Jennifer Bridger awoke to her beeping alarm. It was 9pm. She was trying to catch some extra Z's, for she now worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The night shift. Of course she was excited for this new job, she had been a fan ever since she was little. Her last visit had been at 10 years old. She was 16 now. She just needed a job for some money to save for college, witch would only be a few years. The money was enough to sustain herself for a while, even at minimum wage. She had received an email about the pizzeria hiring, and quickly accepted the job. They had asked her one question, do you really want this job? Of course she had said yes, what was she supposed to say? And they said, OK your hired. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and got up to take a quick shower. Not that she would need one, she would be in an office until 6 AM anyway, but the warm water helped to wake her up. Getting dressed, she was required to wear a gray/teel one piece outfit, like a long sleeve shirt and pants connected, and a small badge that said security. She pulled her long black hair into a ponytail, and glanced at her old Freddy hat hanging on her bed. "What the heck," she muttered, and put it on.