Five Night's At Freddy's: The Job

by ArtistSans

In 2017, Jake takes the job as night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, unaware of the dangers that lurk everywhere around the pizzeria. He and his group of coworkers help undo the damage that has inflicted on his childhood friends. But what happens when he finally makes it? Will he live to tell the tale, or will he meet a bloodthirsty murderer? Rated T for some gory details.

1. The Ad

Five Nights at Freddy's: The Job

By Jared Ziemer

Chapter 1: The Ad

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dumb alarm clock and its dumb ringing noise, Jake thought.

Jake got up groggily and turned off the alarm clock that blared through his head. He had to clear his eyes before looking at the time. It was eight thirty in the morning. He walked into a mirror and saw his mess of brown hair that he put in a ponytail, revealing his deep blue eyes. He put on a red buttoned down shirt and jeans, ate some cereal, brushed his teeth, and went to the coffee table, where he looked at the newspaper. Suddenly he heard a knock.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

I bet it's the mail, Jake thought.

Jake opened the door, only to find the mail on the ground. He could see the mailman getting into his mail truck and driving away. He picked up the mail, finding the usual: bills, letters, and then something he didn't expect: a red letter. His heartbeat skipped a beat as he saw the letter. He opened it up to find a letter of termination from his job at the local grocery store. It read:

Dear Mr. Goldman,

Because of bankruptcy and lack of resources, we are sad to inform you that you and other employees here have been terminated. We are regretful of our decision, and hope that you can find another job.

Your manager,

Mr. Gregory Parkinson.

Jake's heart sunk deep. Without a job, Jake couldn't pay the rent. He would have to go back into his parent's basement. He already found the best apartment room with free-Wi-Fi and good furniture. All the other places were a bit dull and wrecked, and he would usually be kicked out by crappy landowners.

He began searching desperately through the newspaper, hoping to find a job worthy enough for him, or just enough to pay for his rent which was due in a week. As he was skimming through, pass job applications for writers, animators, barbers and grocers at places to far for Jake, his eyes caught on the sight of a bear. He looked at the ad carefully as it read:

Help Wanted:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12 am to 6 am.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.

To apply call: 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR

Freddy Fazbear's, Jake thought. I used to go there when I was kid. Whenever his parents got a chance to stop working, they would take him to the local Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was a wonderland of fun for Jake. He smiled at the memory of all the fun. He looked back at the ad.

"What does it mean by 'not responsible for injury/dismemberment," he asked aloud to himself. He forgot about it once he looked back wide eye at the amount of cash for the job.

"120," he exclaimed, "THAT WILL PAY TWICE THE AMOUNT OF MONEY I OWE!" He shot up from his chair, grabbed the newspaper and his keys and ran out the door like a cheetah chasing a gazelle. He jumped down the stairs and went to his red Corella that he received from his dad, started the ignition, backed out of the driveway and went onto the road. He typed in the address to the GPS and started driving towards the restaurant.

Hurricane, Utah, was your usual town, with all the necessities: hot deserts, cool suburbs, and plenty of sunshine. Jake kept following the road that passed a couple neighborhoods and a few buildings. Finally, his eye landed on the family fun pizzeria, with a cartoon picture of Freddy reaching his hand out for Jake to reach. He pulled himself out of the Corella and began walking into the pizzeria.