Move On and Just Forget - A FNAF: The Musical Story

The First Night

October 17, 2009

The telephone rang, it's sound blaring throughout the whole apartment. Seconds go by before a slightly annoyed man walks into the living room, sighing as he picks up the beige phone from off the side table. "Hello? Hello, hello?" Someone asks on the other end. "Can I help you?" The man replied, trying to hide his agitated tone.
"Umm, is this uh... Nathan Sharp?"
"Yeah, that's me. I prefer just "Nate," though."
"Oh, okay! Nate, I'm Scott Cawthon, owner here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. We're looking for a security guard to work the night shift, our previous guy just quit and you're one of our applicants. Would you be interested?"
Nate thought for moment. He had forgotten that he even applied for the job, it was months ago. Even so, Nate knew he needed the money. He had lost his previous job as a cashier due to the store closing, so he figured this would allow him to get by for at least a little while.
"Uhh, yeah, sure." He answered.
"Fantastic! The hours are from 12:00-6:00am, every weekday. You start Monday. Your uniform will be waiting for you on the desk." Scott told him before hanging up. The sudden line-disconnection took Nate a bit by surprise, it made him a little uneasy. With that, however, Nate placed the telephone back on the side table before landing onto the tan couch beside it. He let out a deep breath, wondering what he had just gotten himself into, besides sleepless nights. He hadn't heard the greatest things about the pizzeria, apparently ever since the 1980's the place had been going downhill, but Nate was desperate. So, despite his doubts, he prepared himself for his new job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

> October 19, 2009
> 11:37pm, Night 1

Nate pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He grabbed his jacket to protect him from the cold, night air, then he stepped out of the car onto the pavement. He put his jacket on, locked his car, and then approached the front doors. The inside of Freddy's looked almost abandoned, just peering through the door Nate could see junk scattered across the floor, only sign of any activity in the restaurant was the flickering light in the hallway. Nate reached for the door handle, attempting to pull it open, but it was locked. Nate sighed, he began looking around for a key that Scott had told him about a few hours earlier. After a few seconds of looking, he found the key under the doormat. Shaking his head at the terrible hiding place, he unlocked the door and stepped inside the pizzeria. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then he began to make his way down the dimly lit hallway. Nate had a weird feeling about the place, something about it made his heart beat just a little faster. "I have a bad feeling about this." Nate whispered to himself, beginning to pick up his pace. He turned a corner and began looking for the office, the echo of his own footsteps beginning to creep him out. After what seemed like hours, Nate finally found the office. He walked through the open entrance into the room. He looked around for a minute before glancing at the clock, 11:57pm, his shift started in a couple minutes. He grabbed his new uniform off the desk, a jacket and a hat. He took off his own jacket, replacing it with the new one before sitting down at the desk. He switched on the small circulating fan before turning on the laptop. As he waited for it boot up, a phone started ringing loudly beside him. This caused Nate to flinch, the dark atmosphere of the building was starting to get to him. He stared at the phone for a moment, his fear keeping him from answering. After a few seconds, he reached for the phone. Before he could answer, however, the phone beeped and began playing a message. "Hello? Hello hello?" The message began.
"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you, I'm finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about, Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?"
Nate listened to the message carefully, despite the tone of the message being slightly strange.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company, that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced." Blah blah blah." Now that might sound bad, I know. But, there's really nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about, huh?!" Nate said aloud, becoming more and more nervous as the message continued.