It was an average afternoon, complete with an average lifestyle. The sun shimmered about the city, bathing all those within its ray in a glorious warmth. But of course, for those indoors, they wouldn't notice a thing. Mike Schmitd was just such a person. Living alone for as long as he has, Mike had learned to adapt to indoor life, but that lifestyle was about to change when he heard a knocking on his apartment door.
Mike staggered out of bed and combed through his messy, blonde hair with his hand, his free hand scratching his lower back as he approached the door. Opening it, he found the casual smile of his old childhood friend, Keith. "Hey man, what's up?" greeted Keith, Mike yawning in response. "Nothing much, still trying to find a job" he responded post-yawn. Mike stepped out of the way to make room and Keith stepped in, taking a seat on the nearby couch while Mike took the newspaper out of the mail slot.
"Man, you've been looking around for a long time, you still haven't found anything good yet?" Keith inquired, crossing his legs across one another as Mike sat down and opened up to the want ads. "Nah, a lot of the stuff here has either been too grueling or didn't pay enough" Mike responded as he scanned the available jobs. "Maybe you should try lowering your standards a bit" Keith said as he took the newspaper, smiling a bit when he found a decent-looking job. "Like this one, for instance" he added soon after, pointing to a rather bizarre-looking job title.
Mike took the paper and took a look at the job Keith was pointing to, raising an eyebrow when he saw it. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Grand Reopening!" Mike read aloud. He looked at Keith for a moment, noting the smug grin that he was giving him, "You think I should work at a family pizzeria?" he questioned, Keith nodding his head slowly.
"Yeah, you remember the place right, we used to go there all the time when we were kids" Keith reminded, the memories of the pizzeria slowly flowing throughout Mike's mind. He certainly enjoyed his time there, whether it was playing with the mascots or hanging out with his friends. Looking closer at the article, Mike noticed that the position in the ad was for a new nightwatchman. He made sure to note the ad as a 'maybe', then moved on to all the others, each of which had requirements that Mike simply wasn't able to fulfill.
Mike sighed and looked back at the Freddy Fazbear ad, smiling internally about getting to work in the place he loved as a child. "Well, looks like I'm going for the night watch then" Mike said, getting a firm smack on the back from his overzealous friends. "That's the spirit!" Keith cheered. Mike just smiled and rolled his eyes, then made his way to the phone. As he dialed the provided number, Mike couldn't help but wonder why it was that a family-owned pizzeria would need a security guard during the night shift, but once the owner picked up on the other line, he tucked that bit under the rug.
One small interview later, and Mike hung up, a firm smile written across his face. "Well, look like the owner wants to meet me for a proper interview, but other than that, I can't say" Mike stated with a slightly contempt tone. Keith merely crossed his arms behind his head and smirked. "Wish me luck" Mike said as he grabbed his coat off the rack. "Don't sweat it, dude, you're a shoe-in" Keith responded as he got up. The two walked out the door and immediately went into separate directions-Keith heading to his own apartment and Mike heading to his car.
Mike got in and started the engine, feeling a bit nervous about the interview, worried over whether or not he had what it took to be the new guard. 'How hard could it be?' he thought as he pulled out of the parking lot.