Chapter 1: Interview
Yep. The first chapter to my Five Nights at Freddy's fanfic. I have another fanfic for The Walking Dead in the making, which I haven't updated in forever, but I decided to start up a new story. Neither of them are prior to the other, so maybe this one will have a major pause at some point. This story follows my FNAF OC Catherine (Cathy) Sykes.
I hope y'all enjoy this!
This year's term was ending already, and I needed a job. I needed something else to do besides assigned homework (which is stupid) and staying at home doing nothing.
I was looking through the wanted ads on the newspaper, which was the only time I read the newspaper, one Saturday morning in my kitchen, and I was seeing which job would peak my interest.
Summer is coming: Now hiring at Cold Stone
You are in a cold building in a hot day. Pay is minimum wage. Employees are allowed free ice cream during work hours.
I love ice cream as much as the next guy, but I heard the new manager is a dick.
New Walmart opening soon on Wrights Rd.: Many positions available.
I don't think I'll be up for it. I still put a star next to the headline. I continued looking through the ads. There were a lot since summer vacation was coming. I marked a few more, like cashiering, serving food at a few restaurants, and some other junk. I turned a page, and a picture of a familiar bear caught my eye.
It was Freddy Fazbear. He was the main mascot for a place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You know Chuck E. Cheese? It's kind of like that. There's animatronics, pizza, which I remembered being pretty good, and arcade games. I've been there a few times when I was a kid. I recalled having a pretty good time. Even though the songs were the same every time I went there, it was always fun hearing them. Now, I drive by it every day on my way to school. The ad read:
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12am to 6am.
Monitor cameras, insure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
$120 a week
To apply
1-888-FAZ-BEAR
Hm. A security guard. That sounds nice. The pay itself is a bit small though. It's actually less than minimum wage, but what would I do with money at the moment? I don't shop a lot. I guess a quiet night would-
…
Dismemberment?! What does that mean? I mean, I understand if a robber comes in, we fight, and they cut off some limbs or something, but why add dismemberment? Is that on all wanted ads with injury warnings? Well, I marked the ad with a star anyway. If all else fails, I'll call in. After finishing marking all of my options, I tore the ads out of the newspaper, exited the kitchen, and prepared to leave the house. I threw on my red Harley-Davidson hoodie and started slipping on my shoes. I took my keys, got out of my little apartment, walks three flights of freaking stairs, and I finally got in my car. I turned on the engine, but before I headed anywhere, my phone started to ring. Not wanting to waste any gas, I turned off the engine and quickly answered as I recognized the number. It was from the Denny's a few blocks off my street. I applied there about a week ago.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Is this Catherine Sykes?" the male on the phone said.
"Yes, sir," I answered while nodding my head. "Who am I speaking to?"
"Dominic. The one gave you the application."
"Oh! Sorry, you sound different on the phone."
Dominic chuckled. "It's okay. I was about to say the same for you," he said. We shared a chuckle before he continued. "Um, we looked over you application, aaaand you have an interview."
"Really?" I beamed, "When?"
"When are you available?"
"I'm actually about to leave my house. You guys aren't too far. I can come by now," I said.
"Great! We'll see you in a few then?" Dominic asked.
"Yeah. I'll be there soon."
"Great. Bye."
"Bye-bye," I said. I waited for him to hang up first. When he did, I tossed my phone on the passenger seat, it bouncing off onto the floor, and I turned the engine on once again. I pulled off my driveway and headed down my street out of my neighborhood.
I pulled into the parking lot of Denny's. It must have just opened when Dominic called, because only a few cars were there. I parked beside a Mustang, grabbed my phone, and got out. I entered the building and was greeted with the smell of bacon and Dominic. He looked like he was in his late twenties. Thirties maybe. His hair was bare of a hat, which he was wearing last time I saw him. I'm still questioning about his eyes. They were brown, but the white was a light red, like he's been rubbing them.
"Hey," he smiled. He held out his hand, and I shook it. "It's great to see you."
"It's great to see you too." He directed me to a booth.
"Shall we start?" I smiled and nodded. We sat down, and he placed his clipboard on the table and took out a pen. "So, tell me about yourself." I leaned back and clicked my tongue.
"Well, let's see…I have no job. I draw, I like dogs. Um…versatile?" I answered, shrugging. Dominic wrote something down.
"What do you draw?"
"Some little cartoons and morbid thingies."
"What kind?" he asked tilting his head.
"Bloody stuff. I paint at school," I added. He nodded and scribbled more stuff.
"How old are you again?"
"I'm 23, sir," I said.
"Are you in school?" I nodded.
"Yeah. In college.
"Which college?"
"Pine University."
"Um…did you do any sort of work before this?"
"Yes, sir. I worked at Adventure Crossing."
"Do you mind if I ask why you left?" I smiled.
"No. I was fired." Dominic eyes widened a bit. I know it's not the best thing to say during a job interview, but I loved this story.
"How come?"
"There was a little problem with a customer. One thing led to another, and I had to tackle him down with his own gun." I was holding back a chuckle.
"Really now?"
"Yep," I nodded, "but the manager said that I couldn't do what I did in front of children, so…I got fired."
"I'm sorry. What was the guy doing?" I thought for a bit.
"I don't know. According to what I heard, he's just some person." He wrote a few more things down. The interview didn't last long. He asked a few more things, like if I did volunteer work (no), if I had any crime records (no), and school junk. We both stood up.
"Well, I think that's the standard review," Dominic said. "We will call you back if you get it." I nodded.
"Alrighty then." I flipped the cover of my phone to check the time. 11:18am. "I need to get going. I have somewhere to be…"
"Oh, hope I didn't waste any time," Dominic said, but I shook my head.
"Oh no, not at all. I just have some errands," I said smiling showing that everything was okay.
"I see. Well, have a nice day, Catherine."
"You too," I said. I walked out of Denny's and entered my car. I turned on the engine and headed down the street to my destinations.
To be continued...
So, no one is crapping their pants yet, BUT that will come soon. Do you guys like it? Even if you don't, Imma still writing. Let me know in the reviews! 0 w 0
Kthxbai -hides in a box-
