((POV of Jeremy Fitzgerald.))

I walked into Freddy Fazbears Pizza, to apply for a summer job. I was deep in thought, so I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. There were many bad stories and news articles about this place, but I had great memories here as a child. Many of my birthday parties were held here. It's a small walk to the office, but easy to I reached the office, I enthusiastically told the man behind the desk, "Hello, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, and I am here about the job openings."

The manager replied with, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fitzgerald. I am Mr. Faz, the owner of the restaurant. Alas, you are too late, as the last of the day positions was just taken, but I am still looking for a night guard."

Night guard? I've heard terrible things about that position. The mascots coming to life and savagely murdering the poor guard. I wouldn't live to graduate! "Night guard, huh? Don't lie to me, is it safe? I have heard very bad things about it." I nervously asked the owner.

Mr. Faz was surprised to hear this, as not many people questioned the job, they either took it or left it. "Those are just rumors. I can assure you that everything about the job is safe." He said reassuringly. Then, he muttered something else. I could barely catch it, but it sounded something like, "except the animatronics."

"Okay, now that I know they job is safe, how much do I get paid?" I questioned curiously.

His answer was simply, "The pay is only $100 per week. I know it's not much, but the job is very easy."

He had to be kidding me, right? I looked at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't. $100, that's $20 a day, about $3 an hour! "Are you sure there is no other possibility of a day position? There has to be at least one. What's so bad about an extra waiter, or day guard? I'll do almost anything for a better pay!" I was begging him for this.

Seeing me in my current state, his expression began to harden, and he spoke very firmly. "Stop begging, Fitzgerald! Have some dignity! I really need that position filled, and now. However, I'll strike a deal with you. If you work as a night guard for five nights, and still want the day job, I'll give it to you. But, you have to stay for five nights, or you will be fired, with no chance of being rehired. Is that a deal?"

Still sounds like a bad idea, but what choice do really have? I think for a moment before hesitantly saying the one word that will seal my fate.
"Deal."

Now that I was a new employee, I needed to know the restaurant, and Mr. Faz knew that. "Follow, me, I'll give you a little tour." He said before walking out of the office.

The first rooms we passed were the four party rooms. Each room had two tables each with two neat rows of party hats ready to be worn. "These rooms are simply for the birthday parties. Nothing happens in there during the night, so I won't say much about them." My boss explained.

Next thing I knew, we were in a small room next to the entrance of the building. This room had pizza decorations and drawings covering the walls, gift boxes piled in a corner, a table with party hats, and a pile of random broken metal. Wait, what is that supposed to be? Some kind of death trap for the kids to play with? Noticing my confused and somewhat creeped out expression, Mr. Faz enlightened me. "This room is called Kids cove. Notice the metal? That is Toy Foxy, better known as Mangle. I know what you're thinking, 'What happened to her?'. Well, what happened is toddlers like to tear things apart, and in this case, they tore up Toy Foxy. Now, I did have employees fix her up at the end of the day, but they could only do so for so long. Eventually we gave up and she is now a take apart and put back together attraction."

The next area was in a corner of the dining area. It had a few shelves filled with plushies of three of the mascots: Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie Bunny, and Chica Chicken. In the far back was a massive gift box. What prize could possibly be THAT big? Whatever it is, it must cost at least a few thousand tickets. Pointing to the mysterious box, I ask my boss curiously, "What's in that box over there, Mr. Faz?"

He stops, to see what I was pointing at, and freezes. Mr. Faz managed to stammer "N-Nothing. This i-is the P-prize C-corner. D-during your s-shift, ch-check t-that c-camera above all else. You will s-see a b-button to w-wind the m-music b-box. Keep it w-wound t-tight. O-or else."

Why is he so nervous, I mean it's just a box. Probably has something really expensive in it. And that music box. Maybe if it's not wound up, it breaks or something? I don't know. Suddenly, Mr. Faz pulled me both out of my thoughts and the Corner.

We were at the next stop in the tour. There was a small boy still there, even though the restaurant just closed. I went up to him, and calmly asked him "Excuse me, where are your parents? You aren't supposed to be here after closing." The boy did not reply, he just was very, very happy. So happy, he was almost creepy. To my surprise, my boss started laughing! What does he find so funny? I just want to find out where this weird boy's parents are. Besides, why is this kid holding a sign saying 'Balloons!'?

Mr. Faz was obviously having a difficult time trying stand, laugh, and at the same time, say "That is not a child, that is an animatronic! His name is Balloon Boy, or BB. He gives out balloons to kids, and laughs. He really does not do much."

"Sir, it could not have been that funny. Now, where in the building are we?" I ask trying to change the subject.

After finally calming down, Mr. Faz explains where we are,"This is the game area, where kids can run around, play, and even ride the carousel! Next stop, Show Stage!"

When we arrived at the show stage, I was surprised to see how much the characters have changed. On the left is a sky blue bunny with a red bow tie and guitar. He has green eyes, and red blushing cheeks. That must be Bonnie, he changed the most. All the way to the right was a yellow chicken with blue eyes, pink cheeks and a bib that read 'Let's Party!'. That has to be Chica. Lastly, front and center was a brown bear with a black top hat and bow tie, blue eyes, and red cheeks. Obviously that's Freddy! After letting me get a good look at them, Mr. Faz explained, "These are the new Toy animatronics! We decided to give them new names. Just to put a new spin on the place. Bonnie is now Clyde; Chica is now T Chi; And Freddy is now Red. They have the latest in facial recognition technology. They're even tied into the local criminal databases! Here at Fazbear Entertainment, we do our best to ensure customer safety, no matter what it takes. Our next stop is the final one on this tour."

Going through the entire restaurant, I am led back to where we started, the security office. The room had two small vents on the walls one on the left, one on the right. It also had a desk with a tablet, fan and plush versions of the Toys. However, the biggest thing in the room, and the hardest thing to miss was the massive unblocked doorway into the long hallway. "The architect said the vents helped circulate air into the room, but they don't do much other than allow kids to climb through. I don't know what happened to the grates, we replace them , but they always disappear by morning. I guess we'll never know. Anyways, this is where you will keep an eye on the animatronics with the tablet. The tablet allows you to see any camera and use a light to see better in dark rooms." We both glanced at the nearby clock. 11:55 PM. "Oh, my! I must leave! Your shift starts in five minutes. Stay here, in this room until six o'clock. Good luck! Goodbye!" Before, I could respond, he was out the door, in his car, and driving away.

Well, then, he was in a rush to get out of here. Anyways, night one starts...now.

A/N: Wonder how the first night on the job will go. If you have any questions, comments, or suggestions, or see any typos, please put them in the reviews/ comments!

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FNaF is owned and created by Scott Cawthon.