"Shit!" I screamed out and slammed my fists onto the arcade machine. These games are meant for children! How come they are so difficult to beat?
"Come on, one more try..." I muttered and shoved my hand deep in my pocket, searching around for a quarter.
I brought at least a hundred quarters; I can't be out already! I've only been here for what? Twenty minutes? I frantically looked around for anything that could tell me the time until my eyes stumbled upon a clock ...If that clock is right, I've been here for five hours.
"Um, excuse me, you've been on that game for a long time. Can I have a turn?" The little boy behind me asked.
I snapped my body around to face this child. He looked about five to six years old; why isn't a parent with him? Whatever, as long as he gets far away from me.
"Here, take my fishing rod and go see what you can find in the ball pit, and then we can trade." I said with my fake happy voice and pushed him away.
God, I hate children.
I turned back to the machine, and then I heard a loud smack against the table behind me. I stood in shock with my eyes stuck, looking down at the floor underneath my feet.
"You really like that weird eighties carpet, huh?" He slowly said, which forced me to look back at him.
My whole body flushed a shade of pink, and I muttered, "Heya... Mr. Emily. How you've been...?" I avert my eyes from looking into his. "Uh, I didn't know you were working today..." I continued to mumble my words in front of him.
"Just doing an animatronic maintenance routine training. I thought you still worked the night shift?" He questioned.
"I do; I just, I am super excited for... my job." I rolled my eyes midsentence.
He laughed at me before he asked, "Are you still trying to win the prizes or get the high score?" He flashed a look back at the prize corner.
I stood tall and placed both of my hands onto his shoulders while I stared into his soul. "I will stop at nothing to get all of those plushies. I have shoved children out of my way before, and I am not afraid to do it again, Mr. Emily." I finally let him go after my rant.
"I wasn't aware that those animatronics meant that much to you. I understand the appeal to them; however, you are aware of how many prized tokens they cost, correct?" He looked at me with a genuine expression of concern.
"I've done the math, most likely not well, but I've still done it! Currently I have about four hundred twenty prize tokens, and because of that I know that I need roughly six hund-"
"Do you know that since you are an employee, you can just go back there and take them, right? Nobody can stop you since you're a night guard. Who is going to stop you? The animatronics?" Mr. Emily laughed while he told me this.
My left eye started to twitch a bit as I continued to hear him cackle. "Henry. The amount of blood, sweat, and tears I have put into collecting ten thousand prize coins. You're telling me the whole time I could've just gone behind the counter and taken it for myself?" I tried to calm myself down and took a deep breath in. "I've played this arcade game for hours on end for nothing."
Mr. Emily hopped down from the table and turned to face me. "All right then. I am going to perform the animatronic maintenance, and Fredbear's has a new technology that they want employees to use: it is a bunny mask. Trust me, you will know it when you see it."
I chuckled a bit. "Oh? Is it really that important?" I questioned him. "I do not get paid enough to care, but if it's cute, I'll try it on."
"If I were you, I would proceed with caution." Once he said those words, he walked off towards the maintenance room.
I watched him walk off before I collected all of my prize tokens from the arcade machine. As I counted all of my tokens together, I couldn't help but think about what Mr. Emily said. As far as I'm aware, he's been a part of the Fazbear company for quite a while. It seems strange to me why he would say a thing like that.
"Um, excuse me? If you're done with the game. Here's what I found in the ball pit." The little boy from earlier spoke as he handed me a white and brown bunny mask. "I'm not sure what that is, but I fished it up."
I looked down at the boy. "Oh yeah, that's fine. My shift is going to start at twelve; I should get home anyway." The boy pushed the mask into my hands and bolted off.
I held the mask with both of my hands as it looked up at me with its piercing red eyes. The mask was white with a brown spot over the left eye, but the most captivating feature to me was the big, bright red eyes. Those eyes seem to be the focal point of the mask, with them being highlighted by the painted-on lashes.
Is this what Mr. Emily was warning me about? I'm not quite sure what Mr. Emily was worried about. This mask looks gorgeous.
There's something about it that's compelling me to put it on...
