A\N: Yeah, I'm actually doing this. Also, the story is in Christa's POV, but if I feel like it, I might do a bonus chapter here and there in the eyes of another character (Sasha, Bonnie, etc.), so yeah, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
My name is Christa Lenz. I'm nineteen years old, and I'm a sophmore in college. I live with my roommate and close friend, Sasha, who's a pretty decent person, despite her obsession with food. And right now, we're in some tough times.
We both really need some money, so we're both currently desperate for a job. Both of us had spent the last week looking for a job, and so far no success. Until, Sasha came running home one day, looking super excited.
"Christa! Guess what!" Sasha said. I almost choked on my water when she suddenly ran in and yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"I got a job!" Sasha said.
"Really?" I asked. Sasha nodded and told me that she had gotten a job as a waitress at a cafe down the street from where we live. Of course, this didn't mean I could stop looking for my own job, and I had to continue looking for one.
That's when I came across an ad in the newspaper, for a job at a pizzeria called "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". Apparently, they were in need of a night guard. I thought it over as I stared at the ad.
The pay was low, but it would be enough combined with what Sasha's getting paid. And, I had to work at night, so I wouldn't miss out on school (though I might fall asleep in class sometimes). I smiled as I took a red marker and circled the ad.
But then, I frowned. Something about that place seemed… familiar. I don't think I went there as a child, but then again, my childhood is really blurry. There was also something about the animatronic bear on the ad that felt a little off. I don't know why though.
But, that didn't stop me from going over to the phone, and dialing the number provided by the ad.
A\N: Christa, you just shot yourself in the foot.