After a few hours of sleep, I was all rested for the night shift. Not really, of course. Only if you count watching a few hours of cartoons as "sleep". The life of an addict was a hard one. As I hopped in the car to drive to work, I had a feeling in my gut that the pizzeria was hiding a few secrets from me. The employees had all seemed a bit shady, as though something big had happened there that they didn't want to remember. I continued driving anyway.

As I walked into the security office that Mike showed me on the tour, I saw Mike playing some game on a tablet where he continuously was flipping from screen to screen. "What'cha playing?" I asked. Mike jumped once again and fell out of his chair, knocking over a coffee cup I hadn't seen beforehand.

"Jesus, you have to stop doing that! Someone's going to end u-" Mike then noticed the coffee soaking his pant leg. "Damnit!" he exclaimed, and began wiping his pants with one of the crumpled napkins laying around on the desk. "Sorry... Again..." I mumbled. "Holy shit, thank god you aren't one of them. You'd probably be the hardest one to fend off!" Mike said. Wait, did he say "one of them"? "Who are 'they'?" I asked. "Oh, right. Under company policy, I wasn't allowed to explain around customers. Even though this entire job is a load of crap, and the pay is even more so, I don't need to get fired." I tilted my head to the side. What could possibly be so bad to mention that it's prohibited during the day?

"You see, for whatever reason, these robots have been glitching out for years now. After one of 'em bit some kid's brains back in '87, they were confined to their stage. Since this is your everyday cheap-as-shit company, and the stupid robot's servers would start locking up, they let them go roaming free at night. Which doesn't sound so bad until you learn that they're hell-bent on killing the security guard for some reason. These handy-dandy door buttons prevent them from coming in, but closing them takes power for some reason." "Shouldn't keeping them up take power?" I asked. "I stopped questioning things a while ago." Mike replied.

"Anyway, the company is still cheap-as-shit, so we run everything on a couple of AA batteries." I raised a finger to ask how the hell the entire place could run on two batteries, but Mike read my mind. "Just don't ask, okay? Very little makes sense here."

"I've had to watch these assholes alone for a while now. It's good to have someone other than this goddamn power-sucking fan for company." Mike joked.

"So when do they start moving?" I asked. "It mainly depends on how far in the week you are. It's only Monday, so it should be easy enough." "Um, so they start up with our shift?" "Yeah, lucky you came early so I could explain everything." "Mike," I said nervously, "I wasn't that early."

"Shit."