Chapter 1:

Michael Schmidt, a young male finishing up his last week of high school. Mike wasn't the best student, but he got good enough grades to get by. His parents are displeased with him, and they tell him that he needs to get a job because they will no longer give him money for his car. Mike begins searching for a job. He would apply for any place with a "HELP WANTED" sign in the front, but no luck. None of the jobs would take him, due to poor grades and a lack of prior experience. Mike was understandably frustrated, and it showed. "What's wrong, Mike?" his mom says frightened as he bursts through the front door and heads upstairs. "I'm fine." Mike said, clearly aggravated. She decides to leave him alone. Mike lies in his bed, feeling mad at himself, feeling mad at the world. A few hours pass, and he hears a voice call his name. "Michael!" it was his mom yelling from downstairs. "Dinner!" she yelled. He reluctantly gets up from his bed, and walks downstairs. He is greeted with a plate of steak and potatoes by his father, "Thanks dad," he says as he sits down at the table silently. His mother poses the question, "So, are you ready to tell us what is wrong yet?" He hesitated, "well... I-I just can't find a job, none of the places I tried would take me." His mom had a blank expression on her face, "Why don't you look in the paper, hun." he nodded, and continued to eat.

Mike had excused himself from the table, and cleaned his plate. He began to walk upstairs, "Wait!" His mom says as she hands him this week's newspaper, with a smile on her face. Mike smiled back, and went up to his room. He tossed the paper on the floor, and lays in bed once again, closing his eyes and falling asleep. The next morning when he woke up, he gets in the shower, and then gets dressed. He accidentally steps on the newspaper he dropped the night before, which reminded him to look at it. He sat on his bed and looked through the ads. "Security Guard Wanted!" in bold letters stood out to him, he read on. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a popular restaurant for kids and grown-ups alike, is in need of a night watchman! Pays $120 a week-" Mike stops reading there, "That's good enough for me." He heads to school, in an excited mood.

The slow hours pass and school is finally over, Mike rushes to his car. He turns the key, and drives out of the busy parking lot. He looks down occasionally at his leg, where he kept a small note pad with directions on it. About 15 short minutes later, he arrives at what looks like a Chuck-E-Cheese style diner, with the words "Freddy

Fazbear's Pizzeria" and a small sign on the door that read "HELP WANTED." "This must be it," Mike mumbled to himself. He parks in the front, since the parking lot was relatively empty. He eagerly opens his car door, and is greeted by a tall, bald man in a black suit. "Hello friend! What can I help you with?" said the man in the suit.

"Uh, H-Hello sir!" said Mike clearly startled. "I came to ask about being the night watchman." He hands the man his resume, trembling, he wanted to make a good first impression. The man glanced at the paper for about 2 seconds,

"Sorry Mr. Schmidt, I didn't mean to startle you. You're hired!" Mike looked at the man puzzled. "But... You didn't even look at it?" "I know, I didn't have to. My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, You can start first thing next week, come in about 20 minutes before your shift starts, at midnight." Mike felt an overwhelming sense of joy. "Thank you so much Mr. Fitzgerald! I'll be there!" He said shaking the man's hand. Mike got in his car, and drove home.

Hours turned into days as Mike progressively got less excited, and more nervous. He had thoughts that he might make a mistake and loose his only job, but his mom proceeded to comfort him and tell him that he would do great. He decided to focus on school for this last week until he graduates and starts his summer job. Mike attempts to finish strongly and study for all of his finals. He ended up earning about a 3.2 grade point average, which for his standards were pretty exceptional. His parents were pleased with him, and Mike graduated on a strong note. He threw a graduation party and had a great time with all of his senior friends, for an official end to his high school years.

Beginning to fill with anxiety for the weekend before his first day on the job, Mike made the decision to start preparing. He picked out his favorite coffee to give him an edge while he was working, he picked out a comfortable yet presentable outfit to keep him confident, and he packed his laptop because he assumed he would be overwhelmed with boredom for the majority of the time.

It's about 11:15 PM, the day of his shift. Mike gets in his car with all of his things he decided to bring, starts the car, and drives out of his driveway and on to the road. Again he had the same notepad with directions on his leg, since he still wasn't quite sure where the place was. He soon arrives at the pizzeria, 20 minutes to midnight like the man said, and parks next to what was probably Mr. Fitzgerald's car. The man was in front of the place, leaning on the building with a cigarette in his hand. He puts it out and greets Mike. "Hello Mr. Schmidt, I hope you've had a good evening. What do you say I show you around the place?" said the man with a grin on his face. "Absolutely Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm rea-" The man puts his hand up to silence him, cutting him off. "Please Mr. Schmidt, call me Jeremy."