Not me. (Ch. 1)

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I read this ad in the newspaper about a job opening at 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. It said it needed a security guard to work from 12-6 in the morning. I decided to take the job. I hoped it wasn't absolute sh*t like my last job. I used to work for the MVPD before I was fired for "incorrect use of illegal substances" or whatever. But I think this job will be better.
• 2 days later •
Well I'm here. At the new Freddy Fatbear's whatever. I walked in and I was immediately greeted by someone with a tattoo of a phone on his neck. Weird choice of a tattoo, but hey, I'm not one to judge. Anyway, the man was very nice and he instructed me to come to the meeting room. I walked in and I saw poster of robots of different sizes and shapes. There's a fat brown dog-thing wearing a tophat. It seems familiar. But my thoughts were swifted away by a man wearing a green hoodie. "Ok guys, day 1, this is it. Now who's ready to do this?"
Not me.

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