#Trash Compactors Industry

[marsdemo]

killing myself is the myself killer. killing myself is the myself killer [grimacing smile] killing myself is the myself killer

[themark-costelloco]

Waste Management And Recycling

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[bootleg-nessie]

Weighted blanket isn’t enough, put me in an industrial trash compactor

[y0d00p]

this particular concept is harder to convey in canon form, so this mainly applies to gijinkas, but my headcanon is that the healthy weight for a (kirby/meta knight species) is fat. this is in tandem with the species having a voracious appetite. the appetite is much higher in youth and usually tapers off later in life (100s of years). also of note is that it's good for them to get a ton of sleep. like, domestic cat amounts of sleep.

kirby and sk for example are "chubby", they're healthy for their age (equivalent of their teens) and still in the stage of life with a BIG appetite. mk and dmk are basically middle aged and at the tail end of their biggest appetite.

mk would appear "fit" by human standards, but for his kind he is notably underweight. he was raised by adoptive parents unfamiliar with the needs of his kind, who prevented him from basically pigging out like he should have been (they meant well. they didn't know better). not only his physique but his height/overall size was slightly stunted from undernourishment. he is pretty small for his age.

obviously this has given him a particular relationship with food. most of his proper meals are quite healthy and light, but then there's the daily affogato and secret cakes... as a child, "treats" were rare. now as an adult, he can eat as much as he wants, but he still has this deep rooted compulsion to hide his indulgences and limit himself. he does not actually know that his restrained eating habits are unhealthy for him.

he also does not sleep enough. at all. chronic under-sleeper here.

mk would benefit from having someone to show him that he is actually the odd one out, and help him stick to a more substantial diet and sleep schedule. in my case this is dmk. once mk starts to fill out, he develops better stamina and even feels a bit more energetic and strong. he is healthier and happier. he is a bit self conscious of the weight gain, of course, but he has many many friends to reassure him and help him along.

this is mostly about mk lol, but to add. dmk is just a bit overweight. he is actually slightly bigger (borb)/taller (gijinka) than mk, thanks to actually eating very well as a child.

technically galacta is older than mk and dmk, but was sealed and put in stasis in (the equivalent of) his 20s or so. so he came out of the crystal still in the peak of his Massive Appetite. and galacta is a mountain of a man, so he needs to eat even more to sustain himself. not to mention the cosmic nuclear infection he's got going on that's eating him from the inside out probably sets off his diet some. galacta eats like an industrial trash compactor, and he's still just a bit underweight.

morpho is not of their kind, but just mimicking it. since they siphon energy from galacta to maintain their form, they purposefully keep it veeery petite to put as little strain on him as possible. if they were an actual borb, they would be considered severely underweight.

[aria-greenhoodie]

Just spent a lovely workday with a beautiful woman named Industrial Grade Trash Compactor, feeding her giant cardboard boxes

[rmhashauthor]

The thing they don't tell you about anxiety is that it'll sneak up on you.

Oh, you've been having a great month? Here's an imaginary crisis from exactly nowhere that will threaten your livelihood and obliterate your self-esteem. Those coping skills you spent years developing? They stopped working. That growing confidence you've been working on for a decade? Poof, deflated like a sad little football in an industrial trash compactor.

And the damnable thing is, I'll be fine. This will pass and I'll look back on these moments with a renewed sense of resilience and a bit more self-assurance. Until the next stupid thing triggers my "You're In Trouble" tripwire and off we go again! 🙄

Writers of Tumblr, what's bugging you today? For me, it's my brain as usual - the dopamine production line is down and the operators are playing hackey-sack with my amygdala. Stoppit.

