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 pulled up to the Pizzeria with the usual splitting headache he'd been having to deal with these last four nights. As he parked his car, he noticed a cop car was already in the parking lot. He also saw a Brown haired man in a trench coat and a cop with shoulder length black hair next to him.
Y/n sighed before turning off his car and stepping out of his car. As he did, the two men approached him.
Y/n: May I help you two?
The man in the trench coat pulled out his badge.
???: Matthew Robert Patrick. Homicide detective.
???: And I'm Mark Edward Fischbach. Deputy cop.
Matthew: We're here to ask you some questions about the murder that occurred here the other night.
Y/n: Okay.
Y/n should've known that he'd be questioned at some point but he was worrying about different things these days.
Matthew: Did you happen to see the man's body before you left the building?
Y/n: No.
Matthew: Did you know the man personally?
Y/n: No. I only got voicemails from him through the phone.
Matthew: What's with the bags under your eyes?! Why so exhausted HM?
Y/n: Oh, I don't know, probably because I WORK THE NIGHTSHIFT!!!
Y/n was not in the mood for accusations right now.
Mark: Okay, Let's back off for now. Thanks for answering our questions, sir.
Matthew: I'm telling you that something weird is going on here!!
Mark: Yeah, yeah, You can tell me all about whatever theory you've got about it.
The detective and the cop went into their car and left as Y/n walked into the Pizzeria. As soon as y/n got into his office, He was surprised to see that here was a message left for him on the phone. He figured it may be from his boss so he hit the play button.
However, that turned out to be a mistake. All y/n heard was a muffled voice saying gibberish. Suddenly, y/n clutched his head in agony. His headache was becoming unbearable the more he listened to that message.
Y/n: "Jesus...Fucking...CHRIST!!!"
Before the call ended, Y/n grabbed the phone and yanked it out with enough force to unplug it. As soon as the message stopped, His headache didn't hurt as much anymore. Y/n was left with questions in his mind.
What the hell was that? Did the animatronics leave that message for him? The fuckers, this was all nothing but a game to them. This whole job has been nothing but Psychological warfare from the start.
