FNAF Movie RP!!

Pac-Brim: hiya there

Frenzy: You called, sir. (she's an aroace female robot btw)

"Oh, hello!" He waves her in.

Frenzy: Hi! By the way, I can only work the night shift.

He hums. "That'll work out just fine."

Frenzy: Well, that's perfect! I will have to be absent from my job one day per week to recharge, but aside from that, I'll be there as much as possible!

He chuckles. "Yeah, we all need time to 'recharge' now and then. You'll be fine, 2 off days like most jobs."

Frenzy: One day off, take it or leave it. And I'd prefer Wednesday, but any day is fine.

(Debut!)U.C.O(undidentified crystsllized object)i do not need a job,i do not require edible substances or warmth or coldness.the crystals keep me safe.

Millie: you called me to the office? do-do you have a job for me?

"The pay sucks, and the hours are worse."

Millie: well I guess a job is a job, when can I start working Sir?

He smiled genially. "Good afternoon, Ms..." He looks at a stack of papers on his desk. "Millie." His voice had a playful lilt in it, as he gestured you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.
"And I think I might."

Millie: *hugs him* oh my gosh thank you so much! My little brother and I will finally be able to pay some bills!

Raglan tenses, before his mood shifts, and he pats her on the back comfortingly.
"Don't get too elated, the job is... well, the job sucks, and the hours are worse."

Millie: I'm so sorry that I hugged you, I'm just so happy! I don't care how bad the job is, I just need some money badly.

He nods understandingly. You get the vibe that he's good with kids. "I've seen all sorts of people walk in here with all sorts of odd ways. Don't sweat it!"

Millie: *smiles at him kindly* Thank you so much sir, it really means a lot to me. Working so hard to help me find a job. I guess your really good with children huh?

He coughs. "You could say that! I spend most of my life... with them."

Millie: Oh is that your main line of work? Like a babysitter or Mascot?

He nods. "Something like that."

Millie: What a lovely passion! So could you tell me the details of this job, hours,pay, etc.?

Middo:o-o-ok

He smiled genially. "Good afternoon, Mx..." He looks at a stack of papers on his desk. "Middo." His voice had a playful lilt in it, as he gestured you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

Middo:.?

“I did NOT deserve this!”

He smiled genially. "Let's look at your history then, shall we?" His voice had a playful lilt in it, as he gestured you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

(Ignore the cat. I need a version of this image without it fr)

Loaz: "Hello, sir. You called."

*They greet politely.*

He grins at them. "I like your attitude." He places the papers down, focusing on them.
"You have one job! Keeping people out- oh, and keeping the place tidy."

"That's two jobs."

*They point out*

He does not pay attention to the remark.
"It's a shitty little pizza place, closed down years ago. The owner hasn't gotten rid of it..."
"Sentemental value." He adds, wistfully.

(Honestly, who hasn't tumblr-fied this man?)

"Noted."

(... That's fair, and makes me feel better about my Ao3 bookmarks.)
"So, no *people* to mess around with you there. How's that sound?"

"Sounds good to me."

He stands up, leaning over the table, extending his hand to shake.

*They stand and shake his hand*

"Thank you."

He grins at them again. His grim his firm, and they feel the weight of their new job on their shoulders.
(Would you like to to time skip to Freddy's, or do you have another idea to where we should take this?)

*grip is firm

(we can time skip. I got no real plan lol)

(realizing im tumblr-ifying the crap out of William afton because i read too much fanfic)

(Great, awesome, neither do I!!!)

They stood outside of the diner. The years have obviously not been kind to the building, paint stained by years of mildew and spatterings of spray painted profanities. They held the keys in their hands, as the door handles were chained up, and locked tight.

(Two brain cells be on full blast rn in my head)

*Loaz approached the door and unlocked it. They caught the chain before it could fall and set it gently down by the door. They stepped inside, taking one last glance outside before shutting the door behind them*

The place was dark, and it smelled like mildew inside too...
Loaz could see tables, and a stage behind that in the faint light of arcade games that dinged loudly

"Clearly people didn't need to get inside to leave this place looking like a wreck."

*Their nose wrinkled against the smell and they wandered further inside. The place felt oddly nostalgic just as much as it was unfamiliar. It was slightly creepy. They didn't linger on it long, though. Best to just find the security room and get this over with*

There was a door marked
'Employees only', and that seemed to be their best bet at an office.

*They tugged open the door and stepped inside*

This room smelled better, even... good? There had to be an air-freshener plug-in somewhere, it's weird that that hadn't burned out already.
Lo and behold, a set of computers sat on a desk against the wall of the dark room. The computers flashed low resolution images of Fredbear's interior and exterior.

*They sat back in the chair at the desk. If staring at a bunch of screens all night was all they had to do, they could handle that. At least the bluelight would keep them awake.*

A black telephone on the desk started to ring obnoxiously, shaking stray papers and pens on the desk.

(That's fine by me)

*Loaz jumps a bit and grabs for the phone, holding it up to their ear*

"Hello? Who's this?"

(im gonna deviate from the canon a little to wiggle in more William, if that's okay!)

That tell-tale voice chimed through the receiver. "Hello! Just wanted to check in on you, make you're alright. And on time!!" He giggles. Weird.

“Mr. Raglan? I’m here, yeah. Everything looks fine.”

