HIYA! I'M NEW. And I hope this story is great for everyone, kinda terrified how this will turn out. Hope its good but you never know…..
If people can give some constructive criticism then I would appreciate it. Any flames will be used to make a lovely campfire which i will stare at as it burns away into nothing :D. Now here is the story
I do not own FnaF
Mike Schmidt's Pov
I love my job. Its such a peaceful place with lovely childrens' pictures hanging on the waThump thump….ll. There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of…. "We know you are in there Mikey. Let us in."... So cheerful with my clearly working fan and clean security office. Yeah I'm safe. Perfectly saTHUMP THUMP THUMP "You can't stay in there for ever Mikey, open the door. We promise it won't take long." Okay I give up. I'm going to die in a small cramped office with a broken fan that only serves to send WARM air into my face, with supposed friendly children's animatronics being the murderers. Only 12% power left because of them, and it's only 3:48am. Those furry bastards haven't left the doors since 12 hit. I don't want to die. I'm too young! Why can't they just leave already? Sigh, I bet you're wondering how I got into this mess. It all started about a month ago….
Flashback - 1 Month
"SHIT. I need a job, I need a job, I NEED A JOB. Please newspaper give me something. ANYTHING," I thought as I searched through the paper I was just able to buy with the small amount of money I had left, with my messy brown hair falling just above my baby blue eyes, plastered to my pale skin. My plain white shirt and blue jeans cling to my skin as I start to panic on my bed in my apartment due to not seeing a potential job. Well, I say apartment but it isn't really an apartment, more like a bed set containing a single bed, a chest of drawers with a small TV on top. The kitchen and toilet are in the small, and I mean small, hall that leaves to the front door, on opposite sides. Doesn't seem like much but I love it all the same. NOT. This is all I could afford right now, and I'm about to be evicted if I don't find a new job sometime soon. Oh JOY.
My last one was, for lack of better word, disastrous. The place was a run down cafe which went bankrupt due to a sleazy manager. He would only spend the bare minimum on anything, from food to appliances to staff. And with that type of life motto, it went down hill. My job was simply to mind the broken till and pretend that this place was a hot spot for people to meet up at. there was no point really with the news about the place being known to practically the whole town.
My search was becoming as useful as an baby in an office, more destructive than good. With my eyes melting just from the sight of the crap I needed to have to be even able to apply, I realised just how right my mum was when she said mechanics won't get you far in life...I miss her. That's when I saw it. An advert for a job I could do. "Freddy Frazbear's Pizzeria night guard position. Working from midnight till 6am. Come to pizzeria to apply."
I remembered that place. It was where I first felt safe while he was still there. Where I met my first true friends who I thought of as family. They were the first people, apart from my mum, that I could remember who cared about me...treated me like I was important like any other child.
I made up my mind, so I left my bed set, locking the door behind me and walking to the pizzeria that, if I had remembered right, was only a few blocks away. Easy to get to.
Time Skip (Pizzeria)
As I entered, I felt a strange calmness take over from childhood memories. Some of the few good ones I have.
The smell of pizza danced through the air, and the cheesy music came from the band up on the stage. The children sang along from there tables or right in front of the stage. As a smile reached my face, it left at the 'plump' man walking towards me. Expensive suit with greasy black hair swept back, he showed an air of importance while his beady black eyes showed the snake waiting to bite its prey. His teeth were sickeningly white, not one out of place. Wonderful.
"What do you want boy," He all but demanded from me, his mouth twisting into a sneer,"We do not give pizza to free loaders. Get a job and pay like the rest of the fil…. I mean like the rest of the families do." "Ah hatred already, and we had only just met. I wondered if he believes in hate at first sight?" were the first things i thought of them man when we met.
"Sorry sir," I start with some fake politeness, "I'm here for the night guard pisitio….""Wonderful, now here is the contract and you start Monday night, which is TODAY! Wonderful you can start at 12 but do at drive early. Hand the papers at the front desk when signed and take your new uniform" Mr Sleaze interrupted, with him practically skipping away somewhere else.
"Well it's better than homeless," I thought as I skimmed over the contract before signing. With that I walked out after handing in the papers and collecting my uniform. How much I regret that statement later….
Well that's it done for now. I need to say this now, I will NOT be updating this story regularly due to exams coming up soon for me but I hope to have the next chapter up for christmas or New Year…..Hopefully…. Bye for now :D
