A/N: Hey guys, I'm Tyler. And this is my first fanfic ever. I'm a die hard FNaF fan (pretty much why I wrote this.) Feedback, favoriting, and following would be appreciated. So anyways, enjoy!
It was November 1987. Jeremy Fitzgerald needed a job, soon. He was losing money, fast, and lived at his parent's apartment. It wasn't any better than living on the streets. The place was moldy and smelled like smoke, and had one queen-sized bed that his parents slept in. He slept next to them, in a sleeping bag covered with holes. They didn't have much food, either. Their refrigerator was dirty and moldy. The food was rotten and spoiled. Jeremy couldn't take it. He was determined to find a job. He didn't care if it was the worst job in the world; he just wanted a job that paid him actual money.
Jeremy was taking a walk down Main St. when he noticed a flyer on a telephone pole. "HELP WANTED FOR FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA", it read. "MONITOR CAMERAS, ENSURE SAFTEY OF EQUIPMENT AND ANIMATRONIC CHARACTERS. $100.50 A WEEK. TO APPLY, CALL 1-800-FAZ-FAZBEAR". Since he was so poor, he didn't have anything to take a picture of it with, so he wrote down everything on a piece of paper that he had with him.
Jeremy ran to the nearest payphone. Thankfully he had the exact amount of change needed for a phone call in his pocket. As he dialed the number, he thought that something would go wrong if he got this job. He just shook it off and put the phone to his ear.
"Hello, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. How may I help you?" the operator said.
"Hi there, I saw your flyer on Main St. and I'm just wondering if I could apply for a job there", said Jeremy.
"Sure," said the operator, "Just come over to us tonight at 8:00 for your uniform, and as long as you're above the age of 18, you got the job."
Jeremy was shocked. He got the job! But he still had that gut feeling that everything wouldn't be alright. Again, he brushed it off and walked home.
Jeremy ran home as fast as he could. He burst through the door with excitement.
"Mom! Dad! I got a job!" he said.
"Are you kidding me?" said his mom.
"No, I'm not kidding! At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! In fact, I'm going there at 8:00 tonight so I could get my uniform!", Jeremy exclaimed. "
"Seriously?", his dad asked.
"Seriously!", Jeremy screamed.
"I- I think I'm going to faint!", said his mom.
"I should rest before I get going. It's a good distance away from here", said Jeremy. "I'll take a nap."
His dad said, "Ok, go get your rest. We'll wake you up when you have to get up and run back over there."