[asumiverde]

*stares into the distance* i have a lot for this au but the general gist is it’s a personality swap narugaa au! shukaku emboldens gaara being a shit (shukaku is not the nicest bijuu and likes the mayhem) and naruto gets uh, attacked like gaara in canon did, silently gaining gains to isolate himself from another attempt on his life, also why he scars up his face to hide the kyuubi’s marks. naruto rly stays in his lane after this...even kurama wants him to lighten up lmao baki is the long suffering dad and kakashi the spurned father figure here tagwords under cut:

gaara’s tagwords:

pain in the ass

gaudy dresser

eats like an industrial trash compactor

demented gremlin

mom killer <3

twink

demented gremlin

naruto’s tagwords:

angst/whump machine

silent mf

shadow in the doorway

TANK

intense and autistic

grudging scapegoat

at his fuckin limit

pools anger into strength

[sims-plagiarism]

Garbage Collector Custom Career by sabershadowkat

GARBAGE COLLECTOR CUSTOM CAREER MOD

Tired of being rich and having grand careers? Working in the Waste Management industry is as blue collar as it gets. This is a custom career for use with Twallan's Custom Career Mod. It originally started out with real blue collar wages, but that doesn't fit in with the Sims 3 careers wage tracks, so the levels were adjusted much higher (though still not as high as the white collar professional fields). This is a rabbit hole career located at City Hall.

Garbage Collector Career Offer

Imagine our world without waste management. There would be mountains of trash, flourishing diseases, and countless rats and pests on every street corner and in every neighborhood around the world. Luckily there are devoted, hard working, individuals who make their living collecting our trash. Are you one of them?

Location and Opportunities

This career is located at City Hall. There are no opportunities associated with this career.

Job Description

Roadside Trash Picker $10/hr M,R,F,S,U

The biggest contributor to roadside trash is the very same garbage trucks hauling it to the landfill. Pick up after your new coworkers by working as a Roadside Litter Picker.

Festival Littler Picker $20/hr M,R,F,S,U

Festivals are messy places, with overflowing garbage cans and disgusting, littler-dropping patrons. Guess who gets to pick up after them?

Park Litter Picker $40/hr M,R,F,S,U

People having picnics, throwing frisbees, playing with their dogs. It's nice to have clean parks to do this, and you're the one to clean it up.

Residential Garbage Collector $60/hr M,T,W,R,F

Make hundreds of stops collecting countless trash bins and load them into the back of a garbage truck. Get ready to work those muscles!

Commercial Garbage Collector $80/hr M,T,W,R,F

Hidden behind every store is a large trash container with your name on it. Use the hydraulic lift to dump it in your compactor from the comfort of your cab.

Recycling Collector $100/hr M,T,W,R,F Reduce, reuse, recycle! Collect the recycling bins from the people who care about the planet.

Landfill Manager $120/hr M,T,W,R,F

Those garbage trucks need to know where to dump their loads. As manager, your job is to choreograph the smelly ballet.

Recycling Plant Manager $140/hr M,T,W,R,F

Sorting is a big part of recycling. Manage your workers to deposit everything in the appropriate paper, plastic, glass, and aluminum piles.

Assistant Waste Management Supervisor $175/hr M,T,W,R,F

Coordinate with the managers of the landfills and recycling plants to ensure things are running smoothly. A sloppy workforce leads to a stinky city!

District Waste Management Director $300/hr M,T,W,R

You've made it to the top of the heap. As District Waste Management Director, your job is to sit in all the boring city government meetings and try to get more money in your budget. You've traded the stink of trash for the stink of politics. Congratulations!

Skills and Tones

Uses the Athletic skill. This mod has no custom tones. This mod also uses EA base game career outfits from the Law Enforcement and Business.careers.

Requirements/Patch

Base Game Patch 1.69 NRAAS Career Mod

Credits:

Missy Hissy custom career tutorial Sims Wikia S3PE Twallan

[butcherbacterium]

I like writing and all that but sometimes it does feel like having my spine ripped out through a tiny hole in my neck and crushed in an industrial trash compactor.

