Hi! My name is Fanzboy32, but you can call me FB. This is the very first chapter of a very deep read. Every chapter is around 2000 words, give or take a hundred or so. On some occasions I may decide to write more. This story takes place in a form of alternate yet modern universe. This story does not follow the game that much, yet it does incorporate many elements. If you're looking for that just go back to the FNaF section. If you want action, adventure, family, mystery, and a good time, then Read it, Yo!
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I sat, on my bed rubbing my temples. My name? Michael Schmidt, a welfare check-living, depressed 24 year old. I was months behind on all my bills, and I was well below the poverty line. The only reason I still had power and water was Jeremy, my only friend who also has a bit of skill in computing. My landlord only kept me in my apartment out of pity. The only food I had was a box of wholesale Takis and Top Ramen. I had a computer from 1998, a box tv and an Xbox 360 that Jeremy bought for me. Oh, don't forget my "Bed"; an Ikea couch that folds out. Life could be worse, but shit living was still shit living. I walked over to the Xbox to drown my sorrows in a game, when my computer turned on by itself.
"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. The command terminal screen came on.
"Mike? You there buddy? Y/N" Popped up. I thought for a second and realized this was probably Jeremy speaking to me.
"Y"
"I think I got you a job. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You know the place? Y/N"
"Y"
"Night shift. 12-6. All you have to do is guard the place from any teens breaking curfew. You cool with that? Y/N"
"Y"
"The pay is close to nothing, but it comes with free food, health insurance, and a bit of a danger element. Still down? Y/N" I hesitated. Danger? He must mean if someone breaks in.
"Y"
"Do you even get what I'm saying? Whatever. Get there at 10:00 at night. You start tomorrow, okay? Y/N"
"Y"
*POWERING DOWN*
I sat and pondered for a sec. Why did he sound worried? "Do you even get what I'm saying?" The fuck? I guess it was just me being paranoid. I sighed and went to the kitchen, wondering how Jeremy and I were still friends. You see, Jeremy and I both went to the same high school, but we never really met until I went to some party. I was about 17 and Jeremy was 19. I was drunk and had gotten into a fight with another person where that person ended up stabbing me with an ice pick. Jeremy butted in and fought the guy off, and he ended up taking me to the hospital because he was the only one who hadn't drank anything yet. After that we just started hanging out. He is an asshole sometimes, but he's my best (and only) friend.
Enough reminiscing, I decided, as I boiled a pot of water on my camping stove. When I couldn't see the bottom of the pot anymore, I grabbed a ramen pack from the corner where I kept them. Damn, that was the last one. When I was done I would have to go to the dollar store. I stirred in the noodles and seasoning and took a bite while it was still hot, burning my tongue in the process.
"AH, THIT!" I said, spilling the pot of Ramen all over the kitchenette.
"GOH DAHN ET" I lazily shouted with my tongue sticking out. Now I HAVE to go to the store if I want to eat. I snatched up the keys angrily and left.
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Alright, I know I said 2000 words, but this is just the introduction into the story. As it gets deeper than poor Mike eating poor people food, the chapters will get longer. For now, goodbye!