Hello FNaF Fans! I'm Gabers100, and this is my first Fanfic ever made. Thanks for reading!

Jeremy Schmidt needed a job. He was Twenty Two and fresh out of collage, but he needed SOME way to pay for his apartment, other than letting his friend Sam pay for it. After all, it's not very nice to let your best (and possibly only) friend pay for both his and your rent. So at 8:25 AM on Sunday, Jeremy was looking for a job in the Sunday paper. Most of them were really low, Janitor for a school, dish washer for a restaurant, and others similar to them. Sam, who was getting ready for his job, walked by and sat down next to Jeremy. "Hey Jeremy, how's job hunting?" Sam asked.
"It's going ok, i guess. Most of the jobs are crap though. Janitor and Dishwasher? I'm desperate, but not that desperate." Jeremy said. He had an American accent, as did Sam. "Well, you don't really have many jobs you can apply for until after you go through collage..."
"I know, i know. But you'd think there'd be better jobs, considering its Oregon."
"Eh, I've only been here for a year, i wouldn't know."
Then Sam pointed towards the back of the page Jeremy Was looking at. "Hey, here's a good job. Night Guard for a re-opening Pizzeria." Sam pointed out, and Jeremy flipped the newspaper over. It had no picture, but it had quite a bit of Text. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Palace" Was looking for a night guard, working 12AM to 6AM. "Five Hundred and Fifty Dollars a week? That's enough for rent and a bit of food!" Jeremy exclaimed, immediately interested. "Well, glad you found a job. Go ahead and apply." Sam said, relieved that his friend was getting a job. "Anyway, I've gotta go get to my job. Good luck!" Sam said, and he left, leaving Jeremy in the small apartment.

Thanks for reading everyone, sorry that the chapter is a bit short. I hope you liked the first chapter of The Next Generation! I'll continue to try and update as much as i can before the next school year. Thanks for your support!-Gabers100