[foggyxrayspecs]

Hi yes if I may request a blurb: maybe smth where Cub watches a movie (maybe horror) where after watching it they get super high alert and protective of yelena bc they think it’s real? If this makes no sense then you can ignore it lmao

Thank you for the prompt, awesome person! Here's how this might play out. Warnings: dark-ish, sub-themes of human trafficking, heavy pet play Word Count: ~600

Excerpt: It’s nighttime, and you and Yelena are in your usual spots. She’s reclining back on the couch with her legs stretched into your dog bed. You are lying in the comfy bed with your head on Yelena’s feet. You yawn wide, extend your arms straight out in a big stretch, and then wrap them around her ankles. She wiggles her toes, acknowledging your movement. You turn your head and playfully bite them softly through her socks and then nuzzle them with your cheek. You both settle back to watch a movie.

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Growl. Scowl. Prowl.

It’s nighttime, and you and Yelena are in your usual spots. She’s reclining back on the couch with her legs stretched into your dog bed. You are lying in the comfy bed with your head on Yelena’s feet. You yawn wide, extend your arms straight out in a big stretch, and then wrap them around her ankles. She wiggles her toes, acknowledging your movement. You turn your head and playfully bite them softly through her socks and then nuzzle them with your cheek. You both settle back to watch a movie. 

You find it hard to track the dialogue, so you have trouble keeping your eyes open. You doze for a while until your ear perk as the music from the movie starts building. You open an eye and take in the TV; a blonde woman slowly walks through an industrial park, on her guard. The scene cuts to a shadowed figure moving after her. 

You roll to your knees and knuckles, a low growl in your throat. You duck your head as the music gets louder and shift back in the bed to keep in contact with Yelena.

As you narrow your eyes, the blonde on the screen gets visibly more agitated as the sinister figure gets closer and closer. You glance at Yelena, who watches the movie, no doubt cataloging contingency plans and escape routes. You look back to the blonde on screen and again to your owner. You whine. 

Yelena looks down at you and raises her eyebrows. She glances back to the TV, then grins at you. “You want to bark, mm?” You turn to her and give a quick couple of licks on her hand. 

“Speak!” You round on the television screen and bark as loud as you can while the blonde actor starts running across the field of vision; the shadowed figure now yields a knife! 

“Speak!” You bark as the shadow follows the blonde woman; she circles and ducks behind an industrial trash compactor. 

“Speak!” You bark as the shadow is lured into a trap and is tipped back into a trash compactor. She hits the switch to activate the machine. Oh, no! The shadow grabs the shoulder of the blonde and pulls her with him. 

A few moments pass until you hear a clang of metal on metal. You stare, transfixed, as the blonde emerges from the trash compactor, the knife now in her own hands. Unconsciously, you begin to wiggle your backside in excitement.

Yelena startles you as she grabs you around the waist and pulls you back to hug your body back to her. “Good cub. Good speak.” She rubs your throat and then kisses your head three or four times in rapid succession. 

Yelena scritches your head absently, then leans back on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. You eye her still feeling amped, then grab your blanket with your teeth and put one hand on the couch cushion. Yelena lofts an eyebrow then pats her chest, and you waste no time climbing up and settling yourself across her lap, covering her. “Oof!” Yelena softly exhales. You keep your eyes on the screen while surreptitiously looking around the room for shadows.

For the rest of the night, you were constantly checking the doors and windows and standing guard next to Yelena, insisting on accompanying her everywhere she went. You keep vigilant watch while you nudge your head under her hand pets.

When you try unsuccessfully to follow her into the bathroom, she understands what’s happening. She looks at you, shutting the door with you on the outside. “Yep, we’re going to take a break from scary movies.”

[triangleguy]

industrial music fans when they hear a trash compactor with some guy moaning in the background:

[popculturebuffet]

Indy Prelude: Carl Barks; The Seven Cities of Cibola! (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy adventuerers!

Since I last covered duck comics. While Disney Ducks built this fine institution the fact is other disney properties, other cartoons and comics in general, and general nonsense have simply take up more of my time. But it's always good to return home and just in time as this is also a prelude to something duck adjacent. a franchise that may not exist without good ole scrooge mcduck.

