I gazed deeply into michal's ghostly eyes. Instantly, i could see him swoon and he fell in love with me.

Three weeks earliar…..

I stared at the newspaper clipping on my mother's table. She was gone forever. Tears streamed down my face as I read her obituary. But they were'nt tears of sadness or grief.

I was happy she's tail waggled in excitedment. After years of selling me to the local mafia boss for drug money, i was glad she died. (well she was mudered.)

I sighed. I knew that i would know have to get a job to pay the bills. I wont be selling myself like my so called mother did. But i knew that the mafia boss would not let me go freely. I flinched as i herd banging on the front door of our small three bedroom hous.e

"Y/N! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! I KNOW YOUR IN THEIR!"

I pulled out my gu n and shot them all in the face. Then i buried the bodie. I knew i had to get out of here. I grabbed a can of propaine that was in my kitchen and i lit the house on fire, jumping out of the window and escaping into the night. maybe i can hitchhike the way to the next town?

The nest day

"BUY CRYPTO SUCKERS!" i wake up as the tv blasts. I was in a hotel for the night on the edge of the next town.

I hated being stuck in the midle of nowher in Utah, america. Maybe i can find a job to make a bunch of money here. If theres only like 12 people in this state, then there has to be a lotof jobs i can apply to.

maybe ill try drugs and see why my mom loved them more than me!

Maybe. thats a bit of a stretch but its *whatever*.

Sighing, i close my blue orbs and lay back down on the bed. Tomorrow, i'll go job hunting. I read a few ads in the paper, and they were promising. Most of them were part time, but money was money. For now, I figured i coud probably stay in the hoetel, as it was pretty cheap. Only $10 a night!

I hope i can get a fresh start here. My old life haunts my dreams as I toss and turn into the knight. Memories resurface, images of my mother and my absentee father flash behind my eye lids and i whimper in my sleep.

tomoorow is another day.

Waking up, i groad as i sit up. Sniffing, i rub my eyes as im greeted by the morning sun shining through my the hotel blinds. Plopping back down into the sheets, i cringe. They were too soft for my liking.

I was used to sleeping in the basement with a burpee sack while my mother sold my long hair for drug money. I was too use to the rough tecture that i'd begun to ejoy. After another half an hour goes by, i finally get out of bed and look at the clock.

10:47 AM. whoah. I really slept in. shrugging to myself, i take a shower and get dressed in a hoodie and put my hair up in a messy bun. Time to go job hunting!

Cycling into town was'nt too difficult, considering the hotel was in town but it was still a hike. I'd already collected several applications from various areas in the small town of Utah.

I hope I can get an interview soon.

Sitting down at a local coffee shop, I opened up my new iphone 14 pro max and looked at the time. Woah. it's already 1 o'cock. I sigh, stomach grumbling.

I go upt to the counter and order a small coffee. Eyeing the cakepops, I point at one and wiggle my eyebrows enticingly at the cashier. They roll their eyes, grabbing the one i pointed to and ringing it up as well. Hading them the money, i smile and thank them.

What a nice fellow.

Sitting down at an outside bench while I wait for my drink, I take a look around the area. There was a park across the brick road, trees blossoming and leaves flutting in the wind. Watching as a couple embraces under a nearby tree, i frown. my chest panged with lonelyness.

some day i wish i'd have someone to look at me like that.

I'm bortught out of my reverie as I see a man in a wheelchair roll up near the tree a few feet from my bench.

I nibble at my cake pop, avoidingg eye contact. I hate talking to people, which is why i'll be forever alone. It would just be so easy if a supernatural monster would come and rescue me. Humans suck.

Or a ghost would be nice, too.

Clearing his throat, he rolls up to my table. He gives me a warm smile, and glances down at the many applications strewn about hte table.

"New to town, eh?" he asks. His voice sends shibers down my spine.

He sounds so…fatherly. Also elderly. I smile at him, thinking of my late grandad, Billiam Shafton.

"Ah. Y-Yeah, I'm new here. My name is Y/N L/N." I respond. He furrows his brows at me, before a look of dawning realization takeso ver his elderly mug.

"I see. Well, Ms…Lynn? If yo-" he's cut off as a small dog runs toward us.

All colouur drains from his face as the small dog approaches up. Screaming like a child, the mistery man jumps out of his wheelchair and bear climbs up the nearest tree.

I watch in shock. What.

Sobbing from the tree, he yells out, "HELP! SOMEONE GET THIS DOG OUT OF HERE?!"

I sigh. Getting up from my own seat, I trot over to the over grown plant and approach the miniscule dog.

Whistling, I get the dogs attention and toss the cake pop far into the park. The dog chases after it eaggerly. Glancing up un amused, i raise a hand to protect my eyes from the sun. "Wheelchair, eh?"

The man laughs awkwardly as he climbs down. I'm only just now noticing his neon purple socks that say "WEDNESDAY". Interesting. It IS wednesday. How do the socks know?

He smiles at me awkwardly. "I, uh. Sometimes I forget I'm paralyzed from the waist down. My body just. Takesd over!" He giggles as he collapse back into the chair.

"O-kay." I say. "A-anyways, you're looking for a job, right? I have just the place!~" he says enthooseiasstically. "Uh, not interested, old man." I say.

"Please, hear me out!" he pleads. "It's this place down the road, on Washington. Just by Fourth Street Fusion, the bakery."

I hum. "Go on."

"You see, I actually worked there about thirty years ago. I wonder how things are doing.." he trails off.

"It's a sort of restaurant, you see. Don't worry! You seem like the type to like kids. Just go in and ask to speak to the manager. Tell him this,"

I stare up at the building labdled "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria". The bear stares down at me, tipping his hat in a derogatory manner. The chicken's eyes bore into my very soul. Eugh.

"Look at this place. What a model of impotence and decrepitude." I sigh.

Might as well check it out.

Pushing through the glass doors, I walk past families and make my way to the front desk, only to see it empty. Huh.

Glancing around, I decide to try and catch an employee. Seeing a person with the name tag "Jerry" I approach them.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Uh, how can I help you?" they respond. "Where can I find the manager?"

They roll their eyes. "He's through that door, labeled "Manager's Office."

I grin sheepishely. "OK, sorry."

Walking through the door, I couldnt help but feel a cents of being weatched. i felt like a pair of eyes were following my every move.

Entering the office, I see an old man sitting at the desk.

"Uh, hello! How may I help you?" he says. "I'm here to apply for a job." I say.

"Mr. Afton sent me."