Prologue
It was impossible for Michael to ever get a break. This happens, he vows he won't ever get himself involved ever again. It happens again, he vows for the same thing. And now this.
Of course, this is how it works in the sinister world of Five Nights at Freddy's. A warning that should probably be stated is that the books have been recovered overtime, so don't expect the books to be in chronological order. It probably won't. What order the books take place is up to you.
Now, onto the story. Instead of giving way too much introductions, let's start off the story like this:
The mailman did it. Yep. That's it. The end. Good story.
Okay, but seriously, why does Michael even bother to read newspapers anymore. Newspapers told him tons of things. Too many things. Even finds out too much stuff–like who his father really is…
But all that out of the way, let's move on.
When the mailman knocked on the door, Michael waited for the mailman to leave completely. He has his reasons. He's been told he stinks. He has been told, "You smell like a walking corpse!"
I mean, not like he was a walking corpse or anything. His skin was perfectly fine. Nothing suspicious at all going on here! But seriously, he could be in the shower for three hours, use an entire bottle worth of shampoo and body washer, and he still was told that. I mean, past experiences kind of explain the reason behind this… but let's save that story for later.
When the mailman was gone, Michael opened his front door, took the newspaper, shut the door and locked it in the process.
He took the newspaper over to his couch so he could read it. He felt like an old man every time he did it. All he needed was reading glasses, then he would be the old man of 1993. How fun would that not be?
He decided to turn on his T.V and have "The Immortal and The Restless" playing in the background. He got into the show back in '85.
The newspaper was full of boring stuff: Advertisements were the main thing. Until one advertisement caught his eye. A Help Wanted ad for a certain pizzeria…
"Help Wanted. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" were the words that caught his eye. The words in bold. He decided to give it a chance, so he read the article in full.
"Here at Fazbear Entertainment, we are very aware about prior incidents that happened in our name! To make up for it, we are hiring more daytime crew to keep an eye out on the kids, to make sure the mistake that happened back in 1985 doesn't happen again!"
Seriously. They seemed excited about it. Talk about giving Fazbear Entertainment a bad name…
"However, while doing this, we also need a new night time security guard to guard the location at night hours, 12am to 6am, Monday to Friday. We do allow overtime for Saturday and Sunday to earn extra cash! Working for minimum wage, you will be making $120 a week! Come on down and become part of the Fazbear Family!"
The phone number was on the bottom of the article.
He didn't want to do this again, but he had no choice. He had to continue his journal on what had been started. He picked up his phone, dialed in the number.
It took a few seconds for them to pick up. A female voice said, "Hello, thank you for calling the Fazbear Entertainment services. How can I help you"
Michael took a deep breath, not processing what he was about to do. He had almost gotten killed by Fazbear Entertainment animatronics way too much, yet he was doing this to himself.
"I am calling to apply for the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."