[Sunday, June 14, 2020]

Samuel woke up in his small, cheap-looking apartment. He sat up on his simple mattress, yawning and wiping the sleep from his eyes. He grabbed the morning paper, opening it to the 'Job' section. He scanned it, noting a few jobs he was somewhat interested in. One of them, however, caught his eye. It was for a Pizzeria that was apparently being re-built.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Palace requiring a Night Guard

Hours 11:00 PM to 6:00 AM

Pay 14.00/Hour

Monday-Saturday

Call: (Insert Phone number here)

Samuel could barely read the words, the Ad was so small. He could read the phone number enough to call it, though.

"Ring ring!"

"Ring ring!"

"Ri-Click!"

"Hello?" A voice answered. It had a casual tone, and seemed to be a bit tired.

"Hi, Uh, I was wondering if the Night Guard job for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Palace was still available?"

"Someone took it that quick? Uh... Alrighty, one second." The voice said, and the shuffling of papers was heard. "Could I have your name, age, last profession, any college credit you took, and a few extra questions?"

"Uh, sure." Samuel said, slightly nervous. "I'm Samuel David Ackerson, I'm twenty years old... I worked at an Airsoft Arena before this." Samuel chuckled slightly at that. "I had two years in Engineering, and I've had experience with robotics."

"That'll be useful here, Samuel. Now, do you have a criminal record?"

"Uh... No?"

"Why do you want to apply for this job?"

"Because I need to pay for my apartment, and any extra money towards other stuff, I guess."

"Alrighty... Let's see... Alright! You're all set. When's the earliest you could work, Samuel?"

"I could work tomorrow, if you need me."

"Yeah, that would work. You're hired." The voice said, and Samuel frowned slightly. Something was off about being hired so quickly. Either way, a job was a job, right?

"...Thanks, I guess."

"Yep! I'll see ya tomorrow!" The voice said happily, and they hung up. Samuel put the phone down, slightly perplexed about the 'application.' Talk about a weird way to get a job. He sighed, not caring all that much. At least he got a job, and that's what mattered…. Right?

[Monday, June 15, 2020]

Samuel sighed, checking the clock again. It was 11:30, Finally. He got up, changing into his old white button-up. The shirt was from his dad, and apparently was from some sort of old kid's restaurant. it felt nice on him. He had regular jeans on, and his glasses. He grabbed his bike and left, locking the door behind him and holding the address in his hand. It was (Insert house number here), and so it wasn't too far away. He sped off, wondering what his job would be like.

Samuel hooked his bike to the rack, looking at the old Pizzeria. The place looked like it had a bad time in the half-decade it was abandoned. Cracked windows with cobwebs inside of them. It also had litter everywhere. There were also cracks in the building itself, though they weren't very big. He walked up to the door, making sure the number was right. It couldn't be this place, could it? Samuel shrugged to himself and knocked on the door.

"Yes, coming!" A voice said, and Samuel recognized it as the one he heard on the phone. He heard movement and then a crash, which brought a few curses from the person inside. Samuel opened the door to find a man on the ground, who apparently tripped on a small box. He was in his early forties, maybe late thirties. He wore a simple white button-up shirt, black pants, and a brown belt. Samuel held out a hand and helped the man up.

"Thanks, Mr…?"

"I'm Samuel, the guy who called for the Night Guard job, sir. You're the manager, right?"

"Yep. Call me Scott, if you'd please." The man said, shaking Samuel's hand. Samuel shook back, only because he knew he had to.

"Alright, Scott. I see, uh… That the place is a bit of a… Well, mess."

"Yeah, I know. We're cleanin' it up right now, though. So hopefully by the end of the week it'll be all clean." Scott said, looking around at the mess of a place. "Anyway, follow me. I'll show you to the office." The manager said, and Samuel following him down a long hall, where a small office was.

"This is the office?" Samuel asked as he followed him inside. The small place that could barely be called a 'room' barely held the two humans, along with the chair, desk, and other such junk.

"Yep. Sorry it isn't bigger, It's all we have until we get the place cleaned up…" Scott said apologetically.

"No, it's fine…" Sam said, looking around. The desk had various monitors, a fan, paper balls, and a small cupcake plush. "It's good enough for me to work."

-A timeskip past the boring paperwork brought to you by Fazbear Entertainment-

Scott nodded a bit. "Yeah, and that's the important part… Well, I'll leave you to it! There's a message machine ready to play back some tutorial recordings for you… Any other questions?"

"Uh… No?"

Scott clapped his hands once. "Alrighty! If you get any during your shift, You can ask me at 6 AM tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Scott." Sam said, and Scott left, his footsteps echoing down the hall until Sam couldn't hear them. It