Yup just in time for Dial of Destiny we're taking a look at the indiana jones film quintology! From one of the most loved films of all time with too many quotable lines to count and more nazi's turned to goo than you can shake a staff of ra at, to it's divsive followup featuring the most iconic heart ripping in human history, a future oscar winner, and the directors wife, to the film almost as iconic as the original with sir sean connery, holy grails and more nazis, and all the way into that fourth film what people don't like to talk about with nuclear explosions, greasers, communists and actual cannibal Shia Lebouf, cumulating in a film I.. don't have a ton of antedotes about because it hasn't come out yet? Indy punches a protester and deals with the horrifying consequences of age and america working with the nazis? I dunno, i'm just excited, kev's excited and hopefully you are.

I'm dead serious about Scrooge being part of the reason Indy exists though. While sadly not coming up in the fablemans, though likely because it might've been a bit too much of a LOOK LOOK SEE THE THING THAT WILL MAKE HIM FAMOUS LATER moment the film honestly avoided so I can respect the decision, Young Stevie was a huge fan of Scrooge McDuck, to the point his future succesful self did a forward for one of the many carl barks collections. It's not the only influence and i'm sure as I research Raiders, i'll no doubt find tons more direct ones, but it is a notable one that gets brought up quite a bit and it's easy to see why: Scrooge too is a globetrotting adventurer who has a successful day job (If a far less modest one), cares deeply about the history of what he finds, is a tad gruff, verbally pars with most love intrests, and takes the quick solution when it makes sense, so it's easy to see the compassions. The two are still different enough: Indy isn't in it for the money, generally adventures because he has to not for the thrill like scrooge, and Scrooge's only child we know of isn't a massive embarrassment, but you can still see how it left a mark and see Barks attention to culture, love of slow adventure, and humor in Indy.

That and one certain scene we'll get into in the comic is the direct inspiration for one of the most iconic scenes in film history.. but we'll get for that. For now we're taking a look at one fo the most legendary stories in the duck canon and seeing how it holds up, this is the Seven Citeis of Cibola!

We begin with what you all came to see

It's a neat enough visual gag and a reminder to me that most scrooge stories.. really didn't open with the big splash pages i'm used to in comics nor an actual story title

Though Barks still makes the best of it with the sight gag of Scrooge lieterally bathing in money. The setup to this one is brilliant too: Scrooge reflects on the fact he's got his feathers in just about every industry imaginable. Cannaries, Fisheries, Newspapers, Horse Races, Bibble Removal, Steam Cleaning, Steamed Hams, baseball, both kinds of football, mega football, calvinball, horeshoes, unicorn shoes, abestos, tabacco, cultural apporiation, robots, Goat Cheese Pizza, getting the cool shoeshine universal solvent, fishmobabywhirlmagigs, Spam, Crackers and Milk, Breaking Cat News, allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods, water meters, walke-talkies, copper wires, saftey googles, radial tiers, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans , dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louves, masking tape, plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power fogers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high peformance lubircation, metal roofing, water proofing, multi purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gagues, hamster cages, thermostats, bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagntizers, automatic circumciers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, Duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit brakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, maatching salt and pepper shakers, horse dewormer, fighting gold, repulsor technology, pym particles, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosiiiiiiiissssssss, flying pigs, wild pigs, pigssssss innnnnn spaccceeeeeee, wilkins coffee, islands that walk like men, mood slime, chainsaws, saftey films, toner, donald duck abuse, Yoghurt Platinum, Clubmarine, Saltweens, Disco Dairy, Disco Duck, Lard, Trash Bag Wrestling, Superfast Jellyfish, The Gizmonic Institute, Cloning deboning, dethroning, stupid nintendo games, Rusty Shackleford, Molten Boron, SCTV, Squakabilly Taxi's, An Automatic Man, Wells for Boys, Flight Rings, decoder rings, olvatine, Krakoan Gates, Sealabs, Underwater Motor Scooters, Sex Bombs, Good Guy Dolls, The Last cult, Krustyburger,Chalk Tablet Towers, nerderotica, underwear, money, fat, hank.

