Disclaimer: I do not own "Five Nights at Freddy's" or its characters. Ha. I wish…

[A/N: Beware of seemingly unimportant details from "The Night Shift" turning out to be significant.]

"Here you go, sir."

"Thanks."

The store clerk handed the requested newspaper to the young brown-haired man in front of him with a subservient smile. The costumer made a small grin and turned around to leave once he seized the newspaper from the store clerk's hands.

The brown-haired man took a second to check himself out in the mirror, ("Yep. Still handsome," he thought, still grinning) when he heard something that caught his attention.

A good-looking female news reporter was talking on TV. "The investigation on the death of former pizzeria owner Francis Anderson is still under way," she informed, while a small square in the top right corner showed the image of a destroyed vehicle in the freeway, followed by a photo of the deceased man.

He frowned. The hand that held his newspaper twitched as he moved back towards where the TV was.

The journalist on the TV went on. "According to witness reports, a car crashed into the vehicle Mr. Anderson was driving, making him lose control, which resulted on the death of both him and his fifteen year old son, Gregory Anderson. The person responsible for the accident has since vanished, as no one was able to identify the driver or license number. Francis Anderson is the son of Fazbear Entertainment owner, Jack Anderson, who has refused to give any statement to the media…"

"Humpf…" At the mention of Jack Anderson's name, the man turned his back on the television and walked out the door.

So Francis was dead? That was a shame. He had worked with him, and unlike his father, Francis was a good man. His son, Greg, was a good kid too, from what he could recall. Who could have done this to them…? He would have to contact his family to show his respects later.

Shaking his head at the notion of the world being no longer safe for a fifteen year old, he opened his newspaper and searched for job offers. He had to find a job soon if he didn't want him to start bothering him again.

Once he found the page, his brows furrowed. Could this be a coincidence…?

"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"

[A/N: Ohohohohoh BD I wonder who this guy is...?]