Your traitorous friend had somehow managed to pawn off what to most would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
To you, it spelled out a death sentence.
Interviewing William Afton of Fazbear Industries shouldn't have been so daunting if not for the f...
You were ready to storm in there, sit like a girlboss and interview him. Except you weren't. You were the farthest thing from ready where it concerned William Afton, the sole owner and chairman of Fazbear Industries; a brand with a far reach and farther connections. A company known to assign other members of the Afton family as executives on the board of directors. The man, which almost every decorated journalism company knew, took only the most veteran of interviewers or press reporters, and you were definitely not among them. You could hardly even call yourself a journalist with a majority of your articles about ' Decorations to make your home livelier in time for the Christmas season' or ' 2021's most anticipated interactive RPG games'.
But when your friend had offered you the opportunity to interview—as she put it, a 'kind' and 'personable' conglomerate head that would surely grant you a pay-raise, you hesitantly accepted, not knowing just who the person you were supposed to interview yet.
It wasn't until you had exited the passenger side of a cab and stared wide-eyed and pale at the large FAZBEAR INDUSTRIES sign on the skyscraper that she'd finally decided to ring you up, and in a matter-of-factly tone tell you who you were assigned to. Then in a more reluctant voice, whispered, as an afterthought of sorts, that she was ill-equipped to take his statement.
This was anything but a god-granted opportunity. It was the Devil's chance to rip the carpet from under your feet. As it stood, you were already struggling to maintain a spot in your company, but now? If you, a lowly journalist, had the gall to take on an interview with the William Afton, where so many other knowledgeable journalists had been denied, you were sure to be haggling pedestrians for money on the streets by the end of the day. If your friend, a virtuoso at snagging platinum opportunities like this believed even she was incompetent to interview him, then what made her think you could? You were a journalist for VIDEO GAMES and SEASONAL TREATS! You had no skill whatsoever in the realm of CEOs, much less a man like William Afton, a monster known for his penchant of firing people on the spot for the smallest of inconveniences.
Maybe she was doing this out of spite—spite that you had somehow gotten a chance to interview Funtime Foxy. But wasn't this too much for a little jealousy? Somehow, you had the feeling that the decision for you to interview William wasn't solely up to Vanessa, but Phone Guy, your editor-in-chief, and a man who you'd come to know had a soft spot for you. It was decidedly better than coming to the conclusion that the monster himself had a hand in this, because if that were true, then maybe he truly was the type to torture people like you for the mere sake of entertainment.
