Fred Bear's Family Diner: A FNAF Prequel

Late for Work

Somewhere in some suburd in Cawthon City

"In other news, The Iranian Crisis was said to have been mastermined by someone other than Ayotollah himself....We now go to our resident expert on this.."

Picture a young adult's apartment, either fresh out of college, or dropped out. Now picture the mess he would have created while living there. The owner in question had always been somewhat of a lazy ass, either prone to be told on what to do, or just merely shrugs, promising to do it the next day, and then ends up shrugging it yet again.

Said owner was sleeping like a baby on his couch, snoring like a grown up man as the radio near him played the news on the world. His fully grown beard made him look like a lumber jack from Canada, and while every male in the country had their hairs grown to that like of a womans, he's was just a standard Military cut, courtesy of his Strict Father of course.

"And now back to your regular schedule of sweet music."

The radio then began to play "Earth Angel." As if in cue, the owner of the apartment suddenly woke up from his slumber, muttering jibberish words as he rubbed his eyes. He yawns shortly after that. He quickly got up from the couch and proceeded to stretch before scratching his stomach first, then to his fiery red beard.

He looked at the wall clock directly above him and stared wide eyed, he could have sworn it said 8:45 AM

"Bloodey hell,"  he thought, "THAT BLOODEY DINER OPENS AT 9 IN THE MORNIN!"

As if on cue his phone started ringing, then automatically played a message, "Hey Mister MacDagren is it?" came the gruff voice of a man, "Just leaving a message of reminder that the diner will open at 9 in the morning, I sincerely hope you can at least check in, it would be embarrasing for you to be fired on the first day on the job now would it?" a nervous chuckle is then heard. "I hope to personally see you there!" the phone call ends in a beep.

The owner of the apartment merely stopped to hear this as he sighed in relief, that is until the phone rang again, this time the call was from a woman, who's accent was clearly Swedish, "Hey my little hans.."

"Bloodey hell mum." the owner thought as he got inside his bathroom, "I dinnae ave time for this shite.."

In another part of Cawthon City

The one at the apartment wasn't the only one that was late though, although this guy was already walking out of his home, a common suburban one, although the correct term would be storming out of said home of his.

"YOU BETTER MAKE SOMETHING GOOD WITH THIS JOB OF YOURS BOY! OR I SWEAR.."

The man in question grunted at this as he pulled back his already growing hear into a pony tail, He hated...No loathed at the ones he was living with...his parents.

The job in question was just a security job for a diner he had went to as a kid, nothing much, although the wage in question was a bit...too generous, 8 dollars a day? Who does that in this day and age?

He scowled as he passed through several gangs gathering by the street, this was a shitty place to live alright, coupled the fact that his family was a broken one didn't help either.

Still scowling, he pulled back his hoodie as he walked towards the spot that was to take him to his job.

"Bus stop number 1987...What a shitty name.." he muttered.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment..

"Ah David....so nice of you to show yourself on this hallway..." came the voice of a man whose accent was clearly Russian.

The man in question, the guy who owns the apartment room had meant to sneak past the owner of the building, he had to pay that rent, and David...was broke

"Ah Mr.Sadosnovsky!." he greeted, his Scottish Accent had managed to slip through despite his attempt to hide it, "I'll be sure te pay ye that rent ye ask as soon as possible!"

The man in question stared down at the young adult, glaring at him as if he was judging the young man for all the mistakes he might have commited, Being a foot taller than him made David squirm "You're lucky I'm a patient man Scotsman. You have three days...After that it's the streets for you. Now Проваливай!"

Despite being a Scottish, his childhood days spent with his Russian grandfather taught him soem Russian words. He quickly walked towards the door of the building as he heard a loud slamming of a door, followed by a shouting match...in Russian.

He sighed at this as he quickly got into the street, he was just wearing some t-shirt his cousin had gave him, some band and jeans.

"I sure hope the uniform is good...I dinnae like wearin stuff like...in public."

Bus Stop number 1987

The two men eventually managed to arrive at said stop, One of them was busy watching his wrist watch while sitting on the left side, while the other was merely observing the pedestrians walking by while sitting on the right side. They at first ignored each other's presence until of them noticed something very similar to what the other was carrying.

There was a minute of silence of course, until the man on the right side spoke,

"I see you're late for work.."

The man on the left which had taken at first looked frantically at his wristwatch, then spitting on the pavement, before doing both again turned to look at the man on the right side.

"Pardon?"

The man on the right smirked, before extending his hand, "Oh where are my manners? Names Virgil....Virgil Anthony Winters."

The man on the left, stared for a few seconds before reluctantly extended his hand as well, shaking Virgil's hand.

"David." he answered back, his Scottish Accent clearly showing, "David Seamus MacDagren..."

"Nice to meet you Dave." Virgil smirked as he stood up, the bus was finally approaching, he then looked at David again "Can I call you Dave?"

David stood up as well before procedding to study the man, he had bad vibes about this guy, but then merely dismissed it as some utter nonsense, probably just Paranoia

"It depends lad, Only my friends call me that.."

Virgil then gave the other man a smirk so sinister, David could have sworn he was about to be murdered or something

"Well then Davey...I have a really good feeling we're going to be the best of friends." he said as he shows him a 'You're hired paper, with the FredBear's family Diner sign in front of said paper. Virgil then boarded the bus as it stopped there, but not before turning back to the other man

"Come on! We don't want to be late now would we?"

At this Dave abandoned all thoughts of suspicion, they were just a couple of young adults looking for a job. Nothing bad right?

Little did both know, this fateful meeting of theirs would probably have severe consequences in the future....Only time could tell.