11/14/93

Today could have started out as a normal day. Hell, It even did start out normally.

Got up, ate breakfast, and got dressed. I did have to look spiffy however, as I was applying for a new job at some closed down pizzeria.

I would have questioned why they would need some one on staff, but I just said screw it. I needed the money and honestly, I've heard some weird shit about this place.

Some dirt on them, if you will. And I want to know more about the place.

Pay may be shit but whatever. I would take anything then.

The minute I approached that building, I knew something was up.

The building was clearly worn down, chipped paint, flickering lights and boarded windows.

At this point, I said to myself: "Y'know, I could just leave now."

But I couldn't, curiosity was getting to me and this place was just too odd to pass up.

I got out of the car, and entered the building.

The minute I entered the building, I saw my employer.

He sat at what looked like the dining area in front of the stage.

I walked toward him, but before I got there, I caught a glimpse at…

Well, I don't really know what it was.

But that didn't matter in the end, because as soon as I saw it, it vanished.

Just as I was trying to recollect what just happened, the man approached me.

"OH! You must be the new guy. What took you?" He said to me.

"Sorry, I just got held up by traffic and the less than desirable exterior design." I responded.

"Yeah… We are running into financial hardships at the moment. Due to the…" The man began.

"Right right. I've heard the stories, don't need them repeated." I interrupted him, shuddering at the detail given in those articles.

"Okay then. Scott by the way." He said.

"Declan. So where do we begin the interview?" I responded.

"Oh, just over here." Scott said as he led me toward a door labeled "Parts and Service".

"You don't have an official interviewing room?" I asked.

Scott looked over to me. "Well, we would, but no one has wanted to schedule any parties since… You know…"

"Right…" I wanted to stop him their cause I wanted to keep the friendly atmosphere up.

Then I caught a look at the Parts room.

It looked a bit worn down but not nearly as much as the outside.

I suppose that I could say the same for the rest of the building. Not nearly as bad as the outside would make it look.

We began the interview on the cleared table and it was all going well.

That is until I smelt smoke.

"The hell…" I said under my breath "Scott, do you smell that?"

He sniffs the air "Must be Chica." I just stared at him weirdly "Who is Chica?"

He looks at me in disbelief. "I thought you said you did your research, man." He said "You could at least learn the names of the characters here" "Sorry" I responded, "I was just more precauti- waiiiit…" He looks at me "What?"

"Why is an animatronic…on FIRE?" I said to him starting to get up. "Oh, she's not on fire." He responded. "Then why is there smoke?" I asked, slowly sitting back down. "That is just a precaution that we use so then she doesn't fall apart, the smoke means it is working."

I suppose I understood what he meant. But what mending agent causes smoke? I'll look into it later.

So more time passed and in my own opinion I made a damn good impression on old Scotty boy. We kept on speaking until we were shaking hands at the front door.

"It was a pleasure speaking with you today." I said as I started for my car. "Just remember what you need to do tomorrow night." He said to me. "Right right. Head to the "PandS" room, Go down the stairs and deactivate the generator for the guard, and start repairing some busted suits and or endoskeletons." I repeated out loud as I walked away.

"And if you forget what to do…" He started.

"You recorded training tapes for me, I know." I finished for him. I heard this procedure enough times for it to get stuck in my head.

We both waved goodbye and I started to drive away. Later tonight I would update this book over my shift, but I don't think I can bring the journal so I suppose that is all for today.

To tomorrow!

-D