The man behind the slaughter

Chapter One

Y/N is male in this story, sorry. This will mostly be in their POV.

I was laying in bed and staring at my ceiling in silence. I was so tired that it wasn't even funny.

I had just got back home from collage, so I felt free but pressured to start working as soon as possible. After all, you have to pay to live, and if you don't make enough all you'll be able to do is work sleep and maybe eat. Life is amazing, huh.

I sighed and got out of bed before throwing on some ripped jeans and a black crop top. I then headed out to find a place that was hiring. I was new to the place since I moved here after graduating, so I needed to explore anyway.

I wandered around aimlessly before stopping as something caught my eye. A large building held a hiring sign.

"Freddy's Pizzeria?.." I mumbled to myself before heading back home to do research. It was better to do some before applying there without even knowing what exactly was in there, and I didn't want to just barge in blind.

I went home, grabbed my favorite chips, and sat on my bed while opening up my computer. I searched up the place before scrolling through the many articles available.

"Huh, this place is pretty popular.. the animatronics are kinda creepy but oh well-" I then scrolled until I saw a picture of the fox animatronic, and I smiled. "This one isn't though, he's adorable." I chuckled and continued glancing through articles.

I froze up when I came across one claiming about missing kids. However, I carelessly assumed it was a false article and pushed past it to continue my search.

After a while, I pulled up their website and read through it. "This place is honestly pretty cool, plus I took a course in engineering so that could come in handy." I say to myself. It was a habit I picked up after keeping myself hidden away quite often. I was certainly not a big a fan of socializing.

"..maybe I shouldn't talk to myself at work. I don't want them to fire me thinking I'm a crazy person-" I sigh and move on to fill out their application, and I submit it with my resume. I hope to get an interview with what I think might be the owner, uhmm, Henry? Or perhaps the co-owner.. William something?..

I shrugged and laid down, burying myself in my blankets all while turning my notifications up. It was in preparation for if I were to get a response. I had turn on my music and closed my eyes, drifting off an hour or two later. I fell into a deep, dreamless slumber per usual.

I did not hear the notification on my phone go off an hour after I succumbed to slumber.

When I eventually woke up the next morning, I groggily grabbed my phone as usual and scrolled through my notifications. I sat up straight, straighter then I would ever be, and quickly opened a new email to read it out loud.

"Y/N L/N,

You have been accepted to have an interview.

Fazbear Entertainment expects you here by 12 this afternoon."

Fuck yeah.

I smiled, but also, damn. They were kind of strict. I'm already excepted to get to the interview right after close checking on my resume and diploma? I shrugged and checked the time.

It was 11.

...shit, I got up and dressed myself in a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt before throwing my shoes on and walking outside. I hopped on my bike and pulled up gps for the quickest route since I had only just wandered there yesterday and begun biking in this new area. It wasn't exactly ideal, but at least it was good for me.

Once I arrived, I parked my bike and checked the time.

11:50.

I guess being early is a good thing. I walked in and slipped right over to an office door whilst avoiding being caught in a crowd. I knocked on the door only to walk in after a faint "It's open" was heard. I stepped in and introduced myself, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N I'm here for the interview."

A man with messy brown hair and glasses looked up from his paperwork. "Ah, hello, it is lovely to meet you! My name is Henry Emily. Please, take a seat. We can start our interview." He sat up strait and fixed his posture while looking at me.

I sat down on the seat in front of his desk. In that moment, all of my anxiety hit me like a truck. I nervously fiddled with a hair tie I keep on my wrist.

"Alright, first off, is there anything on your record I didn't see?"

I responded with a quick "no sir," and he looked back down at his papers. He asked more questions, I answered, and he wrote a few things down before smiling brightly.

"Well, Y/N, I would like to congratulate you on making the job! If you could, we are low on staff, so it would be great if you were to be here at six in the morning right before opening so my partner can show you the ropes. William will be waiting for you tomorrow in his office which is across from mine."

I smiled and nodded "That's great, I can't wait to start. Thank you sir!" I stood up and excused myself before walking out and leaving the crowded place.

I swiftly headed back home whilst sighing in accomplishment, for I got the job and didn't mess up for once! I chained my bike and went up to my room.

The interview didn't take up much of my time, so I just spent the rest of the day playing games. I may be an adult, but no one is to old for Roblox and Minecraft. Though, it can get tiring, so after that I did some drawing, fixed myself some instant ramen, ate, and went off to bed.

((999 words))