The problem is he's got no more worlds to conquer: He's invested in everything, and thus can't make money on a NEW venture. Barks gets some great gags out of this too with Scrooge trying and failing to buy Gyro's newest gadget and a peanut stand, only to find out he OWNS both. It really shows that despite his horrifying wealth and influence.. scrooge can't ENJOY it. To him the fun's in the chase. The having's nice too, but the world just dosen't feel the same if there isn't another rainbow to chase, something I get as a book and film collector. It's great to have, but the looking is just as fun. It's something i'm sure most can relate to especially us nerds.

Thankfully Donald and the Boys just happen to drive by: their hunting arrow heads for 50 cents a piece over in the desert for Crazy Harry's House of Cultural Approritaion. That's Crazy Harry, the man with a snake on his face.

As you can guess this story has some dated bits: while Arrowheads are still treasured, I have one my grandpa gave me, it's not nearly as kosher to sell artifacts of someones' culture for fun and profit. Even as far back as 1980 Indy himself was doing it more for the joy of history and famously said it belongs in a museum.. and evne that's starting to slip as I saw on John Oliver last year. You can find his piece bellow.

And of course they use the i word instead of native americans or indegenous peoples.

Which is annoying , but not suprising.

So our heroes go looking for Arrowheads out in the generic desert. Weirdly for Carl Barks this Desert.. isn't a specific place. There's just suddenly a giant desert outside Duckburg. I didn't notice when reading the story for this review as Barks still packs in nice detail and makes it feel real, with our heroes having to conserve water, brave dust storms and track using realistic methods where tribes may of hunted their game. For the record it was the Pueblo who were linked to this, primarily settling in new mexico. I normally woudln't be this harsh on research, I got that bit from wikipedia after all, but given both how much Barks was lauded for it and how much care he usually puts in, it's weird to see him drop the ball a bit

At any rate our heroes soon find a trail and along it some treasures they take in to town to get examined. The curator there reveals their from The Seven Cities of Cibola, seven cities made of gold and gleaming with treasure, similar to EL Dorado, based on real life rumors about lost cities that turned out to be adobe huts, something Donald brings up. Barks does find a clever way for the myth to still be true, and a shockingly modern one: given the people who found it were conquistadors and heard it through rumors, it makes sense that the people they were conquering and mistreating wouldn't tell them where the city REALLY was. It's not phrased that way, but it's still brilliant.

So our heroes decide, well Scrooge and the Boys decide Donald is just sorta swept along by the tide as usual, to go after the city, figuring the trail leads there. THey stop at a diner for some nondescript hamburgers.. and end up evedroppsed on as nearbye the Beagle Boys are kicked out of an Aid for the Poor Center for welfare fraud and are told hey hey why don't you get a job, which has aged like fine milk on the sidewalk. They naturally follow scrooge smelling money and trail our heroes. I do like the Beagle Boys Inc t-shirts they wear in this shirt, before beagle boys inc was bought by feel good inc in the mid 2000's.

Once our heroes get going Barks DOES make up for his previous non-descriptness as he cites actual locations along the trail such as big bluff and the colorado river. We also get a nice tone: normally the adventure is scrooge dragging our heroes along and being a real dick but here there's a real sense of camradery and excitment ala ducktales 2017. The boys gladly use their guidebook to help while Scrooge uses his experince, the guidebook finding them shade. Eventaully it can only go so far and they end up lost, as do their persuers. They refill the canteens but eventuallyt heir dry. It's a nice showing of the dangers of the desret and the realisim Barks really likes to use in his stories. These may be cartoon ducks but they can die just like anyone else��� except of old age but you know

Our heroes fortunes don't get better when the beagles blindsight them.. but plan to just up and leave, having had enough fo the desert and having NOT stocked up on water due to being too busy persuing scrooge, leaving our heroes free to persue the cities unabated.. but near death if they do'nt find water soon. Thankfully they find an old spanish galleon and more importantly

That said I do love Donald's expression here. Barks is a master at those. It does provide our heroes with a way forward, as the logbook details both the ships survivors meeting people clad in gold and a clue about the way the ships pointing at long last our heroes reach the seven cities.. and the sight is truly gorgeous.

