It's been a month since I have been working as a night guard in the Pizzaplex. It's not really my dream job, but it helps pay the bills. Hell, the pay is a bit higher because the place provides a variety of entertainment venues for the kids and adults alike, from restaurants and stalls providing delicious food and drinks (really recommend their desserts menu, especially the Superstar Ice Cream Cake), Bonnie Bowl, Monty Golf, Roxy Raceway, and many more. In fact, the animatronics themselves would provide a musical performance with the DJ Music Man in the concert venue. Even though it's not a part of my job description, I would see the performance on a daily basis (while grabbing some food during special occasions) just in case if one of the animatronics would need some additional maintenance during the night.

It's nice to work on the night shift. During those early visits, I would not need to deal with the rowdy kids and just relax during the day. In fact, while some would think that the Pizzaplex is creepy at night with all the animatronics, it's actually a blast! I discovered that these animatronics are sentient, and it's nice to see them talk without any filters. We would end up spending most of the night either talking about mundane stuff, or having fun with the venues, or watching them doing some practice for the next performance, or even assisting me with cleaning up the Pizzaplex, while making sure that they got charged up before the day begins. Although, the job itself is not perfect. They have this huge craving to cook in the kitchen after seeing the chefs bringing up all these delicacies towards the customers.

"Look, folks, we sure have a blast with the golf and bowling sessions today, but I don't see why we need to make a trip into the kitchen. Your excuses of "feeling hungry" don't fool me, and last time I checked, I fixed your eating bug, Chica."

The animatronics let out huge sighs, and proceeded to do their best impression of puppy dog eyes. "Again, no means no. Also, I see you there with the crocodile tears, Monty, and I'm not budging as always."

Monty scowled, "Damn it, Freddy, I told you this is a stupid idea. I can't believe I decided to follow through with this, now I look like a fucking idiot!"

Bonnie immediately defended Freddy, "Hey, don't blame Freddy like that. During our last meeting, you're the one going all gung-ho about "using your charms on the night guard" with the plan."

Freddy, being the mediator between the two, efficiently stops the usual banter and tries to appeal to me one last time, "Now, now, let's not fight over this. I'm sorry, superstar, we just wanted to make some food for you. It would be a great change from time to time rather than your usual PB&J sandwich and banana meals, you need a bit more nutrition there!"

Foxy added, "Not to mention that you are still able to have fun with us during these nights too even with your responsibilities, we just think that we should make something for you to express our appreciation."

I sighed, "That's really sweet of you guys, but the higher-ups won't be happy once they found out that the kitchen is used during the night. Not to mention that, uh, you guys are just awful at cooking, sorry."

Chica frowned, "That's mean! How do you know we're bad at it if you never give us a chance to try?"

"You're not fooling me with that. I know that you guys have good intentions, but your past records before you guys are upgraded and assigned here were awful. Remember Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? The bite of '87?"

Freddy remarked, "B-but that's not true. We made the birthday cake with love! The kid was sporting a huge smile, and the entire family made loud sounds after he took a bite!"

I corrected, "Nice try, but no. I don't know what you guys did, because I agree that the cake looks fine appearance-wise, but the taste was revolting. You guys managed to make a vanilla cake extremely dry and tasting like something died in it. The kid has to be brought to the hospital because he instantly vomited all over the table and passed out right after, and the Pizzaplex had to close because of the amount of claims we had to compensate due to that mess. I'm just glad the kid recovered two weeks after."

"That's in the past, though. As you said, we've upgraded since then! We might have learned a bit more from the chefs too," Bonnie said, sadly.

"I'm not risking it, I'm sorry. I don't want to lose my position over that kind of mess. Look, guys, some things are just not meant to be, and don't worry about me, I'm doing perfectly fine eating just that. How about this? With the higher pay raise starting next month and the money I saved up, I can change things up from time to time with my meals. Will that be enough for you?"

"Fiiiiiine," the animatronics agreed, reluctantly.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that. I'll make it up to you guys by bringing some board games and set up some fun night-time activities from time to time too, so long that you guys never step into the kitchen. How about that?"

The animatronics let out a loud cheers at that. Sure, I did say that it's not my ideal job to have but I made some long-lasting friends out of it. I mean, what are the chances of having this much fun as a night guard?