(Y/P/F) - Your Pride Flag (including Ally)

"What was that, Y/N?"

You coughed, a blush burning into your ears. You had been working here at the Pizza Plex for months and yet you still got edgy when you talk to any of the other employees, let alone the manager.

"Um..." You pressed your hands together in an attempt to hide how shaky they were. "I was wondering if there was any way... um... to give me a different job in the Pizzaplex?"

Olive sucked her teeth, twirling her sparkly gold pen in her fingers.

"Another job..." She chuckled, her glasses catching the light, "Y/N, you are a funny one. Why would you want a new job? You have one here already and that's a whole lot more than most can say."

"I know, that's true." the aggressive tapping of your shoe on the ground echoed around you, "But you see, I've been stuck as the janitor for a very long time, and-" You swallowed down on the lump in your throat, "I wanted something... different, you know. Something to challenge me."

Cocking an eyebrow, Olive leaned forward in her chair. "Doesn't cleaning toilets challenge you enough?"

Ouch. Not fair.
Time to shake off those nerves and play dirty.

"Last time I checked, your understaffed, overworked, out of cash and you've got Fazbear Entertainment crawling up your ass-" Olive blinked "-So maybe it would be a wise choice to consider keeping me. Because here's the catch; if I don't get this promotion, my hours left working here are..." You mock-calculated it on your fingers, "zero."

The effect was perfect. Olive didn't know that talking trash was your way to battle anxiety, and as surprising as it was you now felt a lot more in control. Your body knew how stressed you got when someone fired at you and their coping mechanism was firing right back.

The Manager tapped her long matte black nails on the desk, her tongue in her cheek. God, it was too quiet. Did you take it too far? Were you about to be fired? You wiped your hands on your shirt, your palms sticky with sweat; The lone fan on Olive's desk did nothing to stifle the heat of a no-window office in the heat of summer.

Olive's eyes slid from yours to her computer. She smiled softly. She even chuckled.
"You're a feisty one, L/N," She crooned, her nails clacking on the computer keys busily, "I guess I could try find you a spot somewhere else," Olive vigorously chewed her gum, "but there's no guarantee. She went quiet again, frowning at the screen.

"Aha!" She cracked her knuckles, "Seems like there might be a few spots available for someone with your..." She looked you up and down, "...expertise."

"There are?" You sat up higher in your chair, ignoring that jab.

"Mhm." Olive continued on clacking, occasionally pushing up her glasses, "First option; animatronic mechanic."

You twisted the ring on your finger, "Next?"

"Second; Waiter/ress."

"Hard pass."

"Third," Olive smiled that all-knowing smile that always made you so nervous, "Bonnie Bowl assistant."

You were silent.

Olive shrugged. "That's too bad, Y/N. It's the only spot left. Of course, you could always go back to being a janitor; much better suited for you, I think. A lot more your style."

You glared down at your shorts, your previous confidence dead at the pit of your stomach. This was all Olive's fault! She had used her voo-doo banshee magic on you and had tricked you! There had to be something else, another way. You were twenty one years old - when someone asked you where you worked how could you bring yourself to say that you scrubbed dicks off of bathroom walls?

"I'll take it!" You grabbed Olive's petite little hand and shook it firmly, almost juddering her glasses off the bridge of her nose.

"Al-alright then." said Olive, quite bewildered, "You can start first thing tomorrow."

"Perfect." You grabbed your jacket off the wall and practically ran back to your car, the neon lights of the Pizza Plex fading out of view as you got to your car.
You opened up the door, slipped in and rested your forehead on the steering wheel. You weren't feeling exactly giddy with excitement, but...

You felt good.

"When I said 'first thing tomorrow' I didn't really mean 'first thing tomorrow." You bounced a little in your chair as Olive handed you a cup of watery hot chocolate. Quickly adjusting the small little Y/P/F pin on your chest, you took a tentative sip.
Getting out of bed this morning had never been easier for you. No more did you have to work long sluggish hours of cleaning hallway after hallway - now you actually had something to look forward to in your day... well, minus the noise and the kids and the overwhelming crowds of people. Minus only those things.

"Well, I just wanted to come a little earlier so I could have a look around the bowling ally! It was never part of my janitor cycle and I haven't had a chance to look!" Olive muttered a soft 'a little earlier?!' under her breath before tucking some of her violet-streaked hair behind her ear.

"Okay. Fine. But honestly, L/N - I'm your manager. Not your personal guide." She handed you a baggy purple vest that read 'Bonnie Bowling' on the back and motioned for you to put it on, then ventured into the Pizza Plex with you trailing behind her.

The vastness of the Pizza Plex was probably the most memorable part. Along with the bright colors and animatronic mascots, you knew Olive prided just how big the building really was. You didn't like it so much, however - in all your years working endless hours in the cold, unfriendly night, all you could remember was just how empty the place made you feel. One sight you could never forget was how it looked with no lights at all - just like a big black hole threatening to suck you up and never let you out.

Which was kind of how you felt sometimes. Maybe that's why that image stuck with you so much.

"....and so there's actually not too much to worry about over there, since it's not the busiest part of the place." In your thoughts you had completely blocked out Olive's continuous drawls.

"That's great." You said faintly.

"So finally," Olive twirled her hands dramatically, "Here we are."

You blinked up from your shoes and stared. The bowling ally was amazing, so much sleeker and brighter and nicer than any bowling ally you'd ever seen. The room blazed with the same neon lighting as the rest of the place, stars covered the walls and ceiling and fairy lights clung to the corners of the roof.

You stuffed your hands in your pockets, unsure of how to react. Scream? Laugh? You instead just smiled.

"It's... brilliant." You spun in a circle, your shoes squeaking unpleasantly against the floor, "It's... yeah. Brilliant."

Olive rolled her eyes, setting her weight on one leg.
"great, wonderful, all the jazz. I'm sure you'll have a great time here today then." She threw you a large jumble of keys. "There's only one more thing I need to say - be nice to Bonnie."

You sighed inwardly - you knew this animatronic would be brought up eventually. You'd never met any of the animatronics, as you'd only worked at night when they were in their respective rooms, but... you'd never really cared about them. They were hunks of metal with no feelings made only to entertain children. And you did not wish to be treated like a child.

"Why?"

Olive readjusted her hair pins, "well... he's a little shy to people. Not as used to is as the other animatronics. If he doesn't talk, just give him time. I'm sure he'll open up eventually."

That was fine. An animatronic that was... shy? Couldn't be that bad. You'd been dealing with people like that all your life and you were pretty sure you could handle it. Pretty sure.

"Welp, I'll see you around, L/N." Olive rubbed her hand across her shoulder and then strolled out of the bowling alley, whistling a little tune as she went.

First day. New job. Same Pizzaplex.

Couldn't be that bad.

A/N I know this beginning is a little similar to my other story but I just liked this so much I kept it! Hope you enjoy!

Btw the cover of this book is my own art so please do not steal it - cause I have an army that won't hesitate to break your kneecaps ;)