One More Reason Why- Chapter 1: Doomed from the start

The barren flights of stairs started to get old. Why did I buy the highest one? Finally reaching the top, hearing shouts and complaining below me. The gray walls making me think that I am in an insane asylum. Oh wait! I am! I put the rusty key in the hole and turn. The son of a bitch getting stuck half way through.

Great…

I literally bought the shittiest place in town. Thanks Mom! Tch… After a lot of effort the door swings open. Half expecting a naked old man jacking it inside. The room was… let's just say… underdeveloped. It had missing patches of puke yellow on the wall, leaving it with a distasteful gray. No furniture other than an iron board. A dusty open window and a toilet at the side, hidden well with a door with a pumpkin sized hole on it. Good ol' 1987 Florida. I shut the door and didn't bother to lock it. Man what a hell hole. No Bed, no couch, no freakin' gazebo.

I step on something getting in. Mail…? Wow. This apartment is surprising me so much… It might give me a heart attack. Sadly that would be too good news. It wasn't a letter but a crudely done leaflet. I read the text, talking myself through it.

"Join Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in there amazing and fun parties. Including Bonnie!" I started to give my opinions on the robots. "Never been laid. Not with that ass face." I snickered.

"Chica!" I held my head in my hand for a little bit. "The definition of a whore if I have ever seen one." I put my hand on my mouth, giggling.

"Annnnnnnd Freddy!" Putting real emphasis on that one. "The king of stupid. Hehe." I laugh awkwardly at my own joke, realizing that it wasn't really that good. "I could have done better…"

I stand awkwardly and then rip the leaflet in half and throw it on the floor without any care. "Sadly this is the best I can do with my time." I muttered.

"Fitzgerald!" I swear the ground shook. The shout was loud enough to stop the others below me to stop talking. He tried to use a key but then he realized it was open. He stormed in. Being all defensive looking, like I was gonna kill him.

"Where's my rent?" He said, somewhat out of breath. I reach into my back left jean pocket and pull out a faux leather wallet. I opened it and pulled out 200 bucks. "Wasn't rent on Friday? I have literally just come in for the first time." I said, hesitating before giving it to him.

The bald bastard with a long black beard then huffed, "Today is Friday." I swung my head back and laughed and then I went back to the normal position. "I mean next Friday… You know… End of the month?"

"Don't get lippy with me boy. Give me the money." He stepped forward, about to take the money. I backed away. "Why this Friday Rick?" I said in a mocking tone. "Needed a wig or two?"

"I'll let that one slide if you don't say anything and give me the money now." He reached out again. This time his face was angry. He wanted to kill me, I could tell. I slapped the money on his hand. "This is bull man. Bull…" I told him, frustrated. Putting the wallet back in my back pocket.

"It's a pleasure mister Jeremy Fitzgerald." He grinned and walked away, slamming the door. With this asshole, life savings are only not gonna cut it. I'll make sure to save money for flight tickets back to Connecticut. I'd hate to bite the bullet but I'm gonna have to for my own survival if things go aerie. Man, life is a killer. Money this… Money that…. Damn I need a job… I knew I needed one before I came here, but… pressure is seeping now.

I sat on the floor, next to my ironing board and ripped leaflet. 1700 bucks left. That'll be gone next month with how much crap I have to buy, such as chairs. Plus rent, food, rent again probably and some left over for a plane ticket. The flight of shame, I shall deem it.

I look at the mocking face of the bear on the leaflet. "You guys are lucky. You don't have to deal with this shit. You'll be laughing in the end." I got up and closed the drafty window, the sun setting. It actually was functioning. The noisy neighbors start laughing and swearing.

My Mom pissing me off, my Uncle kicking me out, the crying baby on the plane, leaving my bags in the taxi, basically bullied into paying money and this amazing apartment. It can only go up.

