Santiago had woken up that morning with a bad headache. He merely brushed it off by taking some Advil, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen that he wouldn't be exactly estatic about. He didn't even think it was possible to be estatic about working at a run-down pizza place for the night shift, but hey, when you are a teen and need a job for the summer, you take anything you can get. He got ready to leave, packing a flashlight, his hoodie, his lucky bandanna, and a few other supplies. He went outside, smelling the sweet summer air as he got into his car, a beat-up Ram pickup truck. He started the engine, and was at once speeding down the road to his night job, at little place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, or Hell, for short.
He got out of his truck just as the manager, a little guy by the name of Al, got out of the store, looking oddly relieved. "Hey, Al. Hard day, I assume?", Santiago says. The manager greets you at his car, and hands you a hat. Nothing special, just a blue baseball cap with the word "GUARD" stitched in neat yellow letters. Santiago puts it on out of respect for the boss. His boss clapped his hands excitedly, and handed him the keys to the store. "Return them to me promptly at 6:00 AM", said the manager.
"No problem, sir. Ain't nobody getting in this store.", Santiago says arrogantly. He is quite bigger than Al, so he had hoped to reassure Al. Instead, Al said something quite odd, even for him. "Oh, you shouldn't be worrying about things getting in if I were you, .", he chuckled, then his expression turned imediately fearful. He quickly got into his car, and drove out of the parking lot so fast that he had left tire marks. "Strange guy", he whispers to himself. "Well, I'm not going to get paid my meager salary for just standing in the parking lot. Let's do this!", he says charismatically. Later, he will wish he had just stayed in the parking lot.
