I sighed as I ran a hand through my long, brown, curly hair. I was practically broke and I needed to find a way to get money- and quick. I sighed again in defeat. I kept on reading though, and something caught my eye.
HELP WANTED
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.
12am to 6am.
Monitor camera, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
$120 a week.
To apply call:
1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was one of my favorite places as a kid, and it was indeed fun. But something seemed wrong. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment? Uh, what could harm you there? I mean… Would a robber go into a pizzeria to steal something? No, I don't think so.
I decided to apply anyways. It was a bad pay; sure, but it was still good and I was in desperate of money. I called the number and someone almost immediately picked up.
"Hello? This is Mr. Fazbear, owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
"Hello? It's me, Mr. Fazbear. Eea Adams?"
"Oh! I remember you! Eea, why are you calling me this late at night, exactly?"
"I wanted to apply for the night guard job."
"O-oh. You have the job! Come over right now. Your shift starts in ten minutes."
"Wow, no interview?"
"Yep! C'mon, interviews will take too long. Come over here, Eea."
"Yes, sir! I'll be over in a minute."
I hung up on my phone and got into something comfortable. A sweater and some light-blue washed skinny jeans. I took my laptop and my phone, a flashlight, some batteries, and brushed my hair. I sighed. This quickly?I was going to get paid $120 while sitting and doing nothing? How hard could it be?
But when the night started, I was terribly wrong.