(AN. Sorry about taking a minute updating been busy with school shit, and I hope everyone has a good time reading)
(Y/N POV)
It took a few weeks to actually figure out which position would be the best for me. I knew I needed a part time job because of obvious reasons (aka school.) So it took me a minute to find one, but I did. So apparently they have very few positions as of now, but I was able to find a part time job for the night shift, and also since I have online schooling my whole schedule is flexible. A security guard more specifically, because as of now they only have one. So they want someone to help her some of the nights. I applied as soon as I saw the position. Just now I received a call for an interview, which they were adamant about it being as soon as possible. So, I'm going in. Mom tried to doll me up, or make me "Presentable" as she said. However, I turned her down on the offer. Because I required cuddle time with my cat, Amp. My baby boy, who if anyone hurt, I would murder in cold blood.
I look at the time, 10:30a.m. They have the interview at around 12:00 p.m. and me being me, I have to be there early, like by at least an hour. I head out to my car after easing my child off my lap (too which he rolls over and slowly blinks at me.) I have to literally hold in the urge to hug him because I gotta go. I hop into my car and head off into the concrete jungle (aka the city).
Once I finally get to the Pizzaplex I make a mad dash to the desk, before I could get stopped by the crowd. However, I do have to swerve around folks still. Since it is a Saturday, the Plex is hella busy.
A guy with blond, slightly long hair and a bit of stubble greets me, "Welcome to the Pizzaplex, what can I help you with?" He says rather bored, I don't hold it against the guy. Especially working at a place like this during the day, when it is this crowded and chaotic. "Oh hi, I'm here for an interview," I respond, with my polite sort of "normal" voice. Aka what I've used for years to decrease people's likelihood of treating me like an outcast, I treat it like a game of Among Us, for I must blend it. "Oh, uhh I could take you there, no one comes by the desk really anyway." I'm pretty dang sure he just wants to get away from this scene, which I get. There is really no one who comes to the front desk for help since there are so many robots and touchscreens people can use those for help and/or complaints, Karens usually being the exception most likely. "Thank you, I appreciate the help," I say, offering up a happy smile. "Oh uh, no problem." He sounds surprised, but he comes out from behind the desk and starts leading me to the destination of my interview. Cue the dramatic music of a heroine finding their pathway to greatness.
"Soo, whatcha' signing up for?" He asks offhandedly, probably just to add some noise that isn't the yelling of crowds. As we walk down the halls of the Pizzaplex, all glowing neon in its retro theme. "Oh, I'm gonna hopefully be hired as a night guard, part-time. Just need some cash."
Lie successful, I think in my mind's eye. Though the money would be useful.
"Why that position? I mean haven't you heard all the horror stories?"
"Yepp, I have but in all honesty, even if those stories are true, of haunted animatronics then that just adds to the excitement. Besides I doubt I could take the chaos and lights of this place during the day. Too much noise as well," I can feel my mask slowly fading, I'm just me kinda. Chaotic and animated me. Though I have to mask for the interview. "What, really," he looks back at me, raising an eyebrow, "usually people coming to work here are super terrified of that shit."
"Welp not me," I singsong, "I find that sort of thing intriguing. The unknown can be scary and terrifying, but it's our own minds that make it ten times worse," I say tapping the side of my skull. Though, if all that is true I'll probably have trouble sleeping later, but that's later, when I'm not gonna die because of a rip-off Luna/Nightmare Moon.
"Oh, well that's actually, really cool. That you both know that and.. are willing to work here. Most of the guys who work here are well to put it lightly, terrified of that shit. ".. He pauses for a second and turns towards me. I tilt my head curious, he holds his hand out to me, a handshake. "I'm Peterson, though most just call me Pete. " I shake his hand, and offer up a smile, "I'm (Y/N) though I go by (N/N)." "
"Welp here it is, just go knock on the door there."
I nod to him as he walks off, pretty sure he could get in trouble for dillydalling.
(Time skip since I don't know how to write an interview)
"All right (N/N) keep an eye on your phone, don't miss any calls or emails. We will not have a repeat of last time." I say to myself, to which people start staring at me. Oh right, I'm back in the main area, and talking to myself is a no go, no matter how dumb a rule it is.
And I can't stay anyhow, no money saved for this time. Which sucks, but oh well. Though I was surprised they didn't have any requirements or courses I needed to take for this job.
As I'm walking to the front doors, I choose to hum some random melodies to myself, stuff like
"Once upon a December" and some of the "Coraline" soundtrack.
Once I get home, I rush inside to see mine childdddd, who is currently basking in the sun, from my window. My room is filled with dorky crap wall to wall, I've got figurines, stuffies, posters, and a bunch of random shit. It's mine and I love it. But seeing my cat there in the sun, reminds me again of that promise I made to myself. To help them all see the skies. But, good things come to those who wait, as much as I hate waiting. Amp helps with that, he helps me to just take in the moment I'm living in. He helps with my stress and anxieties, and convinces me to take breaks with his own naps, which always helps me. The interview definitely wore me out a bit, so a cat nap would help. I lie down in bed while giggling at my own stupid pun, reaching to the end of my bed to my weighted blanket and cover myself. Then I close my eyes, I might technically be still awake, but it's that awake where you're aware, but still deeply resting if that makes any sense.
