Chapter 1: A New Job

Authors Note: Hello! This is going to be fun! Snowy is my character I made, and I'm putting him through the events of the first Five Nights At Freddy's game. I hope you enjoy the story! I will update with next chapter when someone either reviews(a bad or good review), follows the story, or favorites the story. So please do! (And for you picky people, I have been telling stories about Snowy long before Doc McStuffins even existed)

Snowy looked up at the building and gulped. This was his first job interview, and he didn't want to mess it up. He couldn't even remember what the job even was. But he remembered Ricky and him at home looking at the ad and talking about how good he would be with it. He pushed open the large glass doors at the front of the building and hopped in. He went up to the front desk, behind which was a taller lady in the blue/purple Fazbear Entertainment standard uniform. The name on her name tag was Sarah.

Looking all the way up at Sarah (Snowy wasn't exactly what you would call tall) he cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me?Miss? I've got an appointment with a… Mr. Schmidt?"

Sarah looked down at him, then looked back at her computer, then looked down again, staring.

After a few very uncomfortable minutes, Snowy said, "I've got an interview. My name is down as Frederickson Frost?"

Sarah finally got back enough of her senses to call on the intercom, "Mr. Schmidt, a 'Mr. Frost' is here to see you."

"Send him in!" A sad and strained voice said on the other side of the intercom.

"Mr. Schmidt will see you now," Sarah told Snowy.

"OK!" He said hopping towards the door he had just come in through.

"Mr. Frost! Mr. Schmidt's office is the other way!"

"Oops!" Snowy said, hopping towards Mr. Schmidt's office.

Mike Schmidt was a tired man. Business was dropping due to the poor quality of the restaurants and food, and the animatronic mascots weren't helping. Some old issues with the animatronics, something about biting a kid's head. Hopefully they could work on a few problems by hiring a night guard. Hopefully this 'Mr. Frost' person would fit the bill. No one else wanted the job. Mike was looking through 'Mr. Frost's' resume in his best blue/purple suit when Snowy hopped in.

"You must be Mr. Frost," Mike sighed, not looking up from the paperwork.

"Yup!" Snowy exclaimed, looking around the office.

"Please have a seat," Mike Schmidt said, waving his hand toward the chair in front of him, but keeping his eyes on the resume.

Snowy looked up at the seat of the chair high above his head. He saw a lever towards the top the would make the top come down. He started hopping up to try and reach it.

"Mr. Frost," Mike started monotonously, "it says in your resume that you are 'very old'. How old are you, exactly?"

"Hmmm," Snowy hummed, jumping higher and higher to get to the lever. "I lost count a while ago, but I'm around 400."

"Interesting," Mike murmured, noting that he wouldn't say his real age.

"And please don't call me 'Mr. Frost'. It's annoying," Snowy said as he triumphantly managing to grab on to the lever. Now he had to pull it down. Snowy was kind of light.

"Shall I call you Frederickson? Or Frederick? Or maybe Fred?" Mike asked.

"Call me Snowy," Snowy answered, wiggling to make the lever come down. "Everyone does!"

"That's an, interesting, name, Snowy," Mike said a bit puzzled.

"I like it!" Snowy said as he managed to get the chair top down low where he could hop on it. He reached down and pulled the lever up. The chair reached the top of the desk right as Mike looked up. He started.

"Y- Y- You- You're a snowman!" Mike stuttered staring at Snowy.

"Yup!" Snowy exclaimed.

"You're a foot tall!" Mike exclaimed.

"Half a foot," Snowy muttered, pleased he had been mistaken for being so tall.

"Nowhere in your resume did it say you were a half foot tall snowman!" Mike yelled flipping through the pages.

"My friend, Ricky, said as he was helping me write it that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell you that I was a stuffed animal snowman before we met in person," Snowy explained. "I don't have fingers."

"Ca- ca- can you be killed?" Mike asked excitedly.

"I don't think so," Snowy answered, still looking at his fingerless hands.

"You're hired!" Mike exclaimed and grabbed Snowy's hand and shaking it. "Come, I'll show you what you'll be doing!"

He pulled Snowy out to his purple sedan and drove a few blocks to a pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"This is the place you'll be working at tonight. You're the night guard. You keep your eyes around the place." Mike explained, pulling Snowy through the restaurant. Snowy saw a group of kids around a stage, but couldn't see what they were looking at. Mike showed him to an office in the back of the pizzeria. It was a small place, with a few computer parts on the desk. It had a swivel chair and security doors. A cupcake toy was sitting on the desk. Cobwebs were scattered around. A poster with a bear, a bunny, and a chicken was on the wall in front of him.

"Can you put a fan in here?" Snowy asked Mike. "I melt in the heat."

"Sure thing!" Mike said beaming. "I'll take you home. Tonight i'll bring you here. Make sure to be in the office at 12 o'clock sharp. No later."

Snowy was happy.

"Yippee!" He said.

Snowy climbed in Mike's sedan and they drove off to Ricky's house on the other side of town. Snowy couldn't wait to tell Ricky that he got the job.

Authors Note: Yay! One chapter done already! Please review! Snowy is coming!

Editor's Note: Excellent! One chapter all edited. I still have a long way to go, however. Sorry for the long wait on this one. I just wanted to make it perfect. Not quite there yet. Remember, it's always a good idea to read the edited version. You might find some important new details. This chapter was pretty basic, however. I'll get chapter two out as soon as I can. Don't forget to review!

As always, have a Wonderful Wednesday!