Stuffed

by UrbanSpoon

I'm Spencer. Or I was... I was one of the kids nobody talked to because i'm weird or something. I like writing fanfictions and listening to Green Day. But all that changed when I stepped foot in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Rated T for swearing.

1. Chapter 1

I'm Spencer Kress. I'm one of those kids. You know the type. The type who likes writing fanfictions and listening to Green Day, when everyone else just plays Call of Duty Advanced Warfare and listens to Skill Hex, or was it Skrillex. I'm taking this job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I signed up 2 days ago, and now i'm driving up to the place. I'm pretty excited to earn money. I can finally buy the album 21st Century Breakdown. I've been listening to Warning and Dookie for such a long time now. Not saying Dookie was bad, it was awesome. Warning was pretty, well, alright. Crap, I shouldn't rant on like this. I gotta get to work.

I went into the security office and saw my night guard hat on the counter. I didn't pick it up and wear it. I'd rather wear my headphones and listen to When I Come Around, my favorite song. I'm really devoted to music and fanfiction, mostly music. I have my own band.

I watch the cameras and pay no attention to the pre-recorded message. The guy was saying something about stuffed animals? No. It wasn't stuffed animals. It had the word stuffed in it. That's all i know. I check the lights and the bunny animatronic was there. It came into my office. What's it doing here? Maybe it's confused or somethi-

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

My vision faded to black.