Chapter 1: Zim's New Job

It was the same every day.

Sixteen year old Zim would be sitting in his voot cruiser, disguised as a Honda, watching as other students from high school entered their own vehicles to drive off to their new after school jobs.

Everybody seemed to have an after school job. Fishtoes had a job, Keef had a job. Hell, even that stupid human, Dib, had a job working at the shelter. Zim, however, did not have an after school job... At least, not yet.

You see, lately, Zim's been feeling a bit left out in the independence of having a job. He's been lately looking at the help wanted add in the local newspaper and found a job that seemed promising.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Help Wanted

In need of a night guard from 12 am to 6 am.

$120 a week

Employee must spend at least five nights guarding before can quit or pay a debt on power.

It seemed like a promising job. $120 just for sitting on his butte staring at screens? Who would turn down an offer like that? Not Zim as he drove up to the restaurant.

As Zim walked in through the front doors, children scattered all around him, playing in the kids zone and singing along with the animatronics.

Zim stared at the animatronics. There was a purple rabbit in a bowtie playing the guitar. There was a yellow chicken (or was it a duck?) holding a cupcake and wearing a bib that said "Let's Eat". And in between the two was a brown bear wearing a top hat, singing into a microphone.

Zim looked towards a section of the restaurant that seemed closed off, Pirates Cove.

There was a curtain with a sign saying " Out Of Order" in front. The curtain was partially open, and Zim could make out a pirate fox standing behind, seeming to stare into his soul.

A shiver ran down Zim's spine. Something about that fox seemed a bit off.

"Hello, can I help you?" Zim jumped and spun around to the voice.

There was a man in purple standing behind him. He had large blue eyes, brown hair, and a name tag saying "Hello, I Am Scott Cawthon".

" Um," Zim shook his head clear. "Yeah, um, I'd like to apply for the job as a night guard."

"Really, are you sure?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, please " Zim nodded. "I need an after school job."

"Alright then." Scott shrugged. "It's your life. And, fortunately, you get the job."

"Really?" Zim rose an eyebrow. "No interview or anything?"

"Kid, that help wanted add was in the paper for about a week now." Scott rolled his eyes. "You're the first person to come for the job. So yeah, you get the job."

"Um, ok, cool." Zim shook his head clear of shock. "Um, when do I start?"

"Your shift starts tonight." Scott answered. "Be here at 11:55 and get to your office. Listen to the recordings that I left on the phone for you, alright."

"Yeah, sure." Zim agreed.

"Great, see ya' tonight." Scott smiled as he left.

Zim stood there in complete shock, not believing that he got the job that easily. Something fishy was going on, Zim could feel it as he left the restaurant. But as he left, he failed to notice all four of the animatronics staring at him.