I heard the front door open a few minutes later. I then left the office went to the main area, where I found the manager walking in the building.

"Good morning, Mr. Fitzgerald," he told me. "How was your first night?"

"Oh, not too bad," I said sarcastically. "Nobody broke in, it was generally quiet, and, oh yeah, THE ROBOTS WALKED OFF THE STAGE AND GOT INTO THE OFFICE!"

He stared at me with total shock.

"Didn't the assistant manager tell you that there was a possibility of that?" He asked.

"Yes, he did!" I replied. "But I would've preferred to first hear it from you!"

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald. I apologize for not saying something that would've stopped you from taking the job!"

I froze. I then sighed. He had a good point.

"Yes, they move," he continued as he glanced at the animatronics. "But we're 90% sure that if they got into your office, they'd cause no harm."

"90% isn't 100%."

"...that's why we gave you the empty head. Didn't the assistant-"

"Yes, he told me!" I blurted out. He then sighed.

"Look, Mr. Fitzgerald, just do your job. If it's done right, there should be no problems for you or anyone. Clear?"

It was my turn to sigh.

"Clear," I replied.

"Good. I'll see you tonight, then."

"Fine."

I then walked out of the restaurant and groaned as I got into my mom's car. I began asking myself if I was really at risk here. Sure, they moved and there was a chance of death, but it was only 3 of them...right?