Night One: The Newspaper
Friday, 3:48 pm
"Flop!" I heard from outside.
I peeked out the door to see a boy riding away on his bike, his basket full of newspaper. To my surprise, I saw one outside of my door as well.
I bent over and picked up the bundle of joy, as I scrambled inside.
I ran past my Keaton, and he looked up at me curiously.
As he jumped up onto the couch, I started to open the paper which held useless ads, and dumb job propisitions. All, but one, which caught my eye.
"HELP WANTED
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Family pizzaria looking for security guard to work nightshift. 12 am to 6 am.
Moniter cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
$120 a week. To apply call;
1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR"
"Think we should apply, buddy?" I asked my Keaton.
"Squeak!" He answered, enthusiasticly.
"Great! Let's check our wallet..." I peeked inside my wallet, which seemed to only pertain of flies.
"Heh, heh! Guess we really DO need it!" I replied.