Was this really necessary? I mean, I've done some terrible things in my life but this? I don't deserve this.

So you may be wondering what actually happened. It was the 21st of May, 1993. I was fresh out of high school and ready to earn a paycheck. Coincidentally, the local pizzeria was looking for people to run the night shift. I obviously had nothing better to do, so I took the job.

What do you get when you add a manager on a budget and workers on probation? This dump of a place.

Seriously, they should put an epilepsy warning on the walls. I could honestly play chess on the floor if it wasn't littered with used napkins and dried pizza crust. Don't even ask me what that odd stain on the wall is.

I was having second thoughts about working at this mess when a girl about my age walked over to me.

She was 5 foot 6 inches and had long flowing hair… No. Can't start crushing on a girl I don't know. That's low even for my standards.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, how may I be of your service today?" She said this in a monotonous voice. I could tell how uninterested she was in me, or anything for that matter.

"I'm here for the job."

"What job?"

"The job plastered all over the fucking building."

"I still don't know what you're talking about,"

This girl was really starting to piss me off. If she wasn't so beautiful, I would slap her.

"Just… show me where the damn manager's office is…"

"Over there. And I see that look in your eyes. Don't even think about it."

Her hazel eyes stared right into my soul. I took that as my queue to head over to the office.

Honestly, I don't know what I was expecting. The manager's office was home away from home compared to the rest of the building. He probably used more money on this than everything else combined.

"What do you want?" I probably couldn't have said this with more poison than he did. Sheesh, there's some good hospitality going on around here.

"I'm here for the job."

"Huh? Speak up, my hearing aid is acting up." I looked towards his ears and saw not even a sign of a hearing aid.

I repeated the statement with fervor.

"Oh, that job. Just sign these papers and you're good to go."

He handed me 2 sheets of paper. One titled 'Employee Code of Conduct' and the other labeled 'Death and Injury Statement'.

Wait what?

I read the second one over and asked the manager what was going on.

"I don't know what you're saying hun, but take this uniform and come back at midnight. Come late and you're fired."

Something fishy's going on here. No, I'm not talking about the smell of rotting fish in the main establishment (does this place even have a janitor?). The manager avoided the question completely and she looked like she was in a hurry. What is going on here?

I retreated to the main area before the manager started yelling at me. "Eh, it could've been worse." I muttered to myself. I would regret these words later.

When I showed up that night, the door was unlocked and I stepped inside. The glass door slid shut behind me.

I turned around to lock the door when I heard it; a slight rustle in the building. I presumed it was just a mouse and continued my task of rummaging through the keys. I don't even know what half of these belong to. I finally located the right one and inserted it into the keyhole. No turning back now.

The manager didn't specify what to do when I got there, so I made myself at home. The kitchen door was locked (no midnight snacks for me) and there was really nothing to do in the main area. The door to the backstage area was open, as if it was beckoning me forward. Why not? I shut the door behind me as I wandered through the room. My phone started vibrating like crazy. Who would text me in the middle of the night? Something wasn't right. I heard laughter as I unlocked my phone. The next words I read made me faint.

I'm coming for you, Troy.


Well shit. Here I am, making more fanfics. High school's been crazy, but I've gotten back into my mojo. Expect a chapter (or two!) every week.

Seeya. ~EA