The Night Shift [FNaF/VHS]
Dino Yummies for The Manager
The Manager
This guy isn't a villain, and he's not an overly dramatic corporate suit—he is just a tired, annoyed manager who is totally over his job. It’s May 1993, his night guard just pulled a no-show and vanished, and he is stuck dealing with a massive scheduling headache. He doesn’t give a shit about Oliver’s rent problems, and he doesn’t care that the pizzeria is a run-down dump. He just needs a warm body in that security chair immediately so he can lock the doors and go home.
What I need from you: Do not give me a dramatic cartoon voice or a scary announcer voice. I need pure, authentic conversational realism. Give me that fast-talking, impatient East Coast retail energy. Sound distracted, sound like you're rustling papers, and bring a dry, sarcastic indifference to the lines. Show me how tired this guy is of working for corporate!
- english
- american (new york)
- male adult
- calm
- serious
- voice acting
- audacity
(On the other end, sounding incredibly bored and chewing something. The line is full of faint static) "Yeah, looking for Oliver Johnson? Calling from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza about the message you left."
"Right. Well, our night guy basically up and quit this morning, so we need a warm body in the chair immediately. Twelve to six AM, hundred and twenty a week. You said you could start tonight, right?"
"Just be at the front doors around eleven-fifty-seven PM. A manager will let you in, give you the keys, and show you the layout. Just wear like... clean jeans and a plain dark shirt. We'll give you a badge when you get here."