Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction ever so reviews (If I even get any) would be appreciated ya know.
Chapter 1: The Working Man
I opened the door to my apartment with ease. I was still dressed in my normal attire, which consisted of jeans and a crew neck shirt I had borrowed from a friend. I had just returned from the grocery store from down the street. I emptied the contents of the grocery bag on to my table: A bag of chips, beef jerky, and a can of green beans. As you can see my "income" from various festivities was at an all time low. I've been in the market for new jobs ever since I was fired from the movie theater for, and I quote, "Unprofessionalism towards staff and customers".
I mean honest to God its a miracle to keep a job for at least a month, let alone weeks. Lost in my thought I didn't notice the knocking on the door till the third time around. Yeah, so people call me a "heavy thinker". Whatever. I opened the door to a young man with a satchel around his shoulder.
"Hey Mike! Interested in the newspaper for this weekend?" the man said to me with overall enthusiasm.
"Why the hell not, sure let me see…" I responded.
He handed the newspaper to me and I accepted it. He turned to leave as I closed the door and opened up the paper.
The newspaper had wide articles about politics and global affair, not like I cared so much about those subjects. I flipped over to the "Jobs" section and started looking through what was available. That's when I noticed it! "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! Hello, we are looking for new night guards to watch over the area! 12pm to 6am Weekends off. $120 a week!"
I didn't think something so easy as watching over a children's pizzeria would be $120 bucks a week. What the hell… why not. I picked up the phone and started to dial the phone number when..
BANG!
BANG!
Someone was banging on the door.
"Wait a minute!" I said as I continued the call.
"Hello, hello! You've reached Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! How may I help you?"
'Um hello? I'm looking to apply for the night guard job?"
BANG! BANG!
The banging became louder.
"God damn just wait a sec!" I shouted towards the door but the banging continued.
"Sure the position is open. Name please?"
"Mike Schmidt" I replied
"DON'T DO IT MIKE!"
I looked over at the door with confusion. I'm glad I locked it after the newspaper guy.
"YOU'RE KILLING YESELF!"
I held up the phone to my ears and tried to ignore the crazy person at my door.
"Alrighty Mike. Come to our restaurant at 10 and I'll give you the tour. Thanks!"
The banging stopped. I hung up the phone and went to the door carefully. I opened it to find no one there. What the fuck...
I had no time for this crap. I closed the door and got ready to head to my new job.
"Foxy we need to hurry NOW! Time's running out!" Mike was yelling to Foxy as he raced up the apartment building's stairs.
"I be tryin mate!" Foxy then screamed at the top of his voice box…. "DON'T DO IT MIKE!"
...as he continued to bang on the door, " YOU'RE KILLING YESELF!
"FOXY IT'S HAPPENING!"Mike screamed.
Foxy and Mike looked at each other, before materializing into thin air...