Trisha walked into the theater, looking around the place. She had sighed up as a security guard for said theater, and thought it'd be good to get used to her new surroundings. She would have more freedom at this job, and would be able to do the job easily. All Trisha had to do was watch the cameras, and make sure the animatronics stayed in their places. She didn't see any of the animatronics, so Trisha assumed that they were in their places. After looking around the auditorium of the theater for a minute, Trisha made her way to the security office, using the map her boss had drawn for her.

Once she reached the office, Trisha wore a confused expression. The office was smaller than Trisha thought it would be. It was about the size of a medium sized bathroom, but cramped up by the desk. There were two doors that led to the inside of the office, each on different sides of the room. There was also buttons to light up the entrance of the doors, and two buttons to close the doors. There was also a few posters in the office, advertising the theater.

Trisha then sat down in the desk chair in front of the desk, picking up a paper that was in the desk. It was instructions from her boss, detailing about the power the theater had. There was only a limited amount of power in the theater at night, which could be used up by the doors and lights. Keeping the doors closed and the lights on would use the power the theater had. If the power ran out, the whole theater would go dark, the lights wouldn't work, and the doors wouldn't work either. The power would have to be restarted manually, which could be done in the supply closet at the other side of the theater.

Once Trisha read all of the instructions, she threw the paper in the small trash can under the desk, and then noticed a note on the tablet she was supposed to use. The note said that she would receive a prerecorded phone call shortly after her shift started, at about 12:02 a.m. Trisha then threw the note into the trash can, and powered up the tablet. Once powered up, Trisha checked the time on it. It was 11:58 p.m, two minutes until her shift started. Trisha then put the tablet down, and put her hand in her jeans pocket.

She had been given a shirt, badge, and cap that all security guards wore at the theater, the shirt and cap fitting Trisha well.  Her jeans didn't really go with the other clothes she was wearing, but she didn't really care. Trisha didn't really care how she looked, as long as she was clothed and alive. All she cared about at the moment was keeping the job she now had, and keeping the thing she brought with her to work close. After her boss told her that most of the security guards that worked the night shift, including the previous one, Mike Schmidt, disappeared on the job. So, Trisha was determined to not be one of those people that disappeared.

There was then a loud chime, making Trisha jump a little. The chime signaled that Trisha's shift had started, and that her first night on the job was beginning. Trisha swore that she heard voices someplace in earshot of the office, but just brushed it off. "Probably just my mind playing tricks on me, or I'm going crazy." Trisha mumbled to herself. The phone on the desk then started to ring, knocking Trisha out of her thoughts. Trisha then pressed the answer button, and the prerecorded message began to play.

As the message played, giving Trisha a run through on what to do while working, and giving a bit of history on the theater and its company. Twenty minutes into the call, Trisha groaned frustratingly, irritated on how long the recording was. "How much can this guy talk?!" Trisha groaned loudly, facepalming while it. She swore she heard someone chuckle close by, but just figured it was her imagination. Trisha then decided to check the cameras on the tablet, as the guy in the recording had instructed. Trisha grabbed the tablet from the other side of the desk, pressing a button on it to pull up the screen.

The tablet displayed the stage of the theater, which looked like it was when Trisha got there. Trisha flipped through the cameras on the tablet, not seeing anything of interest. She then came to a camera that was completely black, with white text at the top of the screen. It read: "Camera out of order. Audio only." Trisha didn't hear anything coming from the kitchen, so she flipped to the next last camera. The last camera viewed some purple, star-patterned curtains.

Trisha was about to put down the tablet, when she saw the curtains open slightly. She saw someone peek out from behind the curtains, a golden eye staring at her through the camera. When the curtains closed again, Trisha set the tablet back on the desk, and looked at the right office door. She then reached over, and pressed the light button to lighten up the entrance. Once seeing that nothing was there, Trisha checked the other door. There was nothing there, but Trisha suddenly heard running from the other side of the right door.

Trisha looked at the tablet for a second, noticing that the curtains were wide open! She didn't know why, but Trisha closed the right door quickly, the footsteps approaching the office quickly. Trisha then heard someone bang on the door with something metallic, causing her to reach for the item in her pocket. "Come on out, new guy!" a rustic, somewhat deep voice said from behind the door, directing his sentence towards Trisha. It sounded like he was speaking in a pirate accent/dialect, as Trisha recognized from all the pirate movies she watched. "I'm not a guy, you nitwit, and go back to where you came from!" Trisha yelled back at the man, ready to pull out the item in her pocket at any minute.

