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Arnold sighed heavily, resisting the urge to beat his head against the steering wheel.
He’d already worked for thirty six hours straight and now they wanted him to keep working on some random job. He highly doubted he was the closest technician available. It was more likely that he was the only one they could bully into taking the job.
Would it be that bad if he just quit right now? If he finally got away from this company? Oh, but the job market wasn’t so great right now. There was no guarantee he’d be able to find another job. Still, at least he’d be rested and alive. His doctor had already mentioned his blood pressure being too high because of this dumb job...
In the midst of his inner rambling, Arnold realized that the radio had gone quiet. Had he missed something? Had dispatch asked a question?
“Dispatch?” He nudged the radio gently. “Dispatch, are you there?”
The silence stretched for another moment until dispatch’s voice came back. The tone was different, though. Less sure and confident and almost sounding hesitant.
“Yeah, um... actually... you know what? Just forget about the job.”
“Forget about the job?” Arnold repeated. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone in this company speak those words in that order. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” Dispatch continued. “It’s just... y-you're right. You’ve been working for a long time already and it wouldn’t be... fair... to send you on this job. We’ll just... we’ll just figure something else out. Don’t worry about it. You just go home and rest.”
Arnold blinked. This... was very unexpected. In fact, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was really speaking to Dispatch right now. Dispatch had never acted like this before. Never been this kind to him before.
Still, he wasn’t going to say or do anything to ruin this rare moment of generosity.
“Ok...” he said slowly. “I guess I’ll just... see you at work tomorrow.”
“Sure,” Dispatch said. “See you, Arnold. Over and out.”
The radio went silent, and Arnold stared at it for a moment or two. He was still confused over how quickly Dispatch had changed its tune about sending him on another job. Fazbear Entertainment was a company that didn’t sleep, and so it rarely let its employees sleep.
But...
Eh, it hurt to think. He was too tired to dissect this.
Arnold shook his head and put some music on. No sense in jinxing what might be an actual stroke of luck...