Stars in the night sky

The application???

!Trigger warning!
Swearing
Vulgar language
Theft
Mentions of death
Mentions of alcohol, gayness, and bar

If you don't like or feel offended, harassed, or uncomfortable by these themes then I suggest you call the authorities and hope tell you to fuck off, because you're not gonna like it when I tell it to you.

But seriously, if any of these themes disturb you please  don't continue reading. I'm not trying to get canceled.

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Wait, what's this?

"Fazbear entertainment hiring?..."

You mumbled to yourself, clicking the link. It took a minute to load on your phone that ran as if it was made in the 1980's. First thing you needed to get after your paycheck? A new phone, most definitely.

The website the link sent you to was... cluttered, to say the least. Bright colored fonts all other the place, making you scoff and turn down the brightness. You scrolled a bit on the website, skimming over all the different links for job applications and fine prints for said links.

Unfortunately all the jobs were filled, so you were about to click off the website. Until something caught your eye. 'Position; vacant' the text under the link read.

Holy shit, you finally found a fucking job. You were about to read the fine print of what the job entailed, what your position was, who you'd be working with, the waiver you had to sign that ensured any and all injury's that happened on the job— well, at the establishment in general was not the company's problem.

So they cant be held responsible if you were to... die... while working.

However, you didn't read that far. You read about 3 lines before realizing, you didn't feel like reading. So you clicked the link, and started filling out the application. Cool.

What wasn't cool, is that your brain decided to just now remind you that Zuri is still outside in the cold. You tensed up, judgement day is fucked for you.

You submitted the application, put your phone away, grabbed some shoes and Zuri's coat, and left to go look for her. It had been a few hours since she left, effectively making this harder than it had to be.

Standing infront of the door, you contemplated whether it was really worth looking for her. Sure, she'd probably be pissed for a few days.

Possibly kick you out. But it was fucking freezing, even if it was midday now. At least you'd be rewarded with her infamous hot coa coa. You sighed, reluctantly trudging out into the snow.

You silently prayed that those... people wouldn't come back. You tried to think of some things to distract you from the cold.

Not the stares of people that hated you.

Not looking for Zuri.

Not the job application. You didn't want to think about work of all things...

Speaking of work, you didn't check what position in the... Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex ws it? Whatever, you didn't know job you got.

It was whatever, everything would go smoothly. Speaking of, there was a gas station not to far down the road. You'd get a snack to hold you over while you looked for Zuri.

If you were lucky, you'd find Zuri's fatass getting some snacks too. Thats one of the tips you made for her. 'Tip 37, if you ever cant find her, check places that hold food before anything else.'. You chuckled to yourself at the thought.

Reaching the gas station, you walked inside. You grabbed a bag of chips, and a juice. Making your way to the counter, you set the stuff ontop for the clerk to ring up.

You grabbed your phone to pay with Apple Pay. When the woman saw this she spoke up, pausing in her actions.

"Excuse me honeh, we dont take that."

That effectively made you pause in your own actions.

"What?..."

"We don't take the money from the phone, luhve..."

'Don't call me love you dried out, over baked, diseased raisin.' You thought to yourself with a scowl. You put your phone away, walking back to where you got the items.

"Okay, ill just put this shit back..."

You spoke, a plan brewing up inside. Once you made sure the dried out grape woman was'nt looking, you put the chips and juice inside your jacket. Hissing quietly when you felt the cold bottle come into contact with your skin.

You bit your tongue, walking to the doors to leave. Sparing one last glance at the woman, she was on the phone. You could hear a bit of what she was whispering.

Did she call the fucking cops?! This fucking bitch.

She noticed you staring and visibly flinched, not whispering into the phone anymore. You glared fucking daggers through her, before turning and running off.

"If that whore thinks she's getting paid tonight, she better think again..."

You mumbled through gritted teeth. You had half the mind to walk back in and shoot her while she was on the phone.

Better late than never...

You walked down the street, eating the chips you stole. The cops wouldn't find you, and even if they did, you could make up a lie.

Maybe they'd believe that you have a twin sister. If you can think fast enough then you could make up a bunch of fake information about her as well.

But there was no need to do all of that. The police would never suspect it was you. Plus, pretty privilege exists.

Oh yeah, back to our main reason for being out in the fucking cold. Zuri. Where could she possibly have gone?

To the strip club? No, I don't think she's freaky like that...

Maybe a gay bar? It'd check out, but she's not an alcoholic. Then again, there's never a time better than the present... Or something like that...

You grimaced. You hadn't wanted to go to a gay bar as you weren't to fond of people aggressively kissing in booths. Or the random puddles of vomit that would often litter the bathroom floors.

Suddenly your phone went off. 'Fuck, they sent an amber alert already!? I thought the parents were on vacation!' You thought to yourself with a scowl.

Grabbing your phone, you realized it wasn't an amber alert.

"Oh..."

You weren't sure if it were good news or bad news though. It was just an email from fazbear entertainment or whatever. Most likely about the job, they didn't have any other reason to be emailing you.

Tapping the notification, your phone opened the mail app, and opened that email specifically.

You noticed the other unopened emails.. Hundreds upon hundreds of horrid emails... So you just deleted them. Every single one except the email for your application.

Maybe that's why your phone was running so shit. All of those emails were clogging it up and such. Either way, it wasn't your problem anymore.

You started to read the email as you walked to the bar.

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Mel's.that.btch signing off
Until next time, loves<3