Falling For Foxy

Chapter One- Your new Job~

Okay. New job. You've been struggling with money recently, so you decided to get a job. As a security guard. At a haunted pizzeria. With your worst fear. Animatronics. As you feel memories flooding back you have a flashback... (Flashback)
"Foxy! Foxy!" You shout as you sprint into the pizzeria know as "Freddy Fazbear's". The Fox catches your attention, and you run over to him. He engulfs you into a warm hug, and you bury your face into his fur. It was your 6th birthday, and you got to see your idol... Foxy the pirate. You stand up and thrust your favourite present at him. A foxy plush toy. You were truly in love. "Aye, yer a true Pirate to be lass," Foxy compliments. You feel your face burn red, and you then crawled up into Foxy's lap and hugged him, until your parents came over and said it was home time. You get up, and kiss Foxy's cheek. Then you feel a sudden shove in your back. You then turn around to see security guards forcing a little boy's head out of Foxy's mouth, thick blood poured from Foxy's mouth as he let out a an animatronic howl, and you start bawling as your parents rush out of the building along with a majority of other petrified parents. (End of Flashback)
A shudder runs down your spine causing your eyes to fill with tears of heartbreak.. You quickly blink them away and think: "How could my idol do that...?"- Your mind raced with thoughts of sorrow, and guilt. You start to think about something else and you leap out of your bed and stare at the Staff jacket in front of you, Printed with the Freddy Fazbear logo. Did you really want to do this? Were you ready to face your fear? You pull on some black skinny jeans and (Your favourite shirt) a black shirt. You pull your tangled hair into a messy ponytail with your long, black bangs hanging loosely around your pale face. You put on your glasses, grab your phone and head for the door. You shout: "Mother, I'm going to work." It felt so strange saying that, as you had never had a job before. You drive to the pizzeria and stare at it. An overwhelming feeling of dread washes over you as you make your way through the large glass doors.