She heard a quiet gasp from behind the door, definitely from the man that had just banged on the door. Trisha quickly made sure that nobody was at the left door, however, there was. Trisha knew that because a knife landed a few centimeters away, not going through her skull because she had moved at the last second. "Heh, you got lucky that time." a man said from the left door, smirking widely. He was tall, had blue hair with white ends, light brown skin, green eyes freckles dotting his face, faint purple eye shadow, wore a blue dress shirt, a red bowtie, a white tailcoat with a light blue back, white gloves,  dark blue dress pants with faint blue stripes going downwards, and black dress shoes. "I won't miss this time." he chuckled, making another knife appear out of nowhere.

Before he could even throw the knife at her, Trisha pulled out her 22 Caliber pistol from her jeans pocket, pointing it at the man, and shooting at him. He nearly escaped the nearing bullet, it ramming into the wall where his head would've been. He glared at Trisha, anger in his eyes. "I'm not one of these stupid guards that don't even bring a weapon with them to work." Trisha growled, glaring back at the man. "And I'm certaintly not going to die to someone who can't even hit me." The man was about to throw another knife at Trisha, when someone pulled him back down the hallway.

Trisha quickly checked the camera viewing the hallway, seeing the man being dragged away by a woman wielding a baseball bat. After they were both out of sight, Trisha put her pistol back in her pocket, and turned towards the right door. She slightly flinched when she saw another man staring at her through the window beside the closed right door, looking at her with awe. He was pretty torn up and rough looking, scars all over his body, and his shirt ripped open. He had messy auburn hair, a golden eye, his other eye being missing and having a small scar over it. He was pretty tan, tall, had a metal hook instead of left hand, a metal prosthetic right hand, wore a torn white shirt, and brown pants. Trisha couldnt see the lower half of him, but was pretty sure the rest of him was rough looking.

After staring at each other for a minute, the man finally spoke. "I've never seen a lass, nor man, stand up to that blue-haired, cocky bastard before." he said, getting out of the daze he was in. He then smiled at her with sharp teeth, and stopped leaning on the window. "I'll talk to ye later, lass." the man said, walking back to where he had been before. Trisha then picked up the tablet from the table, and flipped to the camera viewing the purple curtains. She caught a glimpse of a darkened bedroom as the man went behind the curtains, and closed them behind him.

After he was out of sight, and Trisha made sure that no one was at either of the doors, opening them so the power wouldn't run out, Trisha ran a hand through her long, black hair in frustration. Her dark blue eyes filled with confusion and frustration. This job wasn't easy at all, hardly even simple. She figured that the three people she had seen so far that night were actually some of the animatronics that were at the theater, and that they were planning on killing her. "That's probably what happened to that Mike Schmidt guy." Trisha thought to herself. She now knew it was a good idea to take her gun with her to work, as she would need it to defend herself.

Trisha made a mental note to research about the theater and its animatronics, so she would be more prepared for her next shift. She then checked the tablet to see what time it was, seeing that it was only 3 a.m. Trisha groaned in frustration not wanting to spend another three hours at that God forsaken place. What she couldn't get out of her head was what that other man had said to her. "That knife-throwing prick must be pretty hard to stand up to I guess." Trisha said, already hating that smirk that man had worn. Her mind then wondered to the man she had seen through the office window.

"I guess he's more laid back than the other one, and isn't really set in killing me, maybe." Trisha thought to herself, starting to check the cameras again. But why did he want to talk to her? "Guess it gets lonely out here, and boring with that asshole around." Trisha chuckled out loud, thinking about how it must be to live with that guy every day. If she had to do that every day, a treated her the same way he did a few minutes ago regularly, she would have probably shot his balls off. Trisha guessed there was a reason why the other guy didn't hear the prick up, probably because he could make knives appear from no where. However, even with those conditions and scenarios, Trisha still didnt trust the rough looking man.

"How do I know that he's not trying to kill me too, just in a more clever way?" Trisha thought to herself, nearly thinking out loud. She really only trusted her friends, who had been with her for as long as she could remember. While checking the cameras, Trisha started to look at the posters that decorated the walls of the office. One of them had the auburn haired man in it, another having the man and woman she saw earlier in it. Trisha saw other animatronics on the posters as well, getting more frustrated with each poster. She counted up a total of TEN animatronics, which only made her head hurt more. There wasn't just one animatronic hunting her down.

There was many.

Trisha ran another hand through her hair, groaning in frustration and irritation. It was going to be a long night.

The theater isn't exactly how the theater is in Birdapocalypse's FNAF AU, but it's the closest thing I could find to it. Hope it pleases you all. Also, this chapter took a total of 2,176 words, including this. Good Lord! XD I also won't be updating until I get more minutes on my phone, so please be patient with me. I hope you've enjoy the story so far, and are looking forward to more chapters. Until the next update, bye! ^^

(Also, the temporary cover of this book is a little hint to what happened to the previous security guard before Trisha, Mike Schmidt, if you hadn't figured out what happened to him yet. Poor, poor Mikey boy. XD)