Greetings? Greetings? I’m wishing to send a message to thee, regarding the settling down for the first day. One would not imagine such, but I, the writer of this message, was the guardsman who worked in that room before thee, in fact, I am currently finishing my last shifts as thou is writing. With such experience in the same work as the newly recruited reader, one would understand the worry which may come upon a new job. To such I say, do not be afraid! Thou shall commence without any difficulty! Through my recommendations, one should require aid on getting through at minimum one week in order to get a hang of the job. First, the owner has enlisted an introductory letter to which I shall consult for thou, required to be read for legal reasons. It reads “Welcome to Frederick Fitzgerald Fazbear’s Pizza: A rather magical place for the young, and for the old and wise alike. Where fantasy and recreation come to life. Fazbear entertainment will not be accounted to such of any damage, whether to object or to man. In the scenario of passing, a disappearance to the person shall be announced in less than three months, or as long as it takes for the property to be cleansed of evil.” One would consider such to seem rather unnerving, but again I say, one mustn’t worry to such! The machinery within the restaurant tend to go rather mundane during night hours. But to be in conditions where one is forced to sing ridiculous hymns for years without a single monthly bathe, one should not blame them. Heed my word, these characters do hold a very important castle of the young people’s tiny hearts, as such, you must remember to take pride in keeping them in a good state, I say. For the reader’s information, thou machines will stroll place to place within the premises of the restaurant, possibly including one’s own office. Rumor says the machines risk a possible error if one leaves them off for too long. I remember thou days as to when such machinery were allowed to do such during work hours, but unfortunately, it would be legally impossible to do now, thanks to the bite of 1887. One would wonder how a human being can survive without possession of a frontal lobe. Considering the safety of thou, the only legitimate instance of a threat is if the machinery somehow discovers thee, such likely wouldn’t deem them as man, but rather a skeleton with no suit. Since such is considered a breach of the very rules of Frederick Fitzgerald Fazbear’s Pizza, the best assumption is that the machine will attempt to put man into a Frederick Fazbear suit. Thee would consider this to pose no threat, but be warned! The interior of a Fazbear suit is filled to the brim with wires, crossbeams, and witchcraft, most especially around the facial part of the body. One could imagine that, to be stuffed in a suit of that kind, would lead to immense discomfort, followed by death (Unless thee is a witch!) The only parts of man’s body to ever enjoy sunlight again would be the man’s eyeballs, and teeth, which would come right through! I, the writer, thoroughly apologize with how us night watch guards don’t get told of such while being enlisted. But worry not! The beginning day shalt be simple! I will send another message at 12 tomorrow post meridiem! Check the hallways, and close the gates only if thou is at risk of death, keep the candle lit. Yours Sincerely Phone Guy