Chapter 1
I walked into the place I have loved since I was 6. I looked around. Kids were running around laughing, dancing, eating the pizza, generally enjoying themselves. I went to the front counter. There was a man there. He looked like a security guard. He had on a uniform that resembled a steel color. His name was Mike. "H-Hello?" I said from the other end of the counter. Mike looked up from his phone. "Hello. Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. What can I help you with?" He said politely. I smiled at him and spoke. "I would like to apply for your night guard shift. I saw your ad in the paper, so I decided to see if it was open," "Ah, yes. That is still available. You want to talk to Mr. Fitzgerald. He's in his office. Follow me," Mike stood and walked out from behind the counter. He went through a dark gray door labeled 'Employees only'. I followed Mike until we reached a glass door with a dark oak frame. Mike knocked on the glass. "Boss, I have a man here asking about the night shift," "Okay, send him in. Thank you, Mike," "Yes sir," Mike smiled and left. I walked into his office. It was a fairly large office with two comfy looking chairs set to one side of a mahogany desk. The desk had a calendar on it filled out with dates. I presumed they were dates for parties and such. "Hello, Mr. Fitzgerald. I'm James," I said, standing next to one of the seats. The large swivel seat spun around slowly. A tall, fit man sat in it. He had dark brown hair, wore nice glasses, and was in a three piece suit. "Hello, James. You seem to have learned my name. I am Scott Fitzgerald, but you can just call me Scott. So, what brings you here?" "I was looking to apply for the night shift," "Ah yes. Tell me, why do you want this job?" "I need a job, and I've known this place from since I was a child. My parents used to take me here every year on my birthday. I loved it here. The food, the games, even the animatronics. I feel safe here, for some reason," "Ah, so you have a history here. Well I'm glad you know the place, because you now have a job. Welcome to the family, James," I looked at Scott in disbelief. He was willing to hire me on the spot, even without a resume. He handed me a suit, just like Mike's. "T-Thank you, sir! I can work tonight, if you need," "That'll do just fine. I'll see you here at closing. We lock up at 7:30, sharp. Don't be late," I stood, uniform in hand. "Goodbye, James," "Goodbye, sir,"
I left with a skip in my step and a smile on my face. Mike saw me walk out with my suit. "So, he hired you for the job?" "Yep! Since I came here as a kid, he knew I had a good history with this place, so he gave me the job," Mike smiled. "I see you here tonight, then. You might want to get some sleep before coming here. Or at least stock up on coffee and energy drinks. You'll need 'em for the first couple of days," I nodded to Mike as I walked out. I got my helmet on and hopped on my dirt bike. I had a Honda. It wasn't much, but since it was street legal, it was my transport around town. I drove back home after stopping by the gas station and buying some Monsters and Red Bulls. "Plan on an all nighter, James?" The clerk said as he rang up my stuff. His name was Chris. He was a good friend of mine. "Nah, bro. I have a graveyard shift, so I'm gonna need it," Chris laughed. "Dude, why the graveyard shift?" "Only opening," I grabbed my things and left a twenty on the counter. "See ya," I heard him chuckle to himself after I left. I got on my bike, putting my drinks in my backpack. I drove home, and when I did, I found my dad with a Budweiser in hand, watching a baseball game. My dad was a nice, good hearted, hard working man. He was about 6'4" with a good build to him. "Hey, dad. I'm home," I said, setting my keys and helmet on the table by the front door. "Hey, James. How'd it go?" He asked "I now have a job, but it's graveyard shift, so Imma get some sleep beforehand, k?" "Okay, also you might need-" I held up the bag of drinks. "Got 'em right here," My dad laughed. "I knew you were smart," He went back to watching his game. I walked into the kitchen to put my things in the fridge. My mother was cooking lunch for herself and Dad. "Hey, Mom," I gave her a hug. "Hi, sweetie. So, how was the interview? Did you get the job?" "The interview went fine, and yes I did get the job. One thing though. It's graveyard shift, so I need some sleep," My mom smiled. She was about 5'6". She was a fit woman, who has done her share of work. She smiled as I walked down the hall into my room. I opened my door. It was a plain white door with some damage to it when I was younger. I was an angry child. My dad understood why I was like this. He was the same. My mom thought is was just me being mad about punishments. Al bet, that did contribute, I didn't handle bad news well. I dropped my backpack on the floor. My room was relatively clean. I had my closet door off its hinges because we couldn't find the pins for it. I had a telescope I got for my twelfth birthday. It had mostly dust and clothes on it. I kinda wanted to continue playing video games on my Xbox, but I knew I needed the rest. I set my phone to go off at 11:00 p.m. I got into some sweats and didn't bother putting on a shirt. I fell asleep to my dad cheering and mom laughing at him, I think.