*They briefly glanced back at the screens.*

"Alrighty, I have a little training tape set up, it should be on an old cassette. Do you see it?"
There was a TV with shelves under it. On a shelf sat a cassette tape, 'Loaz :)' was scrawled on the side.

*They grabbed the tape and looked it over for a moment.*

“Yup. I got it.”

"Fabulous!" Loaz could hear his fingers thrum on what sounded like his desk.
"That should cover everything, lest you have further questions..?"

“I should be alright. Thanks.”

"Great!" And like that, the call was over.

*They blinked and set the phone back in its cradle. They looked back to the tape in their hand. A training video. That sounded useful. They stopped down and slid the tape into the player.*

(I don't remember much about the training video in the movie, other than it was useless. so. yeah.)
It droned on in its old, glitched tone, every once in a while cutting to "IT'S ME" and other eerie things, before shutting off.

*Loaz stared at the blank screen a few seconds after it shut off, about as confused as they were before. They turned back to the screens. Even without the video, they knew what they were doing. One job. Keep people out, and keep the place clean. They decided to ignore the small flaw in that math. They leaned their head on their hand and watched.*

The sun was bright, a welcome contrast to the dark and damp of the pizzeria. They could feel the morning dew in the air.

"Finally, normal smells."

*They squinted against the brightness, returning to their car. They were passing out the second they got home. Or chugging water. Either or.*

The roads were empty, they had just missed the morning traffic rush.

(I don't really have plans for their actual home, so if you want, we can timeskip, or we could just make smthn up)

(mmkayyy)
Their... personal phone starts to ring.

*Loaz skittered over to answer*

"Hello hello?"

"H-hi!" What the hell was up with this guy, it was your career counselor again.

“Hello again, Mr. Raglan. Something up?”

*Their brows scrunched*

"Just checking in on you after your first day... we've ha-ahd trouble with our- The security guards at Freddy's, so... just checking in!"

(Yo, we ever continuing with this?)

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Nothing eventful to report, everything should be locked up, so yeah. It went well for night one.”

(If they die, how will that look on his record?)

(He can't lose his LGBTQ+ diversity hire :( /JJJJJ)

Nothing seemed to be happening. Who the hell would want to come in here anyway?

*Loaz yawned. Nothing was wrong. They may as well take a little peek around. They stood and pushed their way out of the room. They were quickly reminded of the smell. They’d get used to it, they supposed. Snooping engaged.*

“Let’s see…”

(Loaz is actually just three goblins in a human skin suit and fluffy jacket)

(love to see it.)
They were out in the mildewed hallway again, and their shadow was large under the LED glow of the arcade.

“Wonder if these are still playable. Something for later me to find out, I guess.”

*They looked over at the stage.*

“And that’s where the guys are, I’d assume.”

*They carefully stepped toward it, peeking around the curtain.*

They saw the gang of three of the famous robots on the stage, stained and lifeless, dully staring into the darkness the curtain cloaked them in.

They jumped a bit, despite fully expecting them to be there. Not like they would’ve moved. They decided to blame sleep deprivation and shut the curtains.*

“Welp, that was eventful and I fully enjoyed it. Back to the pleasant corner.”

*They swiveled on their heel and turned back to the security room. Maybe a little sleep wouldn’t be so bad. They deserved at least an hour or two.*

((PLEASE LOAZ I LOVE THAT LMAO))

Nothing had really changed, just the quiet hanging in the air uncomfortably. The acoustics in here probably killed though.

(*nudge* you there?)

(I lost your comment! Thanks for helping me find it!)

(Oh they killed alright)

*They returned to their office, practically collapsing into their chair. They skimmed the screens again for good measure. All looked fine. With a satisfied sigh, they lay their head down, using their arms as a pillow. May their posture rest in peace.*

The night was uneventful. But of course. It was the first night.

*Time passed, all was good. They sat up and rubbed their eyes, the glare of the screens almost blinding after having their eyes shut. Nonetheless, their shift was over. They trudged outside and picked the chain and lock up off the ground. They wrapped them around the door handles and locked them. That was simple enough, they decided. They'd get used to the hours after a while. They could just become a nocturnal creature.*

"Oh, yes, yes, come right in!" A cheery voice rang to them. Raglan was sitting at his desk, with a stack of files. "Loaz, correct?"

"Yep, that's me."

*They stepped inside, briefly distracted by looking around*

"So... What's up?"

They saw some certificates and diplomas hung up on the walls. He had a master's in robotics, according to those.
"You contacted me about a job, and I'm here to review your options!"
He was an older fellow, charming, as he gestured with his calloused hands, but a little bit off. His voice lilted like a child.

“Right. So what do we got?”

*They tugged a chair over and sat, mindlessly fiddling with the zipper on their jacket.*

He sighs, picking up a stack of files with one hand, the other arm resting on his desk, as he peers at them over his glasses, eyes flicking from searing eye contact, and the papers he held.
"You have... a *track record* of failed... 'careers' currently."

“Yeah…”

*They took in a sharp breath, leaning back a bit. They avoided eye contact*

Humming under his breath, Raglan sees a paper in the stack that arouses his interest extremely notably. He catches himself, and stifles whatever that was, deep, deep down.
"How desperate are you?" He asks, artfully casual.

“I’ll take just about whatever at this point.”

*Loaz shrugged*

“How bad is it?”

He chuckles lightly. "The pay is bad, and the hours are worse."

"At this point, money is money."

*They snickered*

"And who needs a sleep schedule anyways, really?"