The pink and white bear stumbled his way through the streets. "Where the heck is Violet Street…." He muttered to himself. After a few more minutes of hopeless wandering, he gave a shout of relief as he saw the theater. Running up to it, however, he saw a man locking the doors. "Wait! I'm here for a job interview!" He shouted to the man. The man only shook his head. "Sorry bud. We won't be accepting jobs for a while now." He gestured to the police car that was parked nearby. "Cops just shut us down. Five kids went missing or something near here." The bear's ears drooped in disappointment. "Oh….. I really needed that job." He sighed. The man shrugged. "A job in this town? Good luck. Guess I'm headed back to work for that cheap convenience store." Hard to believe that this run down, out of luck bear was the cousin to the famous Freddy Fazbear, the bear thought to himself bitterly.
Checking the time, he sighed. It was getting late, but he wasn't due to check in at his hotel for another 3 hours. Gathering up his few items, he headed towards the nearest building that was still open: a cafe called Chickadee's. The little bell dinged as he pushed open the door. The person at the counter, a yellow chicken, looked up. "Sorry, are you guys closed?" He asked. The chicken smiled. "We're always open, hun. Haven't seen you round here before. I'm Chica." She stuck her wing out and he shook it. "I'm Tim Fazbear." Chica smiled. "Welcome to Blue Skies. You're always welcome here. Can I get you anything?" Tim nodded. "Some fries would be fine." Chica nodded and went to the kitchen. Tim looked about the cafe. There were a few other patrons in the diner, including a depressed looking rabbit and a bear.
The bear nodded in his direction. "Hey there. You new to this town?" He spoke with a tinge of a british accent. Tim nodded. "I was applying for a job at the theater but it got shut down." The bear groaned. "Damn. There goes my business selling popcorn. Ugh. Well, I wouldn't count on getting a job here." He remarked as he folded up his newspaper. "You probably don't know much about Blue Skies. Everyone comes in with gleaming eyes and a dream, and they end up like poor Ashley over there." He gestured to the rabbit, who was absently stirring a cup. Tim could hear her muttering to herself. "I noticed quite a few kids here, though. Certainly there must be some jobs at the schools." Tim remarked. The bear shook his head. "They've got every slot filled. Good luck getting employed. The names Ted, by the way." The bear took a business card and flipped it to him. The card was simple enough, with 'Theodore Fredrick Watson: Travelling Salesmen' printed on it. "But most people call me TF. If you ever need something, let me know. I've probably got it." Tim smiled. "Thanks, I will."
Hours later, Tim opened the door to his hotel room and collapsed onto the bed. He spent most of the time at the diner, conversing with a few patrons to try and figure out where he could get employed. After a few minutes of lying, he got up and opened his suitcase. He took out a hand puppet of a purple rabbit. It was one of the few relics left over from the Funtime Theater days. He smiled, remembering the days. He reached into his coat pocket and took out his wallet. There was very little money, but that wasn't what he was concerned with. Taking out a picture, he sighed. He remembered his best friend, Rachel "Funtime" Foxy. There was a reason he choose to come to Blue Skies, and not just because of the theater job. Turning the picture over, he read the address scrawled onto the back. "1987, fifth street…." He muttered. Funtime Foxy had told him to go there if they ever needed to find each other again. But then they parted ways after Funtime Theater closed down. Tim collapsed onto the bed. He would find that building tomorrow, and hopefully meet his old friend.