fazbear’s.  Your manager will be able to assist you with an advance so that you may purchase your own gear.

Your manager will help you settle into your new position!  If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact us here!

                  “Why are you hiding, little boy?” Cuddle Chica crouched down by the          kid, lifting up the tablecloth to see him better. Was he playing hide and seek?          While that had been her initial thought, she soon realized none of the other          kids appeared to be looking around as if trying to find someone so that must          not be it.

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  Once again, Springtrap found himself on search-and-rescue duty-- though he was not looking for anyone in particular. His job was to follow a route through Blacktomb Yard and gather up stragglers lost in the winding maze of gravestones and dead trees, and then bring them back to either Nightmare’s Guild or civilization in general. Springtrap’s kind, helpful disposition made him perfect for the job, though admittedly he is a bit frightening to look at for the younger passersby lost in the woods.

  As he passes through a thicket of dead bushes, his intact ear twitches as he hears the distant sound of a child’s weeping. Jerking up from his monotonous march, he wastes no time in bounding towards the sound, and coming upon what appeared to be a lost plush Spring Bonnie.

  Springtrap would find them adorable, if he wasn’t so worried for their safety. Quickly he approaches the poor child, arms out in a calming gesture.