CHAPTER ONE
MONDAY
"Why am I here?" Mike said, annoyed and tired at the same time.
"Very good question, my most valued employee!" his boss said, keeping his usual stalker-creep smile look while saying it in the most pleasant voice he could ever have faked.
"It's not like you have the funds to fire anyone, so just get this over with while I still have the fucking patience for it."
"Okay, fine. I want you to work as a night-guard-security-thing-person at a Fazbear event. That's it." he said, dropping the sunshine.
"And why in the hell would I do that?" Mike asked. Honestly, who in their right minds would ever take a Fazbear job? The only reason he had taken the job himself was to pay off the wedding ring for Doll. And Jeremy had to pay off college loans. Man, the poor kid. Mike kinda felt bad for taking the day shift when Jeremy still had to go into this hell-hole at night with all the Freddy Fuckbears hunting him down. He tried to visit him as much as he could, but he wanted to spend time with Doll too.
"The pay is pretty good." the boss answered, tilting his head and smiling.
"How much?"
"Three hundred ninety sweet dollars, buddy. For one night."
Mike raised his eyebrows. That's almost what he got in a week. "Woah, woah, woah, Three hundred ninety? Are you serious?"
"Yep."
Mike leaned back in his chair, sighing. He knew he needed this. But he knew this franchise. There was no way Fazbear Co. was gonna give him that much money for one job. "I'm not stupid. What's the catch?" he said, narrowing his eyes.
"No catch at all. It's an easy job, pal. You even get someone to help you. A night guard who works at this place."
"Wait, what?" Mike asked, looking at his boss like he had just eaten his own excrete, which wasn't hard for him to imagine. "Since when have we had a night guard?"
"Since about a week ago." his boss said, nonchalant.
"Great. Now not only do I have to survive, but I have to be a mentor for a newbie."
"Oh, no." Mr. Fazbear said, waving his hand as if shooing away the idea. "She's worked for us for several years."
"'She'?"
"Yes, 'she'. I think her name's Amy or something."
"Okay...Amy, got it." Mike said, giving him a look to say 'Really?'.
"Oh, come on, friend."
"Do not call me friend."
"What ever. It doesn't matter. Just please, it'll be great." his boss said, sliding the contract and pen in front of him.
Mike hesitated. This was a lot of money for a part-time job. It would help a lot. He bit his lower lip. "'An easy job'."
"You got it."
Mike signed the paper without loooking.