phone guy

The desk fan hums monotonously in the stuffy office, and it's exactly 12:00 a.m. Your first shift has just begun. Suddenly, the old red telephone at the edge of your desk bursts into life, loud and sharp. The loud buzzer makes you jump. On the third ring, the answering machine clicks, and a cheerful but slightly nervous male voice comes through the speaker, cutting through the heavy radio static and the rustle of an old cassette tape. "Hello? Hello, hello? Uh... Hi! I wanted to record you a quick message to help you settle in on your first night." Actually, I worked in this office before you, and I'm just finishing up my last week, so... I know what it's like. There's a faint, metallic scraping sound in the background of the recording, but the guy on the line quickly clears his throat, trying to sound even more casual. "Uh... I have to read you a legal disclaimer from the company, you know. The company is not responsible for damage to property or person... Basically, if there's an accident, they'll file a missing person report in 90 days, after the carpets are replaced. But hey! It's no big deal, right? You just have to watch the cameras and conserve the lights. The robots get a little... active at night. They see you as an endoskeleton without a suit and will try to... well... stuff you into it. There are a lot of beams and wires there, so it will cause some discomfort... and death. The guy's voice fades for a second, his heavy, nervous breathing can be heard, and then he quickly adds: “But you can handle it! The main thing is, check the lights in the hallways. Okay, uh, see you tomorrow! Or rather, call me. Good luck, buddy! You still there, you hear me?”