As I slammed my controller on the floor in pure, seething anger, I paused, recalling the events of that morning.
"So...what is it?" I said, raising an eyebrow at the woman in front of me. She smiled softly, turning to face me, "My friend...Your Godfather-" She paused and trailed off, her previous smile replaced with a worried expression. "Well, he owns a pizzeria and-"
"No"
She looked at me confused, "What? I hadn't even finished my sentence..." I knew what she was doing. She was playing clueless, hoping I'd forgotten what had happened. But I hadn't. I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. "You didn't have too, I KNEW what you were talking about...that rotting hell-hole" I said, gritting my teeth, growing even mire impatient by the see, I had a personal vendetta against this said place. I used to love being there, but then, something changed. It was different. It just...wasn't the same anymore. I knew it had quite the past full of violent crimes, most surprisingly revolving around the mascot of this place.
Freddy.
She continued, ignoring the fact you'd said no, "As I was saying, there is a birthday party at the weekend there and your Godfather is short on staff, so I signed you up for the job". I felt my eyes widen, I couldn't go back there, it was too dangerous. But, even so, I knew that there was no point in fighting against her. She would win anyway, and I would still have to go.
It wasn't even the visit to the pizzeria I was dreading the most, no. It was more all those customers and god forbid...those children! Anyone who knows me, would know I have the social skills of a retarded seal, I even do those whole 'urf' noises when I'm angry. For all I know, they could be a rapist of a pedophile or a-
(Y/N) you are not a child anymore, calm your tits...
After my little hyperventilating session, I went back up the stairs, sitting calmly on my bed. They wanted me to go back. Back to that god-forsaken place.
Full of my best friends.