I lay down on the floor after a long day. The clearly not cleaned floor providing as much comfort as it can. "Sweet Dreams Jeremy Fitzgerald." After a while, despite not having a bed or any quiet. I start to go into slumber.

'Come to me Jeremy. I need you… the band needs you… You're the main star in this little performance that me and my friends have made for you… Come to your predator like a good little lamb.' A slightly robotic voice starts to laugh.

Day After

A wake up straight away. It was morning. That was weird. I didn't pee myself but it felt real. No idea what that was but it certainly was persuading me to never sleep again. After a crack on my back, certainly not healthy for a nineteen year old. I get up. The dream already forgotten as I forgot to lock the door. "God dammit…" I was lucky. Someone could have crept in and took my ironing board. I now know the importance of doors and why they should be closed. I brush myself off and open the unlocked door and went outside, locking the door this time with much unneeded effort.

Later

I go back to the building after getting a newspaper for jobs. Still feeling rough. I ruffled my out grown brown hair. I open the lobby door and looked down and yawned. Then I nearly fall over from something grabbing me by the waist. "What the hell…" I say loudly in retaliation. A child in a red shirt and brown shorts is hugging me. Upon investigation at the child. It was my smiling little brother. "I haven't seen you in over a year Jerry!" Yeah I lived at my uncles for over a year, until the pool table incident.

"Frankie, what the hell are you doing here? How did you even find me?" He backed away. "You left your flight times on the note pad you keep in your shoe box as well as the hotel address number. I'm smarter than I look big bro!" he said in the innocent voice he always has. I put my hand on my face, slapping my face with the newspaper and then quickly switched hand, hoping he did not notice.

"I left those at Uncle Stan's! You're such a stalker Frank, Jesus… I take it my Mom dragged you along when I left to get the story. That's when you snooped in my room." He nodded violently. "Yeah… It was still hard finding you. Getting transport was easy though. The whole 'I've lost my mommy!' trick works every time. " Evil genius…

"Still… Why are you here?" I ask him, crossing my arms. "I've always wanted to go to Florida with my big brother! We can go to Disney Land or… or… Freddy's!" He said with a gawking mouth wide open while he spoke, a glisten in his eyes.

"This isn't a vacation Frankie. You can get killed out here! Go home!" I boomed at him, the other scruffy residents standing in the small lobby, raising an eyebrow and gawking themselves. "I got your bag back from the taxi driver, seems we used the same taxi firm and since we had the same surname… I could give you this bag…" He spun the bag I had in front of me.

I gave up and shrugged. "A week only. I don't want the police looking for missing children and my mom coming here." He grinned. "I'll take it." Rolling the wheeled bag in front of me. I swipe the handle off him.

"Hope you enjoy stairs…" I said. Lifting the heavy bag up the stairs. The lobby residents start to whisper to themselves as I make my way up. My brother followed.

One Minute and Thirty Seconds Later

"These stairs…" I panted as I got up the stairs. Putting my hands on my knees and giving the key to Frankie. "Open the door dude." He opens the door easily, how the hell does he do these things? He then looks inside. "What the hell…" He said grimly. "What the heck is this?" He waved out his hand, highlighting the shit hole.

"Life Savings." I said. I waved the newspaper. "That's why I am getting job listings." He swiped the newspaper out of my hand and sat down, reading and scanning it like an old man. I lock the door, proving to be a task, clenching my teeth in growing frustration at the little things.

I looked over. Frankie instantly running towards me, pointing to a job listing, "This one! This one!" I look at the pay before anything else. "Minimum Wage… God dammit…" Then I look at the picture.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria... Got anything else?" I just ignored the job offer. "Come on Jerry! It's Freddy's!" He said, getting all ruffled up. "Besides… You need experience for the others…" I frowned and looked at the ripped leaflet that still remains and shook my head.