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Y̶o̴u̷ ̷s̷e̶e̶m̷ ̴t̶o̶ ̴w̴a̷k̸e̴ ̵u̴p̷ ̴i̷n̷ ̸a̴ ̸v̷a̸s̷t̶ ̷v̶o̸i̸d̷,̶ ̴y̵o̷u̸ ̶f̵e̶e̷l̸ ̵n̷o̴t̸h̶i̴n̶g̷,̷ ̸b̷u̷t̷ ̶y̵o̷u̵ ̴f̶e̵e̷l̶ ̷s̷o̴m̵e̵t̶h̴ing all at the same time. You see a figure out in the distance with something in their hand, you know you're terrified but not at the same time.
̸I̷t̴'̸'s a light̵e̷r̷,̵ ̷a̶n̶d̸ ̸ on the ground though it's hard to see with all the black, is a li ̵q̶u̷i̴d̸,̷ ̶g̵a̶s̵o̷l̸i̵n̶e̶. L̵o̷o̸k̷i̴n̷g̶ ̵f̵o̵r̸ward you see many, many buildings, some feeling older than others, all have met the same exact fate.
̸A̸ ̷b̴u̸r̷n̴i̸n̷g̴ ̴b̷l̷a̶z̵e̷,̴ ̵t̸h̸e̵n̸ ̶m̷a̸n̶y̴ ̷f̵i̵g̷u̴r̵e̵s̵ ̵a̵p̷p̵e̶a̵r̷.̸ ̵O̵n̷e̴ ̸i̴n̵ ̶f̷r̸o̸n̵t̶ ̸o̸f̴ ̵e̵a̸c̷h̸ ̴b̵u̵i̷l̴d̴i̵n̸g̸,̴ ̴t̵h̸e̸y̷ ̵b̷u̸r̸n̶e̶d̶ ̴t̵h̷em didn't they. You know this, some are the same person, others are various people. You then hear a noise behind you just barely, but apparently you knew it was there, you look and s̷e̶e̸ ̸t̵h̴e̷ ̸n̸e̵o̸n̴ ̴l̷i̸g̷h̶t̵s̷ ̸b̴l̴a̸z̷i̵n̶g̷ ̸a̸l̵o̶n̴g̷ ̵w̷i̴t̶h̴ ̷t̴h̶e̸ ̵d̸a̵n̷c̵i̸n̶g̶ ̶f̶l̵a̸m̴e̴s̵,̸ ̶n̴o̵t̴ ̶q̶u̶i̴t̵e̴ ̸t̴o̶u̶c̸h̵i̷n̴g̴ ̶t̷h̵e̶ ̵b̷u̴i̵l̵d̶i̷n̶g̸ ̵b̶u̷t̸ ̷c̵l̶o̷s̶e̸.̸
T̵h̸e̵ ̵f̷i̵r̴e̴s̵ ̸t̴h̶e̸n̸ ̴s̶e̸e̶m̴ ̷t̶o̴ ̶n̵o̵t̵i̵c̸e̴ ̸y̸o̵u̸,̷ ̵a̶n̴d̶ ̷s̴u̴r̸g̶e̷ ̶f̶o̸r̷t̶h̶ ̷c̸a̴s̵t̵i̶n̸g̵ ̵y̸o̵u̸ ̷i̶n̵ ̴a̶ ̸b̷r̷i̴g̵h̵t̵ ̷l̸i̸g̶h̷t̶,̶ ̵y̸o̴u̵ ̵s̴t̴i̶l̵l̷ ̷c̴a̶n̵'̶t̴ ̵f̵e̶e̵l̵ ̶i̴t̸.̴ ̶B̴u̴t̵ ̷y̵e̴t̸ ̴y̷o̸u̵ ̵s̸t̴i̵l̸l̷ ̸s̵c̵r̸e̴a̸m̷ ̶i̴n̵ ̵u̷t̷t̷e̷r̴...̸ ̵a̷g̵o̶n̶y̴.̴
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I wake up in my bed after that, aka my weird as shit brain coming up with dreams. Still couldn't feel anything though. That's always been true for my dreams unless I'm lucid. I have a disconnect or a better way to put it is like being underwater, the feelings, sensations, and sounds are all muffled. My own emotions are separated from my dreams. It's weird, but hey I barely get nightmares at least, part of why I joke that my subconscious and conscious are two different entities.
Welp, guess I'll read for a bit before school work. I get to doing the actual learning first, aka the reading and videos I can't skip through. Though it takes me almost all day, probably because I can't sit still for long periods of time, especially when it's something that takes mental energy.
(Author Note- Sorry if the Glitch Text is hard to read, I tried to separate it so it was easier to read)