Hello there! This is one of my first FNaF fanfictions on this website. Let me know in the reviews if there are any grammatical/punctuation errors. I hope you enjoy the story! ~EA

Chapter 1: Problems

May 26, 1993

3:30 PM

Brrriiiiiiing

I scrambled out of my seat. My last days of school were finally over.

"Hey Randy!" A voice yelled over my shoulder as I tossed my backpack on.

"Hi Sarah (remember this name in the future). Sorry I can't talk; my parents want me for some unknown reason. I'll see you later!"

I waved to her as I ran over to my busted up Honda Accord. I turned the ignition, nothing happened. I turned it again; the engine sputtered and coughed but went out again.

Sigh. I popped the hood open and looked inside. As I was tinkering, a piece of paper flew into my face. "Ugh!" I tore it off my face in disgust and reluctantly read what was written on it.

Looking for a job as Night Guard. Must be high school graduate. Apply now! 1337 Fazbear Drive

You know, getting a decent job isn't a bad idea. My parents would kill me if they found out how much money I lost to gambling. I stuffed the note in my pocket and resumed fixing the trash that I call my car.

5:07 PM

"Randy! Where have you been? You were supposed to be home 30 minutes ago!" My mom screeched as I pulled up to the driveway.

"The engine went out… again…" I muttered as I stepped inside and jumped onto my bed. I pulled out the sheet of paper that flew into my face earlier that day. I was seriously considering going to work there.

As I was pondering my decision, my parents walked into my room.

"Son, we have to talk," My dad slowly said.

"About what?"

"Now that you're out of high school, you've got to make your own decisions now."

"What do you mean?"

"We're giving you a week to pack your stuff and move into a new place."

"WHAT?!"

I stared at my parents with wide eyes as a mix of emotions ran through my head.

"We'll give you some time to soak this in."

My parents shuffled out of the room as my eyes suddenly turned a deep shade of violet.

"You… You can't do this to me…" I suddenly lashed out at the wall, punching it with so much force that my hand went straight through the plaster.

Calm down Randy. It can't be that bad, right? You can take that job at Freddy Fazbear's. What can go wrong?

Slowly, I removed my aching hand from the fist-sized hole in the wall and sat down. My eyes turned back to the dull shade of gray that they were before.

5:52 PM

I hopped into my car in the hopes of getting a job.

I drove up to the address listed on the paper and stepped out of the car. This was not what I was expecting.

The first thing I noticed about the place was its decay. Sections of wall were peeling off and creeper vines started growing on the corners of the building. What used to be a cheery and colorful slogan was now a creepy, grotesque looking poster.

I wandered my way inside. The innards of the building were in the same state as the outside. Cobwebs and plastic plates littered the place, stains were seen everywhere, even the decor was falling apart.

The only things that seemed to be in somewhat new condition were the animatronics.

Three of them were standing on the stage as if expecting somebody to come in. There was a bear, a rabbit (bunny?), and a chicken.

As I walked into the dining area, the 3 of them sprang to life and started singing.

Somebody walked towards me as the animatronics were putting on their show.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. How may I help you?"The man's passive tone sounded somewhat forced.

"I'm here to sign up for the night shift."

His eyes turned into a look of pure horror as he stuttered his next few words. "R-right over h-h-here sir."

We came up to a wooden door labeled "Manager's Office". "B-Ben? We have a n-new applicant…"

The rusty door hinges squealed as the oak wood door was gently pushed open by a man in his late 40s.

"Oh! Come, come inside." The man named Ben beckoned me inward as the door slammed shut behind me.

"First things first, let me introduce myself. As you may already know, my name is Benjamin Fazbear. I am the co-owner of this establishment. Fred is out of town at the moment and I'm filling up for him right now." Ben reached over and pulled out a file from a shelf nearby.

"Now tell me, what is your name?"

"R-Randy Daniels," I sputtered as he read from the file.

"Hmm… It says here that you have a history of being overly energetic and even aggressive at times?"

"Yes sir."

He paused for a moment. He slowly wheeled his chair around until he was directly facing me. I nervously tapped my fingers at the back of my thigh as he examined me.

"Do you happen to be related to Wilson Daniels?" G-grandpa Wilson? I haven't heard about him in so long...

All of a sudden, a wave of anger rippled through me as I sensed my eyes turn a vivid shade of violet and my hands reaching for my pocket knife.

Quick as a frog, Ben pulled something out of his pocket and stabbed me in the arm with it. I felt my eyes slowly close as I heard Ben mutter something out of the corner of his mouth.

"I hope you don't end up like the others…"

End of Chapter 1

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