Chapter 1: You're Fired; You're Hired

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or Five Nights at Freddy's. Those belong to their respective owners.

Stan Marsh's P.O.V:

As I sat down in the Dining Room with a plate of spaghetti in front of me, I thought about how boring my life had become these past few months. Almost every week or month, me and my best friends Kyle, Eric and Kenny would get ourselves involved into some kind of cool, mysterious, or life-threatening adventure. Of course, it wasn't always fun, but hey at least it wasn't boring. But nothing like that has happened in two months. So as everyday passed by, I just had to live my normal life sighing at every moment of boredom there was. I never thought I would actually miss those days when I was merely on the brink of death.

"You okay Stanley? You haven't touched your spaghetti."

I looked up to see my mom giving me a questioning look and worry in her eyes.

"Yes mom, I'm 'perfectly' fine." I replied sarcastically putting some emphasis on the word perfectly. I was hoping that I didn't have to make her know about my current feelings right now. I've been hiding them from her these past few months and I didn't want to instigate her into a long ass conversation with me. But unfortunately for me, my hopes were crushed when she simply shook her head at my response as she placed her fork back down on the placemat.

"Now now Stan, I understand how you have been feeling gloomy these past few months and I also understand how you don't want to talk to anybody about it. But believe it or not, the longer you hold on to those emotions, the worse it gets. So really, what is the matter?" she asked as she rested her arms on the table and wrapped her fingers together. I sighed yet again as I knew that this was going to take a long time to explain all of this to her.

"I just wish that my life wasn't so boring." I said as I drifted out into thought. "I just want my life to be cool and fun and not filled with boredom all the time, you know?"

My mom nodded at my reply to her as she took a bite out of her spaghetti. She held up her pointer finger at me and I waited for her to finish chewing before she swallowed her food and sighed.

"Look Stanley, I know how you always want to start up an adventure with your friends and such, but I just can't allow it. I can't see my poor boy get himself involved into some major crisis that strikes the entire town." She said.

"First of all, I'm not the one who starts those. That's mostly Eric. And second, I happen to like those adventures. Sure it involves the entire town of South Park but so what? They're just going to have to deal with it." I said shrugging my shoulders in the process.

"Stanley Marsh! Out of all the things I have had to discuss with you about, this is probably the most ridiculous thing I have heard from you in my life!" She exclaimed.

"Oh really mom? You want me to prove you otherwise?" I asked while giving her a smirk on my face.

"You should stop toying with mother Stan." Another voice said to my right.

I groaned at the voice as I turned my body towards my seemingly annoying little sister, Shelly. Shelly was currently wearing a grayish-white shirt and pink pants. She has shoulder-length, messy brown hair with bangs and an orthodontic head gear. She had a mouthful of spaghetti in her mouth as she slurped it all up getting a bit of the sauce on her mouth. "You should also stop being such a turd." She added.

"Well maybe you should stop being a little bully to me and actually show me some respect!" I yelled at her clearly not caring about my "indoor voice".

"I am not a bully to you!" She yelled back glaring at me.

"Yes you are!" I taunted at her.

"No I'm not!" She taunted back.

We continued to bicker like this for a few minutes before our mother finally had enough as she screamed our names out and slammed her hands on the table.

"Stop it! Both of you!" She yelled as she accusingly pointed at both of us. "Now is not the time to start an argument! We have other things to worry about. Like why Stan is acting like this."

I groaned again after she said that last sentence. Of course she was going to keep this up. She would never let down a conversation until things are tip top shape for her. Then yet again, I have been getting a bit cranky with my family lately. Maybe I'm just overeating to much. Yeah, that's it. I'm overreacting.

"I'm sorry mom." I said with sorrow in my time. "Maybe I'm just overreacting a little."

My mom smiled at me after my apology just before I looked down at my lap.

"Apology accepted Stan." She said as she dug back into her spaghetti. "You might want to eat your spaghetti before it gets to cold." She added.

"Oh crap!" I exclaimed as I quickly picked up my fork and started to shove every last bit of spaghetti into my mouth.

After a minute of shoving, swallowing and minor choking, I finally finished my plate and excused myself from the table along with everybody else.

As mom started to throw away the remainders of spaghetti and meat sauce into the sink, I suddenly remembered about dad and how he might want to have some.

"Don't you think Dad is going to want some?" I asked.

