y/n l/n is a college student in need of cash. he gets a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a place he used to visit in his childhood. he thinks it'll be some easy cash. How wrong he is...
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Y/n drove to his job. He kept telling himself that he only had to endure this til the end of the week and then he would be free. he'd quit and everything would be back to normal.
That Nightmare that he'd had disturbed him, sure, but he needed the money and he couldn't afford to quit right now.
Y/n: "why couldn't I have gotten work at a Chuck E. Cheese instead..."
soon enough, y/n found himself in front of the restaurant and quickly parked his car. as he stepped closer to the place, he found his feet starting to feel heavier. It was as if his own body was telling him not to go inside.
Y/n took a deep breath...and then entered Freddy Fazbear's pizza.
he walked past the animatronics without even looking at them. he didn't want to see those things anywhere else other than on the cameras. y/n got to his office and then plopped himself down onto his swivel chair. He saw that, once again, another message was on the phone. y/n pressed the button to let it play.
Message: "Hello, hello! Hey, you're doing great! Uh, most people don't last this long! I mean, you know, th-they usually move on to other things by now... uhh, I'm not implying that they died. Tha-that-that's not what I meant..."
y/n: yeah, right.
Y/n checked the cameras to see that Chica had already gotten off the stage.
Message: "...anyway, I better not take up too much of your time. Uh, things will start getting real tonight."
Y/n: THINGS WEREN'T REAL BEFORE?!
y/n was fed up with this place and all the bullshit that went on in it. he was already having a bad night before coming here.
Message: "Uh, h-hey listen, I had an idea. If you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead. Ya know, go limp. Uhh, then there's a chance that... maybe they'll think you're an empty costume instead."
y/n stopped all activity just to glare at the phone for giving such a stupid piece of advice.
Message: "Then again, if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work..."
Y/n shook his head before looking back at the cameras to see something that made him pale.
Freddy was gone from the stage.
Message: "...Y-Yeah never mind, scratch that. I-It's best just not to get caught. Um, well, okay. I-I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."
the message ended and y/n started to frantically check the cameras for Freddy. where could he have gone?! y/n checked every camera until he found him in the dining area...hidden in the darkness with only his eyes visible.
