JereMike || A FNAF Story

First Night Newbie

My shift is over in an hour. Thank god. Nothing made me more angry in life than this job. $120 dollars a week isn't enough for me. But it is enough to live a life. I live in an apartment with my wife. She can't work since she does all the cleaning in the house.

So, here I am. My name is Mike Schmidt and I live the crappiest life ever. This is the only job I could go to that actually gives a decent amount of money. The manager here is terrible. He hired me right on the spot. No person information needed. He just wanted my name and address. That's it.

I've been trying to live the best life I can. Thing is, it's not working. At my job, I work as the Security Guard. One; it's the crappiest thing in the world. Want to know why? That's 2. 2; because all damn day you have kids jumping around asking for the bathroom, or if they could play on the stage. My answer every time: back off. That kid usually goes crying to there Mommies after that.

I looked down at my watch. It was 9:30pm. Children were STILL in this place. "Only a couple though, so no need to get worked up Mikey." I say to myself.

After almost everyone left, a kid walked up to the place. I stared out the glass window. He had curly hair, brown, with brown eyes. He was in his teens, I think. There was a sign on the window that said "Help Wanted". He stared at it for a bit, then he looked through the window. The first thing he saw was me.

He walked in and saw the sign "Managers Office" hanging on the ceiling. I watched him walk into the office as he talked to the manager. There was no need to look anymore. He would say the same thing he has always said for the past 4 times.

This guy was a criminal. He hid crimes from people who have died here in this place. Worst part is, they were all Night Guards, and this is what this kid is looking for.

The next thing I knew, this kid was standing right in front of me, tapping my shoulder. I pulled away violently.
"What do you want kid?"

"W..well I got the job. A..and the manger told me to talk to you-"

"Get lost kid. No one needs you here and I don't need you here. Leave. Now." I said.

"B..but the manager told me to get y..you. Y..out have to tour me around the place." He said.

Didn't this kid understand what would happened if he stayed? I'm trying to save him from dying. I decided to keep trying.

"This place is dangerous, and trust me you do not want to be here. Especially for how long I've been here."

"W..well I need this job, s..sir. I..I need it for my mother and I."

Damn it. This kid isn't working with me. I needed to find someway for him to leave. The feeling made me want to puke. Does her really want me to sit there and watch him be stuffed into a suit?

"How's the tour going Mr. Schmidt?" I heard the Manager coming this way.

"Oh it's going great sir."

"Well, this kid will make it. Bet ya $100."

Well there is one thing and that's that you owe me more than $400. He's trying to act all innocent and that he never hid any crimes. I'm gonna have to teach this kid to work the hard way.

"Well Mike, your shift is over in about 10 minutes. Have a good night." He said as he walked out the door throwing me the keys.

"Alright Newbie." I said to him. "Let's get to work"