03/24/2587 - 6:00 AM
(yes i'm american, stfu)you wake up and you're already tired. that's because you have to babysit the kids...again. it's not like they've ever really done anything wrong to you...well except that time nina shoved cake in your face and ruined your outfit...but besides that they're amazing kids. for some reason you hate them anyways. you figure it's because of some kind of hidden emotional trauma from when you were younger, but it's not like you would know
the children you babysit are sisters, and you have been babysitting them for about 3 years now. the sisters are named Chloe, Nina, and Erin
Chloe is the 15 years old and is the oldest out of the three. she's the least bearable of the kids since she always complains about the fact that she is too old to have a babysitter. you don't blame her, you wouldn't want a babysitter at her age either
Nina is 13 years old and is the middle child. she tends to be the best behaved, except when she throws her temper tantrums. you don't think you're ever going to get over the cake incident.
(this is based on true events, i had a coworker who smashed cake in my face on halloween night, i was pissed af)
Erin is 11 years old and is the youngest of the three children. she is your favorite of the children, even though she misbehaves often. she is super funny and always tries to make you happy whenever you're upset
you finally snap out of your groggy state and start to get ready for the day. apparently you're going to "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza Plex" today
that sounds childish, but you decide to put on a cute outfit incase you run into any attractive men at the place. you look through your closet and decide to go with a bit of an inappropriate outfit for a kids place because to be quite honest with yourself, you're tired of being single
i'm surprised that i still even have a job as a babysitter when i dress like this, but hey, i've been single for 21 years, i've gotta get over this
i wonder why i can't even get a guy. maybe it's cuz i'm mean...no...i'm just sarcastic. it's not MY fault that people are dense
(no wonder you don't have a boyfriend 😬)
after you finish getting ready you go grab a coffee and get going to the kid's house
once you get there you take out the spare key you were given and open the door
it's oddly quiet, where tf did the kids go?
chloeeeee, ninnaaaaaaa, erinnnn, where are you atttt?
you are met with silence so you walk into the kitchen to see if you can find them
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!"
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Fanfiction17+ ~ warning that it will be mature y/n is a 21 year old baby sitter who is tired of their job. growing up she had come to hate kids, and the only reason that she even has the job is because her parents forced her to. she would quit her job, but...