Nungh

"Okay so err...what's your name?"
A balding man with hazel hair sat across from a blue-suited man with a complacent expression. The balding man's nameplate read "Wilson; Manager".

"Meek Shit!" A err, 'special' voice answered.
"Uh pardon?"
"Meeiikkkee Shiiddidididt!"
"...Could you err, show me your ID?"
"Nungh"
"No, not your social security, your ID. Identification Card."
"Nungh"
"That's a gift card for Wal-Mart..."
"NUAGGGHN!" The blue-suited man stood up and lobbed his wallet onto the desk.
"...Michael Schmidt. Okay so, why do you want to work here?"
"Jab"
"Okay, do you have any previous vocational history?"
"Nuh?"
"Do you...hmm...Did you have any jobs before this?"
"Watchy uhh...guys!"
"You watch people?"
"Yeeeh"
"Well good news you'll be uh, watching robots!"
"Robutt?"
"Err, yes."
"Nungh"
"Uh, what is this?"
"Rahnsoom"
"...did you mean resume?"
"Ye!" Schmidt began clapping.
"Yes yes, great! So uh, I'll call you if we need you, okay?"
"Nuh-huh" The man got up and began cheering "DEED EET!"

The door shut.
"Oh god why is he the only one that applied in four months?!"
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"WOOO!" Mike cheered as he got a phone call as he left the building
"Okay, we really need you to come in. Try to get here before midnight uh, things are weird here."
"YEEEEEE!"
Mike was so giddy he sat outside the building for the next few hours, oblivious he could have been doing more with his time.
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"HeeeURR!" Mike waltzed into the building, a starry-eyed expression never vanishing from his face.

	He walked through the building, occasionally fiddling with the party hats on the tables. He noticed the three mascots on-stage. Mike always had an astute perception when it came to things. Naturally, he did well at all of his watch-related jobs. Even with his debilitation in expressing himself. His observation skills never failed him even now, as he pointed his finger at the bear on stage.

"Beeg tub dum-dum" He giggled to himself, as he put a party hat on and danced down the hallway.

---12am---
	Mike sat proudly in his chair, party hat on top of his security hat and a noisemaker blowing. The phone rang, and Mike answered.
"Uh, hello? Hello?"
"Hiiiii beepy thing" Mike answered.
"If you're hearing this, this is a pre-recorded message. Err, that means I can't hear you. Please don't talk at the phone."
"NNghkay"
"So uh, you see the tablet? Pick it up and hit the big button with the red circle on it."
Mike followed their instruction, and the screen lit up.
"Okay, you see the big robots? Those animals? The things on the stage? Don't let them near you. They're mean. Really, really mean."
Mike scratched his head. He continued playing around with the machine like it was a toy, seeing what it did.
"There are also doors and light switches to your left and right. They are next to both the doors you could have walked through...At least I hope you walked through."
"Yeeee!" Mike played with the buttons.
"Oh and uh, don't run out of power. We're really, really hurting on money so try not to use the doors, lights and that thing I hope you have in your hands too much. Our power will run out and the big mean robots are going to come into your room and do bad things."
"Nungh."
"Uh...yeah, that should be it. I'm sorry."
"Dum-dum robutts!" Mike sat back in his chair, throwing the machine away backwards. It had the mean animals in them after all.

	Mike idly flipped the switches on occasion, shrieking at the robots that occasionally popped in. He laughed, having a ball every time one of them showed up. They had a screaming contest, he'd shut the door in their face and he'd win. He'd blow raspberries at the robots while they left.

Then the power went out.

Freddy got into the room, playing his toreador jingle. Things didn't look so good.
Until Mike threw the tablet at the bear in the room.
"STYLES GO"
Mike tackled the bear to the ground.
"REDFRED!"
Mike bapped the bear on the nose, honking noises adding to the joyful beatdown on Freddy's noisemaker.

---6am---
Freddy promptly shoved Mike off him and ran back to the stage.
"Haaaw" Mike commented.

	Mike proudly walked from the halls, blowing raspberries at the robots as he went. The early-bird employees that were coming in gave him some odd looks. Mike walked into the manager's office.
"WON!"
"Oh...uh, what?" The balded manager was dumbfounded "Err...yeah, here. Take this paycheck you earned it."
"Yeeee!" Mike walked out with a death-grip on his prize.
"...That man has the devil's luck" The amazed manager stated.

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