(A/N) This FNaF FanFic will be from P.O.V and featuring my own OC; Gale Mathers. If anyone wants to submit an Original OC just leave it in the review section and I will see where I can add them.
Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon owns Five Nights at Freddy's I own nothing but this story. This is my second FanFic so I still suck. P_P
Prologue
"Gale Thomsan Mathers! What is this?" my Dad says with an angry fashion, "It's just a credit card bill." I reply "A $115 dollar bill! You know your limit Gale!" He yells waving it around, "I don't have that kind of money Dad!" I debate, "Then go get a job Godammit!" He screams as he points to my room. I storm off in a terrible mood, I grab a newspaper and go up the hard wooden stairs. I sit at my desk with a red marker and start skimming through the countless dating, home and second-hand ads, "Good God, the ONE time I need job ads!" I think to myself. After about 5 minutes I find an ad for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, which says; HELP WANTED! Family Pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12am-6am. Monitor camera, ensure safety of equipment & animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/death. $120 a week. To apply call; 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR. "$120 dollars per week! That's just enough for that bill to pay off, plus a little extra for myself!" I happily say to myself, I circle the ad with a red, nearly crimson marker. I walk out of my room and towards my Dad who has seemed too calmed down a lot. He is drinking a full strength, double-caf cappuccino, no milk. I say to him, "Dad, I'm going to apply for a job. I'm gonna take your car too." I say walking to our wooden door. Dad simply replies, "Alright, what is it?" Dad questions, "Oh, just a nightshift." I say as I grab the car keys to my Dads 1998 Honda Prelude. When I'm about to leave my Dad says; "Get some sleep!", "Alright!" I say back. I start the car and drive off to Freddy's, I then remember about 'The Incident'. I forget about that and drive through Massillon, Ohio. I find Freddy's and park right up the front. A few kids run through the door with the parents trying to catch up to them, I hold the door open for them as the parents say; "Thank you young lady!" "No problem!" I reply with a genuine smile. I walk into the pizzeria, and good God it smelled terrible, it was like stale pizza, vomit and a faint smell of blood. "Kate…" I say, remembering those horrible memories. I look over and see the three main animatronics; Freddy singing 'Are you sleeping?' Bonnie playing the Bass Guitar and Chica giving out pizza. They all stood about 5 foot 13 and singing I look at all the kids enjoying pizza and the animatronics, I then see Foxy, I hate him with all my heart for what he's done. "Hello and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, how can I help you?" says the male receptionist with a smile, "Oh hi…" I look over and look at his nametag, it reads Mike Schmitt, he was about 6 foot 1, average build, and a Hazel Caesar hairstyle,"…Mike Schmitt, I'm here for the nightshift." I say, "Oh great! We need some more staff here." Mike says he presses a buzzer, "The assistant-manager will be here soon," Mike says, "Ok, thanks, have you had another position other than this?" I question, "Yeah, I was just the night guard but I got demoted." Mike said with a suspicious tone, like he was hiding something, "How did you…"I say when the assistant-manager comes down, "So Mike, is this our new applicant?" he asks, "Yeah, Oh I never caught your name." exclaims Mike with an awkward look on his face. "Gale, Gale Mathers" I say with a little chuckle. The assistant manager extends his hand, "The names Fitzgerald, Jeremy Fitzgerald." Jeremy says as I shake his hand. He looked about 36, 6 foot 4, balding, I mean thinning black hair We walk towards Jeremy's office, to say the least it was a pretty crummy office; it was a small room with white walls, a simple timber desk, covered with files and a computer on it, there was a black swivel chair, the room had one window and in front of me was a wooden chair. Jeremy sits on the swivel chair and points to the wooden chair, I take a seat. The interview was your basic interview; asking about school life, personal details, that sort of thing, until Jeremy said that one question; "Has your family had any incidents here?" Jeremy asked, I winced at the question, "Um, yeah sort of…" I say nervously, "The bite?" Jeremy asked, he knew, "Yeah, the bite" I'm about to cry. "I just need to understand what my employee's problems are like so that we have a healthy situation here, OK" Jeremy says with the upmost concern, "So you want me to tell you?" I question, "Yeah" Jeremy says. A/N alright first chapter of Fox Blood, just so you know, I will accept OC's just leave a review. Also, the next chapter will be about the bite of 87', Foxy. I do know that Fredbear does it but I like Foxy's so don't be going; "It's the bite of 83', Fredbear does it! Blah, Blah, Blah. So hope all your bacon is good bacon, and I will catch you next time! :D