And inside are countless treasures, a great sequence as we see pools of coins, ruby arrowheads and most importantly an emerald statue.. set on a trap. Yes this is where the parts Indy homages come in, as it's also on a weight trap, though a far more elaborate one that will destroy the city if activated. IT's clever adn I can see why speilberg and lucas reused it and i'ts diffrent enoguh in the indy version to work as Indy tries to actually take the statue and uses clever manuvering.

At any rate we get to the climax and.. this is where the story falls apart for me: it starts well enough: the beagle boys show up, throw our heroes in a bricked up prison and star tlooting..a nd naturally stupidly trigger the trap leading to the second half of the equation for INdy's iconic opening

But again done diffrently.. with indy we actaully SEE it chase him, so Speilberg got the clear diffrence between inspiration and outright theft. He took the basic idea but made something fresh with it.

The ending… is what really weakens the story for me: everyone gets amnesia, no one remembers and the city remains buried, with scrooge not willing to go back for measly arrowheads. This ending… is all kinds of dumb. For one Scrooge talked to the professor man, he might follow up, and two.. ther'es no real reason for it. I get not wanting a white idiot to loot a fantastic city, that part's fine. Everything about the climax works … except the amnesia part. Yes scrooge could dig, but he could also damage everything or there could be nothing left. The amnesia seems tacked on because Barks coudln't be bothered to come up with an actual reason why Scrooge woudln't go back, when the trail coudl've been lost in a storm or something or the beagle boys destroyed it on the way so while Scrooge gets resuced, he has no way back. There are other ways.

Overall the Seven Cities of Cibola is a decent outing. It has a LOT of good stuff, the slow methodical apporach with little action but a lot of intrigue, the gorgeous city, and the threat not being fantastic traps or anythin gbut simply the heat and environment, and the comedy is on point, with Scrooge going from hunting arrowheads to hunting a lost city all wrapping together. Again it's really the amnesia ending that hurts it: without it this would easily be one of my favirotie scrooge tales, a well done caper that again is shockingly slow paced, but in a delebrate well done way. The ending just drops it a few knotchs in my eyes. It's still worth a look, just temper your expectations>

Next Time: Dun dunnn dunn dunn dunn, dun dunn dunn dun dun dun dun dunnn dunn dunn da da da da, da da da da dun dun dun dun da da da, dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnn!

[monaddecepticon]

I just got reminded that the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie is such a bleak movie.

There's an extended period of time that one of them spends lying in a bath tub and most of the characters think that it is a very real possibility that he'll die.

When they defeat Shredder it's not a "Hope you learned your lesson villian" moment. They fucking smush him in an industrial trash compactor. There is blood.

I'm pretty sure Splinter is murdered in the movie. The details are foggy cause I most likely repressed this.

The Foot clan is not indisposable ninja villians. They are street kids who don't know better.

Even if none of this was in the movie just Raphael being emotionally separated from his brothers and wandering a streets would have been a very dark thing to see as a child.

