Where am I? It's so dark. This place looks familiar…this sort of looks like the old Dining Room at Freddy Fazbear's.
What's this though? Something's in front of my face. I can only see through two holes. It looks like I'm wearing a big mask or something. I've got to look around…Is that the old Bonnie? If he's there, than if I turn to the left...there's Chica. So…I'm Freddy.
What's that noise? Is someone laughing, or are they crying?
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The alarm on Jeremy Fitzgerald's watch woke him up. He just remembered why he was here, slumped over the steering wheel of his car parked in front of Freddy Fazbear's pizza. That day, he had been offered, or rather told to report to his new job at Freddy Fazbear's as the new night guard. Jerry had been applying for weeks, getting turned down everywhere as other people got the jobs. So, even though this was a night job and the only way Jerry could arrive on time was to rush to the store immediately, Jerry took it. Scheduling had gotten complicated, so Jerry ended up arriving early, and had passed the time by sleeping in his car (he wouldn't be able to sleep for six more hours anyway.)
That was a weird dream though. Jerry wasn't a superstitious guy; he liked to think of himself as too organized to slip into that kind of thinking, but the dream had creeped him out. He had heard of stories related to the old store, of kids that had died, employees that had seen the animatronics following them around the store. Jerry couldn't let himself get paranoid. Mr. Faz had told him to just walk in and lock the door behind him with the key in the Main Office.
