You had decided to take up an after school job. As you were surfing the internet for jobs, an old ad came up. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: Night guard needed" "Hm. Why not? I remember that place. Seemed calm enough" you thought aloud.
*Night of job*
You arrived early, at about 11:45. As you walked in, a man who seemed...jittery hurried out and bumped you. "Hey man, watch it! No need to be in such a hurry". Only when you said that did he notice you.
"Uh...w-who are you?"
"New nightguard. Why?"
"Oh god. I'm begging you, if you value your life and sanity, DON'T GO IN THERE."
He looked serious. He also looked kinda like he was nuts.
"Dude, its my first day. Not calling quits already."
"Uh...okay...just take this." he said as he handed you a small slip of paper.
"If you need advice, call me. My name is Mike Schmidt."
"Um...okay, I guess."
"Good luck on your first night. You might need it."
What's that supposed to mean?!