Chapter 1

Why did I have to be poor? Why did that ad show up in the paper? All these questions, but no answers. Oh, by the way, my name is Leon. Until tonight, I was poor. But this is my last night here, before I get switched to the day job. What place you ask? Freddy FazBear's Pizzaria. If you don't know what that place is, you will know by the end of tonight. I didn't do my research until yesterday, but now that I know what I'm up against, I can't do anything about it. I have to go in soon. And I am terrified. The place has a record, "Most Deaths In A Family Owned Restaurant". Yeah, because that's a thing. A very true thing that only makes me regret my decision. But let me tell you how this entire ordeal began. From the VERY beginning.

It was a cold Sunday morning. I had woken up at five and couldn't go back to sleep. I wandered around my house aimlessly until I heard a thud at my door. I stumbled to it and swung the door open. I looked down and saw the paper. But that couldn't have been. The paper boy didn't come until seven. I looked up and down my street. Everyone else had papers. I shrugged and closed the door, paper in hand. I flopped onto my couch and began reading through the latest news. Trump and Hillary were going at it still. I sighed and kept flipping. When I got to the 'HELP WANTED' section, I carefully scanned the page. Most jobs wanted people with experience or people who spoke more than two languages. I didn't have any of those requirements. I was just about ready to give up when I saw one ad that didn't need any of those. I took out a red marker and circled it. I was overjoyed! I finally might be able to get a job! I called in to see what was what. After about 30 seconds, someone finally picked up. A man with a slightly high voice answered. "Hello? This is Freddy FazBear's Pizzaria. How may I help?" He asked politely. "Um, Hi. I was just calling in to see if I could um, ask for a position as the night guard at your establishment." I asked quietly. There was a long pause. Then the man chuckled silently. "You sure you want that job, son?" He asked. I looked at the ad, making sure that I didn't miss any important facts. The ad said "Looking for inexperienced person to work the Night Shift at Freddy FazBear Pizzaria. FazBears Entertainment was not responsible for any injury or death on the job. Wait, did that just say death?! I spoke again to the man. "Um, why does your ad say that you guys aren't responsible for any deaths?" I asked quickly. I wanted answers before I signed up. "Oh don't worry about that. That was a typo in the computer system. It's very old so it starts making up random words, you know." He said, as if this were a normal thing. As a matter of fact, It probably was. "OK. I just wanted to make sure. So do I come in for an interview or-" I was interrupted by the man, who started talking in a robotic tone. "You qualify. You have no need to come in. Next Monday is your first day. At the end of each week, you get payed $120. We will see you then." The line went dead after that. I blinked a couple of times, then put down my phone and sat back. "That was weird…" I told myself. I got up and walked into my bedroom and knelt down. I reached under the bed, groping around blindly. Once my hand grabbed onto to what I was looking for, I pulled it from under my bed. It was a small metal box, the size of a baby's shoe box. I opened it and pulled out a picture. My girlfriend… well my Ex-girlfriend. She left me for a wealthier guy. I remember the day so vividly...

This guy pulled up by the cafe we were at. He got out of his black and red Lamborghini and strutted past us. I was breaking the news that I didn't have anymore money. She was staring at the guy as he passes, then looked at me with an unreadable expression. She got up and walked away, but not before waving the middle finger in my face for a few seconds. She ran to the guy and held his shoulder. I couldn't see what they were talking about, but I knew one thing then: We were done.

After my flash back, I wiped the tears from my eyes and put the picture back. I knew I had to move on someday. But I wasn't ready for that day to come.