Chapter 1: Arrival
The moving truck was driving on the almost deserted road. The silence between the driver and the young man persisted during the whole trip. The only sounds that could be heard were the truck's noise and the breathings.
Mike watched the falling snowflakes in the light blue sky, and smiled. He liked cold. Actually, the green-eyed youth always lived in cold places, and loved the cozy feeling of enjoying a tea, or a hot chocolate while wearing a good mantle.
He was so lost in his thoughts that didn't even notice that the moving truck arrived in his destiny: a small house for one person. The white roof matched the scenery's color and the house's light color was calming and good-looking.
Once he arrived and took out his furniture of the truck, he thanked the man and got to know better his house. The living room was a bit small, indeed, but for Mike it was enough. The kitchen had a countertop and a nice space for cooking, the bathroom were ok, and the bedroom was big enough for a wardrobe, some other furniture and of course, the bed. Overall, Mike liked his house.
All he needed now was a job.
After settling in some things in the house, he got a newspaper and started looking for a job that was suitable for him. After some minutes, he came across an ad that interested him. A pizzeria at one block from his house was now hiring.
Help Wanted!
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.
12 AM to 6 AM
Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
$120 a week.
To appy call: 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR
"Well...seems good enough. I'll take it." Mike said as he drinked his hot tea. He dialed the number on his digital phone, a common sight in the 2000 year. After waiting a bit, he was answered with a happy voice.
"Hello, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! How can I help you?" Asked the attendant. Mike didn't really know how to begin. Being a timid guys sucks sometimes.
"Uhm...I'd like to fill in for the...night watch job. Is it still open...uh, the...you know..." Stammered Mike.
"Yes, it is! Um, so, you can come here to talk...what about 22:30? The nightshift starts at 12 AM."
"Oh, thanks. Yes, yes, I can come." Mike hung the phone and smiled. He wasn't a pessimist one, always looking forward. The only problem was that he was a bit timid, anxious.
Looks like Michael Adams Schmidt got a job and a new house. Twinflake Town might not be that bad. You know, what could go wrong?