Romantic Plot

Requested by:
cartoonstxrys

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Being the manager of a pizzeria--Freddy Fazbear's Pizza--one would think you'd be stressed out and completely done with your job, but that wasn't the case. You loved your job, and you loved the children. You wanted to follow in your father's footsteps after all, so the success of your business made you beyond happy.

You were currently finishing your tasks, ordering supplies being the last of them. When you were done, you turned off the terminal and left the office. You turned on the Rockstar animatronics--Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy--as well as Funtime Chica, as you passed by them. You flipped on the 'Come in We're OPEN' sign that was on the front door.

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As you looked around the pizzeria, you could see it nearly packed with people. It was 1:00 PM; almost half of the day was already over.

"Excuse me," a voice made you turn around. "Do you work here?"

"Yep, I do! Do you need something?" you wondered, smiling.

"Um, my kid kind of threw up," they admitted bashfully.

"Oh no. Are they okay?" you worried, your smile fading.

"Yeah. He's just been feeling ill lately."

"Aw. Well, I hope he feels better soon. I'll have to get some supplies to clean it up."

"Sorry about that."

"No, no. It's fine. I'll be back in just a minute."

You smiled and nodded before you turned around and made your way to the supply closet. You didn't mind having to clean it up. You were just worried about the kid.

You stepped into the supply closet, grabbing the mop and bucket. You were about to leave, when a figure in the dark corner of the room startled you somewhat. You squinted your eyes, to see that it was an animatronic.

"What are you doing in here, buddy?" you murmured.

You set the mop and bucket aside for a moment as you studied it. It was a black bear animatronic that was missing an eye. As you kneeled down to it, you could see that it had the shape of a male. You placed your hand on his cheek, getting a better look at him. He looked kind of cute. You could feel his face heat up for some reason.

'He could make a great performer. I'll set him up on stage next to Funtime Chica tonight.'

You then remembered that you were supposed to be cleaning up a pile of puke. You quickly grabbed the supplies and left.

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You grunted as you dragged the black animatronic out of the supply closet. He was a bit heavy, but you managed to get him on stage. You let out a sigh as you smiled, but then realized how dirty he was.

'How didn't I notice that earlier?'

You went back to the supply closet and grabbed a cloth--after searching around for it for a bit. You came back, then got to work making the animatronic squeaky clean.

When you were done--and could nearly see your own reflection--you put the cloth back. Closing the supply closet and seeing your work, you smiled, proud of yourself.

You checked your phone and saw that it was 8:00 PM. You had to get back home so you could get some rest before your night shift. You turned on your heels, putting your phone back in your pocket.

As you got to the doors, about to turn off the lights, you felt like someone was watching you. It was past closing time, so nobody should have been there. You glanced around, but didn't see anyone. You shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing. You hummed a happy tune as you made your way to your car.