This is the start of the story. It will be rated K+, but it might be moved to T. Depends on how I write the rest. Anyway, leave your reviews if you want. They're always appreciated! :)

I'm not too scared of horror games. They've never been my thing; I didn't like playing them. But I'm not scared of them. They're not real. Why should I be afraid of some fictional character or characters? Sure, some could make me jump, or perhaps even slightly yelp, but they just don't scare me too much.

So when I found out about this game going around by the name of Five Nights at Freddy's, I decided to give it a shot. Needless to say, it wasn't a dream-haunter. Of course, if I were in that situation, I'd be scared out of my mind. But I wasn't. It's not real. I didn't understand why people are so scared of it. I really loved the game, though; it had nice graphics, an original idea, and it was very challenging.

My parents couldn't stop pestering me to get a job somewhere. I knew it was true. How am I supposed to support myself later in life? I needed some sort of occupation. We would look everywhere for suitable jobs that an 18-year-old can get.

My phone started ringing in my pocket, and I picked it up to see who it was. I sighed. My mom was calling me again, no doubt to suggest somewhere I could work for. All of her suggestions were crazy. I wanted to be something simple, like a bagger at a grocery store or a fast food worker. This was just to get the experience of being a worker. My mom disagreed with my idea nonetheless, saying things like: "They go easy on you there," or, "Those aren't real jobs." I knew she was right. I guess my problem was that my own stubbornness wasn't leaving me any options. I prepared myself for this week's crazy suggestion and answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked, "What is it?"

"I found the perfect job for you while reading the newspaper this morning. You won't believe it!" Mom answered.

"And that is?"

"It's this new pizza place that just opened up last week. They need a security guard to watch over the place at night. It's the perfect job for you! It shouldn't require too much effort. Sit in a room and check to see if anything bad is happening. Sounds perfect for you, and I say that for reasons you should know. And you know what they pay you?"

I was mildly surprised. The job didn't sound too bad. "How much?" I asked.

"$100.50 a week!" Mom replied.

I was definitely going to get this job. "Sounds awesome! What's the place called?"

After a long pause, she replied to me, "It's just like that game you played. It's called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."