Trapped in a dream

The job

I jumped out of my car and walked down the long gravely parking lot. The Freddy Fazbears diner seemingly abandoned "I wonder if it still has children's birthday party's?" I jumped at the sound of a door opening slightly, a man in his late 30's emerging. He had a flashilight in one had and a graysish-blue in the other. He met me halfway across the parking lot and held out the outfit.
"Here's your outfit, and welcome to the job." I could tell he smoked by the way spoke. His voice reminded me of the once-ler of of the lorax. He had a plain way of talking. He talked almost like their was commas trailing every word he said. "Where do I go?" I questioned."There's a small room with a fan, camera, and a chair in the very back. Have you been prepped yet?" He said plainly. "Uh...no sir, what do you mean?" I asked, feeling like I don't want to know the answer. "N-nothing, I think there's recordings that can teach ya about...them." I remembered what the guy on the phone said about the animatronics and realized, I work in a murder scene...my brothers murder scene.

My hair rose as I stared at the logo hanging of the front of the building. In faded bright letter is said "Freddy Fazbears diner". The once bright colors were a dark uninviting gray. I walked along the broken branches that fell down from the old dead trees lining the parking lot. I found myself trying to step of every branch that was in front of me. Three minutes and 20-something crushed branches later I looked up to find the old oak door right in front of me. I sighed lightly as I grabbed the rusty knob and pushed open the door. I lightly walked inside, smelling the greasy smell of Freddy Fazbears pizza. I looked around and was startled by what I saw.