Daniel Thomas sat in his chair, silently reading the newspaper. He needed a job desperately. He finally got the courage to look, and checked the ''Help Wanted'' section. He glared at the vast emptiness on the page. ''I have no money, I have nearly no food, and MY HOUSE IS FALLING APART!'' He yelled to seemingly no one.

Almost as if his house was responding to him, a chunk of the roofing fell out, landing with a thud on his ragged carpet. He glanced over at the ''Help Wanted'' section once more, and eyed a job opportunity at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, as the night guard.

He looked up in surprise, realizing that the pizzeria just reopened a week or 2 ago. It had been closed for 20 years after some unfortunate incidents with one of the animatronic figures. The job was paying quite a bit - well, at least for him - 20 dollars an hour.

The restaurant had made so much money in its first 2 weeks, that it could afford to pay 20 bucks and hour, he guessed. He examined the article closer, and it seemed he had to go to the actual pizzeria to sign up. He thought about it for a minute, until deciding that it was worth the money.

He threw on his sweater and started heading down to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

What could be so hard about being a security guard?

As soon as he arrived there, he heard some strange singing, and the cheers of children. He tried to locate the sound, and he arrived at the Show Stage. The stage was occupied by three, singing, dancing animatronics. Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, and Chica the Chicken. He was taken aback at first, as the animatronics had a very glossy, strange texture. They smiled awkwardly as they sang and danced on the stage.

Strange came to his mind when he thought about them. They had rosy cheeks and felt very flat and boxy, not having much depth to them. He became very unsettled after the bunny glared at him blankly, like it had just bit into stale bread.

While searching for the owners office, he passed by an area labeled ''Kids Cove''. It was a small room with children's drawings on the walls, and some crayons and paper scattered around. He noticed a while and pink mess of garbage laying on the floor in the corner.

He kept on walking, until he found the managers room. He sighed in relief, he was tired of walking through huge crowds of kids. He knocked on the door, ''Come in!'' he said. He walked into the office.

As soon as he entered, he noticed the sheer luxury of the office. The owner had a leather chair, and a neat stack of paper with a Freddy pen. There were posters of the animatronics and images of the old pizzeria, framed. He had thick carpets covering the floor.

''Hello, um, sir.'' Daniel awkwardly greeted.

''Hello. What brings you here?'' He asked.

''I was just seeing if, I, um, could apply for the night watch here.''

''Really? Great! We've been needing one!''

''So, do I have to make a resume or anything?'' He hoped not.

''Of course not!''

''Really?''

''Really! I'm Freddy Fazbear II, my father owned the original pizzeria, but he passed away a year or so after it closed down.''

''Well, i'm, um.. Sorry for your father.''

Freddy seemed to stare at the floor for a second or two, and then came right back up to earth.

''Ok, well, you'll come around 11:30 tonight and get ready for the night. At 12, your shift officially starts. I'll show you your office.''

Freddy led Daniel down the halls around kids to a run-down office. Daniel was disappointed that it wasn't as fancy as the owners, but he was satisfied. The office had two open vents on the left and right side of his chair, as well as one large opening in front of him.

''You don't have any doors, but this should be fine.'' Freddy told him. He seemed very depressed. Daniel wasn't going to question him, though.

''You'll check the security camera's to make sure no one, err, breaks in.''

''Why are the vents open?'' Daniel asked him.

''Um, not quite sure, actually.''

''Ok..?''

''Oh, just remembered, what's your name?''

''Daniel Thomas. You can just call me Dan, though.. If you want.''

''Ok, then, Dan, can I get you to sign this waver?''

''Ok, sure.''

Dan read the waver.

As always, Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for death or dismemberment.

Dan wondered as to why they would say this, but shrugged it off and signed the waver.

''Oh, and also, you have these lights on your vents and on the door!'' Freddy added. ''Very useful. Err, if you're afraid of the dark.''

Daniel nodded.

''Ok, well, see you tonight!'' Freddy dismissed him.

While Dan walked out of the building he kept thinking of the waver.

'Death and dismemberment.'

What had he gotten himself into?