~𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑜𝑛 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟~ (WIP)

• 1 ~ 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 •

Chapter Word Count: 816

Y/N's POV:

I woke up today feeling, as always, tired and depressed. I smacked my alarm clock blindly until the ear-bleeding beeping had stopped. I opened my eyes and stared at my ceiling. Let's hope today wouldn't be as bad as yesterday... Or the day before... Or the day before that... Etcetera etcetera.

I got up and went to my closet, choosing my ugly yellow and red shirt and black jeans. That was what my work called a 'uniform'. I put on my cap that I didn't want to put on and 'accidentally' left my name tag at home (I didn't want random strangers knowing my name).

On the way to work, a guy who looked in his mid-twenties ran up to my car and knocked on the window. He had brown fluffy hair and a relatively cute face. I rolled it down and asked what he needed.

"Do you perhaps want a job at a pizzeria? You'll get a free voucher and me as a colleague!" he said proudly, "My father co-owns it and he's really looking for an employee. Everyone left after... The incident... So, do you?"
"Erm sorry I have a job. I hope you find someone though, you seem nice!" I replied, saying goodbye and rolling the window back up.

I entered the little restaurant I worked for and went to till. I was a cashier today. Some days I'd be a waitress, a chef or a mechanic. The restaurant officially opened for the day and people started piling in.

I was serving this sweet little old lady until someone pushed past her, knocking her off her feet. I quickly ran to help the poor grandma up and told one of  my colleagues to see to her. She looked fine, but old people are nice so I wanted to make sure she knew she was lovely. I walked back behind the till and saw who had pushed in front of Margeret (I'm not sure if that was her name, but it seemed fitting).

She looked like the definition of 'Karen' and banged her fist on the table, making everyone turn their head towards us. "WHY WAS THERE A HAIR IN MY FUCKING CHICKEN NUGGETS!? I WANT A REFUND BEFORE I TURN THIS STUPID PLACE INSIDE-OUT!" she shouted angrily, making me recoil in slight fear. She held up a long strand of blonde hair.

"Alright ma'am, please calm down. I understand you're angry, but I did nothing wrong." I told the woman, trying to be polite and professional.
"You're right, you did nothing wrong. SHE DID!" she accused, pointing at one of my co-workers in the kitchen. She just so happened to have short, bright pink hair.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but that hair you found in your meal was clearly blonde, and my co-worker there has pink hair. Please calm-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!! YOU BITCH, GET OVER HERE FOR RUINING MY FUCKING FOOD!" she yelled, leaping at the poor girl trying to make some fries in peace.

I immediately ran to her aid, grabbing Karen (again,the name just fits) and pulling her back by the waist. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" she exclaimed, trying to punch me blindly, much how I tried to turn off my alarm that morning.

Fortunately, I was quick and turned her around, slamming her into the wall. "Don't fucking touch my colleague. I will fuck you up, bitch." I said quietly.

"What are you gonna do, scratch me? Oh I'm so scared!" she mocked before instantly eating her words when I pulled a pocket knife out of my bra. I always kept it there, just in case of an emergency. This felt like a fitting situation.

"Leave these premises right now."

"O- Okay!" she cried, running away like a duck.

I suddenly heard a very angry male voice shouting my name as I put my knife back in my bra. "Y/N! YOU'RE FIRED. YOU'RE LUCKY I'M NOT CALLING THE POL-"

"Alright, I didn't like you anyways. Bye lovelies! You're welcome for saving your life!" I shouted at my friends in the kitchen. I walked out of the building, holding up my middle finger to my ex-boss. I've wanted to do that for over two years.

I suddenly remembered that guy who had offered me a job at his dad's pizzeria. Perfect. I got in your car and pulled away, driving back to where we had talked earlier. Luckily he was still there. I parked at a nearby parking lot, walking back to the guy.

"No luck finding any people?" I asked, making him jump at my sudden presence.
"Unfortunately, no," he replied dully.
I smiled. "Well, you're in luck. I just got fired!" I told him.
He looked up at you hopefully. "So you'll take the job?" he asked.

I nodded and asked, "Where even is it?"
"Freddy Fazbear's."

A/N

The other chapters will most likely be longer than this one, but oh well. Also, don't worry, Mike isn't the main character. We just haven't met Will yet, be patient young ones.

Love y'all <33