Jerry didn't sleep well. He was extremely tired, but he just couldn't. He tossed and turned for 2 hours, and stared up at his ceiling fan, which he noticed was on. He figured maybe if he stayed awake a little longer, he could sleep. Jerry turned on his bedside light, and gazed into the mirror.

Jerry was 5'8, with dark brown hair. He often looked in the mirror. Sometimes he wondered how much better his life would be on the other side of it. He didn't really have that bad of a life. Michael had it worse. Michael was raised by his grandmother, the last remaining relative he had. In the past year he had lost her to old age. He was alone in the world, and somehow he was always cheery. Jerry often felt bad for his friend. He had known him since middle school, when he had raced him to the market from their school. Of course, Michael had won. Michael was nearly 6 feet, with long legs, even back then. Michael had continued growing, even after that. Now he was 6'3, and Jerry often tried to get him to play some basketball. Jerry was always the athletic one. It seemed all Michael ever wanted to do was go to arcades.
Morning came early for Jerry. He awoke on the floor, drooling on the tan carpet. The ceiling fan was on, he realised it must of been on since yesterday's morning. He didn't remember falling asleep, all he remembered was looking in the mirror and thinking. He groggily got up and checked the clock. 1:30? Fuck! They're gonna fire me! Where's my ride? Jerry ran over to his closet and got an overshirt and pulled on pants. He ran downstairs and outside. Out on the street, a purple beetle was sitting. Jerry ran up to it and tapped on the window. He peered in, only to see his sleeping friend in the driver's seat.
"Hey Michael!" No response, "Michael!"
"Huh? Wuh.. Oh, hi Jerry! Get in." Said Michael, and Jerry hopped in the passenger seat.
"Let's go, I'm late."
"Alright."
"Have you been here since this morning?"
"Hardly, I've been here since last night. I felt pretty sleepy after watching you sleep, and I didn't want to go into my apartment." Michael said as the beetle raced down the street.
"Huh. Okay. I'm late for work, I hope they won't fire me."
"Steve? Nah, he won't. I don't think he feels like getting a new employee. Anyways, you and Lisa are the only help he gets."
"You're right, he's been putting 'help wanted' signs everywhere. I doubt America will ever run out of jobs. Can't this car go any faster?"
"We're already going 40!"
"So no?"
"Well, I guess. But I don't feel like getting a ticket. Is it already Friday?"
"No, that was yesterday."
"Really? Man, I always forget what day it is."
The beetle drove up to the restaurant parking lot and pulled to a stop. Jerry said goodbye to Michael and ran up to the square building and opened the door. The ring of the door opening made Steve glance up from his paperwork.
"I'm glad you could make it, Jerry. You're a bit late, you realize?"
"Yes sir."
"Will it happen again?"
"No, sir."
"Lets see it doesn't. Go and get your stuff on in the back."
Jerry walked past the register and kitchen, and went to the back area where the uniforms were kept. When he got in there, he opened up his locker and pulled out his purple vertical striped shirt. Each employee had their own color shirt. When someone got hired, they were assigned a color. This was because Steve wanted the kids to remember their favorite employees by the color of their shirt, not their name. He thought this was pretty clever, because then he could give promotions to the color with the most good reviews. Steve's color was green, Jerry's color was purple, and Lisa's color was yellow. Just then, a huge golden bear opened the door and began walking in.
"Boo!"
"Oh, hi Lisa." Jerry said, and continued digging through his locker.
"Did I scare you?"
"No, you didn't. I've been working with these suits too long to be scared of them. But try Michael, he seems to be terrified of them."
"Yeah. So, my shift is over. It's the dead time, right after lunch and before dinner. Where have you been all day? I've been working like crazy trying to keep all the customers satisfied."
"I slept in a bit. I'm glad Steve didn't fire me, but he might next time."
"That's too bad, considering the new restaurant and all." Lisa said as she took of the mask and started getting out of the suit.
"New restaurant? Are we getting multiple locations?"
"Didn't you hear? Steve has been tryna get us an upgrade. He said we're going to try to be a pizzeria, with animatronics and everything!" Lisa and Jerry both knew that Fredbear's was an experimental business, to see how well people would get along with an animatronic. It was extremely successful. That was a good thing, because it was expensive enough just to build Fredbear.
"How many new robots? They not going to take our jobs, right?"
"I don't know. I hope not too many, or I'll have to spend all day fixing them up! And they're not robots, they're animatronics."
"What's the difference between animatrons and robots?"
"Animatronics are humanoid. Robots are like computers. All blocky and stuff."
"I wonder if these animatronics are going to be more advanced. I mean, Fredbunny was built like 5 years ago." Jerry and Lisa started calling Fredbear Fredbunny because of his ears.
"Yeah, 1969. I remember that. I was just getting into 7th grade!" Said Lisa as she got the rest of her things together, "Okay. That's about it. See you on Monday, Jerry. Oh, and, careful with the dishes on table five. They've got a toddler."
"Bye, Lisa."
Jerry always kind of liked Lisa. She was a pretty girl, with shoulder length brown hair. He just couldn't do that to Michael. Michael really liked her, for a long time, too. Michael was always sort of a coward, he didn't like roller coasters, or haunted houses, or girls that much, for that matter. Jerry liked to scare the crap out of Michael. Jerry pulled on the golden suit and walked out of the room, starting his day.