A/N: This was an alternate ending requested by Surviah, and takes place at the end of chapter 16.
I sat there crying for what must have been hours. This couldn't be true, could it? No, it couldn't be. I was... Late. I was late. Late? Where did that come from? Wait. I was late, wasn't I? What was I late for? A job. That's what I was late for. My eyes fluttered open, and I was lying somewhere halfway between the bed and the floor in my rented room. So... None of it was real then? There really is no such place as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? "No," said my half-asleep brain as it slowly woke up, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is where your new job is." Then it hit me. I looked at the clock. I was late! It was already 6:30 on my first day! I quickly got dressed and decided that breakfast could wait. I had more pressing matters at hand! I dashed out the door and down the street towards the pizza restaurant where I would be working.
When I got there, I was panting and sweating like crazy. I quickly grabbed my uniform and ID badge from the rack and threw them on. I sat down at one of the tables in the dining area, surprised that despite everything, I was still the first one here. Well, almost the first one here.
When I sat down, a man with a blue vest on walked down one of the hallways towards me. He looked like a night guard to me, with his badge (Mike, it said) and flashlight in his hands. I was about to say hi to him when he walked up to me and bluntly demanded, "Do you know where the manager is?" I asked why he wanted to know, and he responded with, "because I quit!" I told him that I didn't know where the manager was, and that it was actually my first day on the job. "You should quit too," he said, calming down a bit. I asked why, a bit confused as to what would make someone so angry with what should have been a simple job of watching over the place. Were there burglars maybe? Had someone tried to rob the restaurant while he was on duty? "Because," he said, "the animatronics are crazy!" I had no idea what he was talking about until I spotted a robotic bear on a stage in the center of the room, slightly concealed by a curtain. "What, those things?" I asked. "Yes, them!" he said, voice rising slightly again. "Those things tried to kill me last night!"
Before I could form a response, the manager walked in the door, wearing a special uniform to denote his special status. As soon as he walked through the door, Mike shouted, "I quit! I can't take this place anymore!" The manager looked quite taken aback at this, until he finally said with a slight growl in his voice, "See ya, Mike. Don't let the door hit you on your way out." And with that, Mike threw his uniform on the ground and stormed out of the restaurant. "Well," said the manager, turning to me, "I'm afraid that your work schedule has changed. You'll be working the night shift, so you have some time before you begin." I paused at that, and considered how to respond. Finally, I decided to say, "Sir, with all due respect, the ad in the paper said that this job would be for the day shift. I don't know if I could handle working nights." I didn't mention, however, how Mike's warning had affected my decision.
"Look, David, we don't need a day guard anymore as much as we need someone to cover the night shift," said the manager, his tone suddenly turning extremely serious. "The only position being offered now is at night. You can take the job or you can leave it." I thought about my options for what seemed like far too long, all the while being looked down at by the manager. Finally, I came to a decision. "Sir, I don't think that this is the right job for me. I'm going to look for a job elsewhere."
And with that I folded up my uniform and walked away.