[wonder-galixy]

~~~First Day~~~

New jobs are scary. Supposedly.

Walking up to the Pizza-Plex filled me with childish glee more than anything. Fazbear Entertainment was the leader in the tech industry. From coding miracles to unique machinery, it was the place I’ve been dreaming of working for. Applying and interviewing was completely digital, all zoom calls and online testing. That includes tons of PDF files about qualifications, education, and previous work experiences.

I walk through the Pizza-Plex, towards  one of the employee break rooms. Today’s the first day, the test day, and I made sure to be early. However, changing into the proper uniform ate up any extra time I had planned. I ultimately left the locker room with my uniform slightly disheveled, and without wearing the uniform’s hat. But I did remember the Fazwatch, a small detail I’m proud about.

I made my way to the atrium when the speaker system blared out, “The Pizza-Plex will be closing in 5 minutes, please gather any children or belongings and make your way to the main entrance. We hope to see you again, have a faz-tastic day.”

The crowds fizzled out quickly after that. I watch the families crowd the gift-shop one last time before filing out the giant double doors. (Or would they be quadruple doors? I mean, it’s 4 pairs of doors-) The shutters lower after the last child leaves. I double-check them to make sure they’re locked. Mom always said to double-check, even triple-check, (just about) everything.

The shutters were, indeed, locked. So I switched my attention back to my Fazwatch and the email for all my tasks for tonight. I start to wander while reading through the email, my excitement slowly building with each step I took down Rockstar Row. Eventually, I just had to stop and-

“YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!” My voice echoed through this small section of hallway, “I DID IT!!! I’M EMPLOYED BY FREAKIN’ FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT!!!! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

I collapse to my knees and continue yelling, eventually devolving into flailing around on the floor. Eventually, my lungs ran out of air and my arms tired out. I take a few deep breaths before getting back on my feet. Bringing my head back up, my eyes land on some iconic Glam Rock robots. Lo and behold, all four band members are standing in the hall with me, they probably left their rooms upon hearing me scream and fall to the floor. If they were capable of judgment, they’d be judging me.

“You’re Freddy Fazbear!!!” The words leave my mouth before thinking. 

The resident bear smiles lightly with a small wave, “Indeed I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rockstar. You’re the new mechanic, correct?”

“Indeed I am!”

“How did a child end up working here?” Roxy pipes up from behind Freddy.

“Hey! I’m an adult! I’m in college!!” I scoff in a fake sense of insulted.

“Oh! I love the enthusiasm!” Chica chirps up next to Roxy.

“Oh, you’re gonna get on my nerves fast.” Monty says (probably under his breath) before walking back into his room.

“I’ll apologize in advance for Monty’s behavior-”

I brush off the offense and attempt at an apology before Freddy is even finished, “Nah, it’s fine. Honestly, it wouldn’t be Monty without some trouble.”

I resume my walk and skim over the email one last time, “Anyway, I need to… check the photo-booths, un-jam a claw machine, and… stuff!” 

“Ah! Of course, I didn’t mean to bother you. But! If you need any help, you can call one of us with your FazWatch. Good luck!” Freddy waves me off. What a start to an adventure! 

There’s a bounce in my step as I make my way to the atrium. Most of the tasks are simple repairs that take 2-3 minutes. With my education, a beginner’s mechanics class was required. I could get these done sooner, but I forgot to bring my toolbox. I always forget something, how foolish. The photo-booths needed more photo film, which was always in a supply closet nearby. Very convenient. 

The photobooths took the longest, followed by taking out the trash, followed by finding the trash compactor. This landed me in the arcade, unjamming a claw machine. Something is stuck in the trapdoor, making it unable to close, but also blocking any prizes from getting out. I’ve been toying with it for a few minutes, but I can’t make any serious progress without a screwdriver. The lights haven’t gone out yet, I think it’s because it’s Sunday. The Pizza-Plex closes earlier on Sunday (if only by a few hours), but the lights are still on their regular schedule. 

I resort to using my employee card as a make-shift wedge to get the screws loose. Thus, removing the prize hatch from the claw machine. A button eye from a plush falls out from the hatch. Do I need to be concerned there’s a plush without an eye? Should I dig through the machine to check?

My alarm is the one thing that snaps me out of my thoughts. My shift is officially over and I need to clock out. It’s better to get out on time, Fazbear Entertainment doesn’t do overtime pay. I hastily screw the metal sheet back onto the machine and (just as hastily) organize my belongings. On my walk back to the employee break room, I decided to finally use the call feature on my Fazwatch to page everyone.

“Ok guys! It’s 12 a.m and my shift is over. I’ll see you guys tomorrow from 7 to 12 for routine maintenance. Have a good night!”

Freddy and Chica are the only ones to fully respond, Roxy gives a non-commital grunt through the watch, and Monty is completely silent. The same goes for the Daycare Attendant and the ‘S.T.A.F.F’ channel. Just fine. I double-check my belongings before raising the automatic shutters on the front door. I have all the key items and some miscellaneous things, button eye included, and finally walk out of the Pizza-Plex.

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*Nods, hooking up industrial trash compactor to my car*

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