Goes with suffed. Told from FRITZ Smith (Phone Guy's POV.
"FRITZ!"
"You're 21 freaking years old! Get a job and don't come back"
That was the end of a conversation between me and my father. I left that house running with tears in my eyes. My father threw a newspaper out the window at my head. I grabbed it and ran and ran until I reached a few streets down. Little did I know that was the last I was going to see of him.
The date was April 9, 1967, and I was 21 and homeless. Flipping through the paper, I saw a ad.
Work as an entertainer at Fredbear's Family diner!
$178/month! Call 608-760-BEAR.
I used my only dime to call from the phone booth.
"Uh, Hello, I'm calling about the job as an entertainer?"
"You're hired."
This should have been my warning that this company is bad news.
The employer ran me through the basics and I started.
There were two wearable mascot suits. They were named Fredbear and Billy Rabbit. They were of a yellow color and were actually quite soft. There was a creepy puppet too.
The other entertainer was a beautiful girl named Miranda. One night she asked me to come over to her house, and long story short, we fell in love and got engaged.
One day, Miranda was wearing the Billy suit and was delivering some cake when a loud Crack echoed the building. She ran backstage and bleed out on the floor.
Flash Forward 1 week
I was depressed over my loss. The restraunt suffered, too.
My boss called me over to talk.
"Fritz, I'm promoting your to cashier"
"Thanks boss, I've always-"
I was interested by a loud CRASH
"What the hell was that!?"
I run to the back room to investigate. My eyes are met with a hole in the roof, a smoking endoskeleon, and a wide eyed mechanic.
Little did I know that this will almost kill someone 20 years later, in 1987.
