Chapter 1 – A job has been lost
I ran out of my office blindly. Tears were running down my face, and my vision blurred. All I had to know, was that Aaron was an inconsiderate ass-hole. He broke the only fucking thing I owned to remember Mike by, and not only that, but it was special to me. He gave it to me the night he died. I only wish I had said "I love you" to him. Soon, I found myself in a parking lot, just outside of the building I worked in. After finding my car, I got into it while moving random shit out of my seat. Jeez, I really need to clean my car. I started my car, drove out of the parking lot and sped off. Here I am, jobless once again.
While driving to my house, I pondered on whether I should go back to Aaron's run-down office or not, and bitch-slap him like there's no tomorrow. I mean, let's face it. If I were to try to sue a major company like them, then I would the on getting sued. At least I remembered to grab my necklace, before I left. I don't really have the money to repair it now, so I'll have to use string until I find a way to get money. Wait, I don't have much money left! Oh shit, I need to get a job, and fast! So I hastily sped home, ignoring the speed limit. If I didn't get a job, and fast, then I'm screwed!
After arriving at my "humble abode" I quickly picked up a conveniently placed newspaper on my door step, and quickly flipped through the job offers. There was no way in hell I was going to ask my parents for money. I don't really need them worrying about me about me even more. They have been worried about me ever since Mike died. It was as if they thought I was going to commit suicide or something. Oddly enough, there was only one job offer. It was for a pizza place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. For some reason I recognized it, even though I had never heard of it before. Weird, right? I quickly skimmed through what it was asking. They needed a night guard to work the shift of 12 am, to 6 am, and they also paid 120 dollars a week. Though the pay was low, I wanted to take job. I am a night owl after all. I looked at their number, punched it into my phone, then started the call.
"H-hello?," a young man answers nervously. "Can I-I help you?" I kind of recognized his voice, but it was to deep to be him. His voice more high-pitched than whoever picked up the phone. I didn't ask him for his name, since that would be very weird.
Yes, actually I would like to apply for the night shift. If I can, at least." Now my curiosity was now bugging me. Why the hell was he so nervous? This can't be his first day on the job, can it? I then heard him breathe a huge sigh of... relief?
"Okay, then. May I ask your name? First and last please. Then I'll run it by the manager." Okay, this is really strange. It's as if he was expecting someone else to him. Who was he- "Ma'am? I need you to tell me your name.
"Oh right. Sorry, just lost in thought. My name is Sonja. Sonja Schmidt." I heard him cringe when I told him my last name. Did he recognize it or something?
"O-okay, I'll tell the manager. He'll call you tomorrow to tell you if you got the job or not." Okay, this is strange. The nervousness in his voice came back, but for a different reason. Now I want to know why.
"Great! I'll be looking forward to it!" I replied. I'm really bad at responding today aren't I? He then said goodbye, and hung up. I then put the phone back on the receiver. I plopped myself on the couch, and flicked on the television. I tried to find something interesting to watch, but had no avail. After about 5 minutes of flipping through channels, I ended up falling asleep, while sobbing to myself quietly. I was remembering the day Mike had given me that necklace.
Flashback
Mike's POV
Today was mine and Sonja's 5th anniversary. I still haven't told her about my job, because she can't know. At least not yet. Since it was our anniversary, I had gotten her a gift.
"Hey Sonja! Come here, I have something for you!" I then saw her come into the room, looking quite confused. "You look quite confused Sonja. Here, I'll give you this and maybe you'll remember. I took a box out of my coat pocket. It contained a golden necklace, that acted like a pendant. Inside, had a picture of her and I when we were first boyfriend and girlfriend. We were with the mascots of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. This was taken 13 years ago, and I remember Sonja had practically forced me to take a photo with her. I hated getting my picture taken, and this was the only photo I had with her. She didn't have any photo's with me, because we never got our photo's taken on our wedding day. Apparently Sonja wasn't the only one who was afraid to get their photo taken. I actually wish we did get our photo's taken, mostly because of what I had to do tonight.
"Go on, take it." She then gasped.
"Oh Mike! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about our anniversary! I-I feel so ashamed, th-that I didn't get you anything."
"Don't worry Sonja. You don't need to get me anything, really! The only thing I want is to see that you're happy." I turned to the front door to leave for my job when I heard Sonja collapse. She must have been exhausted by stress. She had lost her job the other day, and she's been beating herself over it. Not only that, but she felt so ashamed when I gave her that pendent, that it must have just added with her stress. I lied her down on the couch, and kissed her forehead. "I love you Sonja. I always will. Don't hate yourself over all of this, okay? I'll see you later." When I got outside, I felt tears running down my face. The reason I was crying, was because I knew this would be the last time I would see her in a long time.
Authors note
I going to tell you guys now, that this is the first fan fiction I have ever written. I kind of just got sucked into this series, and after a while of reading other fan fictions, I decided to write my own.
Also, I'm not really sure if I'm going to put the "new" animatronics in yet, because I really don't know how they will fit into this story. I sort of had this planned out for a while, and that was before the second game came out.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
