Freddy Fazbear's fun-castle: Prologue
My name is Charles Plumblethorpe.
I work at Freddy Fazbear's fun-castle. It is the worst job in the world, and I don't know why people still go there, let alone enjoy going there. I work here because I am a complete manchild with no friends. Why? Well, I am a collector. A collector of the esteemed Pop!-Vinyl figurines. These expensive, plastic Knick-Knacks are my life. I also like anime. Like it so much, in fact, that I filled my car to the brim with figures, plushies and pillows to the point where my car had become an Otakumobile™.
You could say, at 27, my life is a wreck.
So one day, I was perusing the Internet, and was about to buy my Grown-self some children's toys, when, I realised I was poor and needed money. So naturally, I spent my last $2 on a newspaper and went to look at the Job listings. Unfortunately for me, nearly all the listings had this: "No men-children please. We need real people."
This was discrimination. It was a crime against my people. But I needed a job, so I stopped giving a damn. Luckily for me, there was one job which accepted me:
"FREDDY FAZBEAR'S FUN-CASTLE
HELP WANTED.
PLEASE COME AND LOOK AFTER OUR KILLER EVIL DEATHROBOTS.
ANYONE CAN BE HIRED, AS YOU WILL PROBABLY DIE HORRIBLY.
YOU WILL GET $120 DOLLARS."
It looked perfect. I jumped into my Otakumobile ™ and drove there to ask about the job.