Hello. I present to you guys, Reconstruction.
There's never a good job to apply for. At least, that's what it seemed to Michael. There were all sorts of jobs, all the kind of 'loser jobs' that no one would ever want. Examples being a Janitor at a school. Lame. A convenience store worker. That's practically asking to get robbed… A night guard at a pizzeria-Wait, what? Michael glanced back at the page, at the small, practically tiny advert. He read aloud. "Local Pizzeria looking for a Night Guard… Hours 12-6 AM… Night Shift…" he'd glance at the number, and dialed it into his phone with one hand as he read the rest of it. It seemed pretty simple. 'No previous job experience required, 9 dollars an hour, signed waiver required,' that sort of thing. Sure, it was a guard job, but at the same time, who would break into a Pizzeria in the middle of the night? Jeremy heard the phone ring twice before someone picked up shortly, and a tired-sounding, but rather kind-hearted voice spoke through it.
"Hello Mr. Frederick speaking, Freddy Fazbear's CEO." The voice stated, and Michael smiled slightly.
"Hello, I'm Michael Schmidt, there was a newspaper ad, you said you needed a guard for the night shift, right?" Mike asked, and Mr. Frederick seemed to breath in a bit quicker than usual.
"...Well, uh… Alright, you can sign up for an interview tomorrow, if you wish." He'd answer, and Michael may as well have pumped his fist in the air. Finally, some good news.
"Sure, what time?" He'd get a paper and pen, holding the phone with his head on his shoulder.
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