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You're pleased to not get jumped or harassed as you make your way into the Office, sopping wet. Desperate to stop the noise, you yank the phone off the receiver.
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“Took you long enough, Christ, where were you trying to bunker down at...
“Unless things really changed, the Office should be the safest part of your Pizzeria. No time for formalities, call me Skin. Don’t respond to a word I say, Corporate will hear you."
Male, with a gruff voice, like a man suffering from pneumonia or a Cancer of the lungs for a long time. Luckily with a hundred listening in, it’s not difficult to make out what he’s saying and translate it to others.
“At Night, they can listen in but it’s manual, you’ll know if it’s happening. The power will flicker. In a few hours they will fax you something grisly. I know what you Hive sorts are like, no doubt you have guesses as to what it is. Listen close, write it down if you gotta and thank whatever Gods you believe in you got this call.
“What you’re told is true. The dangers they will mention are real, all new Fazbear locations are built on them deliberately to pressure you to do what they say. The methods they want will work. The worst thing I have to say is you will have to go along with it, at least a little bit.
“But not all the way. They lie. I’m sure you know this, and chose to take the job anyway. Do what you have to do, but do it just a little. Barely at all, and wait. The thing in the Lake is going to come for you, but you won’t need to use what they want you to use to stop it.”
A pause, and what sounds like a puff from a cigar, you think you hear another voice, a girl, teenage? She’s whispering something and you can’t make out much. The phone goes mute.
A minute passes, almost two.
Finally the Male returns.
“Twenty days, maybe a bit less or a bit more. Don’t give in to the crap they shove down your throat, we might be able to help by then.”
Click.
The phone goes quiet.