Mom hesitated for a little while before dumping all of the remainders into the sink and rinsed it all away into the drain.

"No Stanley, he probably ate at the food court in the mall. She replied.

I nodded at her response and then started to walk towards my room. My dad had gotten himself a job at the South Park mall just before Black Friday, which just so happened to be our last adventure. Soon enough, after Black Friday had passed away, dad decided to stick with the job at the mall as the leader of all of the employees that worked there. Usually whenever he came home, he had gotten himself a snack or two at the food court. Although sometimes, when he hadn't gotten a snack there and mom had thrown all of the dinner remains away, he would then get himself a snack from the pantry in the kitchen and then go to his bedroom to sleep. He used to go to the Living Room to watch the food channel but mom, after learning about what he did, blocked every single food channel there was, including the dessert channel, which left dad to sluggishly walk/crawl to his bed every night.

As soon as I got to my room, I took off my clothes and put on my Terrance and Phillip themed P.J's before crawling to bed and going to sleep hoping that something exciting would be right around the corner.

Sharon Marsh's P.O.V:

"Oh yes, that looks wonderful." I said to myself as I flipped through the pages of the magazine I was reading.

"Oh yeah, that is one sexy bikini." I said to myself again. "Maybe I should go buy it. Everybody would be so jealous." I was then interrupted by a knocking on the bedroom door.

"Come in!" I shouted at whoever was knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal a tall slim man with thick black hair, parted bangs, and a thick black mustache. The man wore a blue shirt with chest pockets on each side with his left-side pocket holding a yellow, red, and blue pen with a pocket protector. Under his jacket he wore a white shirt and dark gray trousers.

"Hi Randy." I said to my husband before looking back down to continue reading my magazine.

Randy didn't even reply or give me any sign that he heard my question as he went to his drawer and got his deep blue pajamas. He then went into the bathroom and shut the door once he got in there. I then heard the rushing sound of water which told me that Randy was taking a shower. I took this time to continue reading my magazine and wait until Randy was finished taking a shower so I could talk to him about Stan. Once Randy was finished, he walked out of the bathroom, now wearing his pajamas, and crawled into bed right next to me.

"So Randy, how was the mall?" I asked him wanting to know about his day before I talked about Stan.

"I don't want to talk about it." He grunted in annoyance as he turned his body away from me.

I sighed knowing that telling him about Stan might take a long while. "Randy. What happened?" I asked in a calming gesture.

Randy then turned his body towards me rather slowly as I could see his angry face. "Ugh, fine. I got fired. Happy?" He groaned. Boy was he acting just like Stanley tonight.

"YOU GOT FIRED?!" I yelled in frustration as I realized that the kids were sleeping and quickly slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Yeah, unfortunately I wasn't the 'leader' of the entire mall. Just the security guards. The manager of the mall thought that I wasn't any useful for the mall security despite the fact that I saved the mall from total destruction on Black Friday. So just a few hours ago, he called me up to his office and handed me my termination slip." He explained with mixed emotions.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry." I said as I gave him a tight hug. "We'll look for a job for you tomorrow."

He then smiled as I let him go from the hug. "Thanks Sharon, I'm glad to have you as my wife."

"And I'm glad to have you as my husband." I replied back giving him a kiss on the forehead. I then remembered about Stan and how I wanted to talk to Randy about it.

"Randy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you about Stanley?" I asked.

"Okay, what did he do this time?" He said rolling his eyes and flopping his head onto the pillow.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. He just hasn't been acting like himself ever since Black Friday ended." I explained hoping he would get to what I was thinking about Stanley.

"He probably just wants to have a little adventure with his friends." Randy suggested as he sat back up.

"He does Randy, but everytime he goes on one, it puts our little boy in terrible danger!" I exclaimed softly.

"Not all the time. He sometimes just hangs out in the Cartman's backyard and uses his imagination. So why not let him do that?" Randy reminded me as he then went to sleep. That was true. Stan DID play in the backyard with his friends beforehand, but I haven't let him be on his own after Black Friday. Maybe I should let him be on his own. See how it goes. Then hopefully, he'll turn into my perfect little angel I always wanted.

Agreeing with my thoughts, I turned the lamp off on the table next to the bed and crawled inside the covers to go to sleep.

