Chapter 1: How It All Began
"My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, and I worked five nights at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
He wiped the sweat from his eyebrows, as he sat down in the interrogation room at the police station. It was the first time in months he had been in the inside of a police station in nearly 7 months, but this time it was for a different reason.
Backtrack to several weeks ago when Jeremy was fresh out of prison. He had been spent 6 months in the big house for possession of marijuana, only thing is this was not his first time getting caught with drugs.
In fact, prior to spending jail time, Jeremy had had a sizable drug problem, constantly selling drugs, constantly buying drugs off of the street including marijuana and sometimes even crack cocaine.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, you hereby ordered to spend 6 months at Whittaker Heights Penitentiary for 5 counts of possession of marijuana and failure to produce a valid driver's license."
The gavel banged, and Jeremy's heart sank as he watched his parents cry as he was lead out in an orange jumpsuit.
Now 6 months later, he was a free man and living back at home with his parents. He did feel lame about that, but he reckoned he deserved it after spending time in jail and coming out with literally nothing.
"Hey son, here's the classifieds, you might wanna look at 'em and get yourself a j-o-b." Jeremy's father Hugh Fitzgerald exclaimed as he laid the newspaper down in front of Jeremy.
"Yes sir, I'll get right on that …"
"Today, preferably." Linda Fitzgerald, Jeremy's mother, said as she came into the kitchen.
Hours after his parents had left and Jeremy had looked through the classifieds enough, he found one that looked at least a little interesting …
NIGHT SHIFT SECURITY GUARD WANTED AT NEWLY OPENED FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA WHERE FRIENDS AND FAMILIES ALIKE COME TOGETHER TO HAVE A GOOD TIME
Jeremy liked the sound of security guard, especially at night where all the action could happen!
The ad said for prospective employees to come by within the next week and fill out an application for the position; Jeremy decided he would go do it that day.
Upon arrival at the pizzeria, Jeremy was greeted once inside the doors by several people who turned out to be prospective employees, but they were all there for different positions.
"Anyone here for the night shift security guard?" Came a voice from upfront.
Jeremy raised his hand and the crowd dispersed to show a man with a name tag that said MIKE SCHMIDT.
"Come this way man!" Jeremy followed Mike Schmidt into a back room, which turned out to be the security room as Jeremy noticed security cameras watching all of the different rooms of the pizzeria.
"Hello guy, in case you haven't noticed by my name tag, my name is Mike Schmidt and I am the day shift security guard here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
"Hey, it's nice to meet you, my name is Jeremy Fitzgerald, and I'm just looking for a job."
"Great! Well you're at the right place then. Now we've been open for several weeks, not long, but we decided that we need a night guard to look over the restaurant."
Mike Schmidt continued to ramble as Jeremy looked around the room that he could be working in in the near future and examines the two giant doors on both sides of the room.
"The animatronics in the first few weeks we've been open have been watching guard over the restaurant at night … But we figured we'd get a security guard who can watch them and the place!"
Jeremy didn't like the idea of just sitting in a room for several hours at a time, but he figured if it paid well, it would be fine with him.
After filling out papers and such, Mike told Jeremy that if he were to be selected, he would need to return in a few days for a tour of the pizzeria and then he would start the job that night at 12AM.
"Hope to see you soon, bud!" Mike said as Jeremy exited the restaurant.
It wasn't too long before Mike called Jeremy back and confirmed with him that he got the job as the night shift security guard!
"That's fantastic sweetie!" Jeremy's mother was ecstatic that her son had landed himself a job!
"I'm gonna be working from midnight to 6 in the morning, it might be tough but from what I've been told the pay will be fine!"
"It better be, you need to find a decent place to live on your own son, you're 21, not 12." Jeremy's father once again reminded his son that the family home was not his permanent sanctuary.
"I'm working on it dad, I gotta go down to the place tomorrow and take a tour of it."
"Sounds good, I hope you like the job." His father said.
"Me too, being a night security guard will sure be interesting."