"You furry bastard…"

"You can pick between Day and Night shift!" He was excited, he knew I had to take this job. "Day shift. Night shift will just make my day even worse." He opened his mouth wide and then somewhat squealed.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! My big brother is gonna work at Freddy's!" I debunk him. "I might not get it yet." He shook his head. "It's destiny big brother." What a load of baloney. It's just the world trying to be ironic. I will admit world. I am ornery right now.

"It's around the corner. You can go now! They are open on Saturdays." I looked at myself, Not exactly an interview worthy attire. Wearing a black jacket with 'Metallica' on it. "I'll go to a clothes store first." I said, agreeing.

He held out his hand. "I'll buy furniture in the meantime." I got out my wallet again and gave him 500 bucks. "Go nuts." My swollen wallet getting less and less. 1200 left. Am I really banking my future on a job that pays minimum wage? God dammit I might as well…

I told him. "Hire someone to take the stuff up for you." He nodded. "Will do!" As I was about to exit the door I realized that I only have one key.

"I'll wait for you in the lobby if you have not come back yet, if you come before me, use this." I throw the key and he catches. He smiled in response. It's weird how me and him can be a great team. "Alright! See ya later!" I left the apartment. Going to my first job interview…

Later

After obtaining a button up shirt and a pair of black trousers, I walk into Freddy's. With a bag with my old clothes. The door making a jingle when I go inside. Children were laughing and running around while the robots from the poster were singing out of tune. "Geez…" This atmosphere was getting to me.

I saw an employee moping the floor. "Hey dude. I'm here to find the boss." The employee wearing a ridiculous outfit tutted. "He's never here. But head security is here… Are you here for the Night shift opening?"

I waved my hands. "No no no... I am here for the Day shift opening." He chuckled. "Too late bro someone already got it this morning." Typical.

"Night shift is still available though." I weighed my options and decided… "Fuck it. Where's head security?" The guy directs me to a room with his mop. "In that room." I thanked him with a "Thanks."

He the grabbed my shoulder as I was walking away. "Personally dude… It's not worth it." He said in an eerie voice. I shrugged my shoulder and walked away. Looking at the robots as I go past. The bear turns its eye to my direction and started to follow my path to the office while 'singing'. The children were not looking so I gave him the finger. Just as I did it… I swear… The bear winks at me. Sending shivers down my spine. "I'm getting regrets already." I muttered.

The room had no doors. It was a big hallway leading to it. A man was sitting in the chair. Oddly there was two big vents at the side of the office. He was doing paperwork, muttering to himself until he noticed my presence. "Oh. He-Hello! Hello!" He raised himself from the chair very sudden and I backed away a little. He virtually ran towards me and grabbed my hand and shook it. He was tall and had brown hair like mine. His eyes were half open all the time like he was tired. But they were still big and blue. Wearing a security uniform, hat and a nice hat. He looked slim… But his grip was oddly strong.

"You here for the opening!?" He seemed excited and somewhat loud. "Yeah I am… I didn't need to get an appointment did I?" He rubbed the back of his head in an instant and then puts it down, smiling. "Oh no! You don't need to! I can do it right now Mr…?"

"Fitzgerald. Jeremy Fitzgerald. But you can call me Jerry if you want." He seemed to get a burst of excitement. "L-Like the mouse! Like that mouse with the cat! Umm…. Tom and Jerry!" I joking smile, "Haven't been called that one before." He laughs in a slightly weird tone.

"You're… You are like the mouse that gets that cat with the hammer! You- I mean he was my favorite character." He said. He then stood there for a few seconds and then ran back to his chair. "Sit down please Jerry!" I sit down at the opposite side of the desk, a bit nervous.

"My name is Adam Quinn! I am head security. I'm… Not that threatening of a boss, don't worry…" He then places his elbows on the desk and put his hands into an arch. Looking at me. "Let's see what you are made of…" He said, focusing his stare on me.

-Static. Wait for Part two-

Few! That's done. Please review if you have time :. Also it's worth saying that I am not American and there might be British terms in there. Sorry if that bothers you. Please enjoy this and further installments.