The Next Morning:

Randy Marsh's P.O.V:

I sat down at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of me looking at the jobs section in the newspaper. I was particularly looking for a simple and easy job that I wouldn't get myself fired to quickly. I took a bite out of my cereal and scrolled down all of the 'Help Wanted' listings, circling certain jobs that I would like.

Three minutes later I finally came down with my suggestion that seemed like the perfect suggestion for me. It was a restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I remember going to that place as a kid and I always seemed amazed with the animatronics that roamed the restaurant. I also remember all of their names; Freddy Fazbear, the animatronic bear who was the lead singer of the Fazbear Band, Bonnie the Bunny, the animatronic bunny who was the guitarist in the Fazbear Band, Chica the Chicken, the animatronic chicken who was the backup singer to Freddy Fazbear in the Fazbear Band, and finally, Foxy the Pirate, the animatronic fox who told stories and did shows at Pirates Cove.

I sighed as I recalled the memorable moments that had happened there in my childhood. It will be great to see my childhood friends again. But anyways, what the advertisement had to say was:

HELP WANTED

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for a security guard to work the nightshift. 12 AM to 6 AM.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.

To apply call:

1-800-FAZ-FAZBEAR

Now then I mention it again, I noticed how it had said "Not responsible for injury/dismemberment". What did it mean by that? Surely people didn't get hurt during this job? Right? Maybe somebody just scraped themselves or gave themselves a heart attack because they were scared of the dark. I finally came to the conclusion that it was a(n) error/typo in the advertisement and that I had nothing to worry about.

After finishing my cereal, I grabbed my car keys and went to my car since I had already gotten dressed. I turned the engine on, drove out of the driveway, and started to drive to the place of my desire.

Later…

I had arrived at the restaurant at about 10:00 AM since our family lived uptown and the restaurant was downtown. I got out of the car and took my time to capture in what had happened to the restaurant all of these years. The paint on the building looked like it hadn't been repainted in a long time as it was all chipped and missing its dynamic color.

I walked inside and I immediately winced as I heard the screams and shouts of children running loosely and wildly around the building like they could do whatever they wanted to do. I walked up to the nearest employee I could find which just so happened to be at the front desk. The employee at the front desk was a woman with blonde hair wrapped into a ponytail and blue eyes. She wore a gray shirt with a name tag on it saying 'My name is Caroline' and blue jeans.

"Hi, welcome to F-Freddy Fazbear's P-P-Pizzeria, would you like m-me to schedule a table for you?" She asked rather nervously as if she felt uneasy.

"Ummmm. No thanks, I'm actually seeing if the nightguard job is still available." I replied trying to not make her anymore nervous. "And I'm not going to hurt you, so you can stop being so nervous." I added.

But the woman shook her head and said, "Oh no sir, I-It's not you at all. It's s-s-something el-else. But to answer y-your question, a-all job entries are o-over there." She pointed to a door behind me to my left which said 'Manager's Office'.

"Okay then, thanks." I said as I walked away from her and stopped in front of the manager's office. Since I didn't want to be rude, I knocked on the door and waited for a response.

"Yes?" Someone said from the other side.

I opened the door to reveal a small office with nothing more than a desk placed at the far end of the room. Sitting at the desk was a man who almost looked exactly like Randy, only that he wore different clothes and that he didn't have a mustache. "May I help you?" He asked in a deep voice placing his elbows on the messy desk in front of him.

"Yes sir, you may. I was just wondering if the nightguard job here was still available." I asked hoping that it still was.

"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?" He replied. I did an imaginary arm pump in my head as I was getting one step closer to earning myself that job.

"I was wondering if I could have it?" I asked again pleading to the Lord that he says yes.

He gave a strangely large smile as he jumped out of his chair, moved over to me and shook my hand rather fast.

"Yes you can Mr…" He paused.

"Randy Marsh."

"Thanks." He said. "Mr. Marsh, you're hired!"

Well that was fast. Hi everybody! Scroll down like a hare if you just don't care.

So this is my first crossover story and first EVER story that I plan on continuing to the end. The other story I was working on was deleted by me because I didn't want to finish it. Now hopefully, you don't have to worry about it for this story. (I say hopefully because of too many flames) On another note, If I got any of the characters personalities wrong, then please tell me. I'm not allowed to watch South Park anymore but I was able to catch a few episodes from the show. So thanks for listening (If you did) and leave a review if you want me to know your opinion or something like that.