Five Nights at Freddy's: The Forgotten and the New

2. The Past's Future

"Hey!" My best friend glared at me.

"Its not like I have a choice in the matter, Kayla! Do you think I want a summer job?" Lie number one. I wanted a summer job to pay for all of the fun stuff I wanted to do, but more importantly, get away from the people at school. All so stereotypical.

"Well, how should I know? You act like you want this, but you don't. You act like you don't want that, but you do. I don't know, Ash. I just... Don't!" Kayla huffed.

"Trust me, Kayla. With our type of parents, its surprising you aren't being forced to get a summer job." Lie number two. Our parents were super wealthy, no need for jobs for their teens, right? Nope. I wanted to work, to be as far away as possible from my parents.

"Whatever you say, Ash. Oh, please make time for me, though! Please?" Kayla said, pouting.

"Well, of course! Never forget a friend, especially when asked not to." I said, laughing. It had been our vow when we were younger, but Kayla had broken it time and time again. I never had, but maybe I would have to for this job. I had quit two others just for Kayla... "Alright?"

"Fine..." Kayla said, a smile teasing at her lips. Her phone buzzed, jingling out the warning of curfew in half an hour. "Gotta go... Bye Ash. See you tomorrow?"

"Possibly. I'll call." She nodded, running off. I sat, watching the birds, until night began to fall. Then, I began the trek home.

I opened the door, and stared inside. Listening, I heard nothing beyond the doorway.

"Took the baby out for dinner again, I see." I muttered, throwing my bags onto the floor. Going to the kitchen, I grabbed the newspaper. Opening to the open jobs, two things caught my eye.

First was this:

Wanna be a CEO of your own company? Start here, and we'll set you the right path!

Then a picture of a happy family, and a big house displayed behind them was shown. I smirked. Not true. My parents were both in the high powered corporations. My mom, a CEO, my dad, not sure what he did, but he was still high ranking. They were happy with Mike, the 'baby' of the family. While I, Ash, was the black sheep. I was always left alone. Always.

The second job made me smile.

Night Guard at Fazbear's Pizzeria! 12-6, for 5 nights a week. If you want to work longer, just tell us how long, and you'll get it!

I couldn't help but laugh, remembering all the good times I had there when I was a smaller. I had nearly lived there for three years of my life, though, because of the fact that my parents would send me there after school, till they closed. Then, I'd walk home, and spend an hour trying to go to sleep before my parents finally got home. Back then, Fazbear's closed at ten. Pretty late, really and truly. Then, my parents started saying I was to old for Fazbear's, but I would still sneak out to go sometimes. Memories don't die. Never.

Well, since I knew what sadness was, when I saw a kid crying, and I had finally gotten the golden Freddy doll, I didn't hesitate to give it to the boy. Or, when I finally was able to get my first Plushtrap, I didn't keep it. Oh, no. I had given it to a girl who had lost all of her tickets to some bullies. At first, she acted like she didn't want it, but since I told her, three times, she could have it, she finally took it, and she stopped crying once she held it withing her skinny arms.

I remembered everything from Fazbear's. Including the five missing kids, and the "Bite of '87," but, eh. I grabbed my phone, and dialed the number.

*Ring! Ring! Click* "Hello?"
The voice bounced around in my head. I couldn't believe I was doing this!

"Yes? I was calling about the night shift? Twelve to six. Is it still open?" I asked, smiling into the phone.

"Yeah, its still here. You want it?" The man asked, surprised.

"Yeah... I mean, yes, sir." I said, holding my breath.

"Come by on Monday. Your first shift. Good luck!" The man said, hurrying off the phone.

"Weird, but okay! I got a job!" I started dancing around like a buffoon, until I heard a call pull into the driveway. "Oh no..." I sprinted up the stairs, and changed into some jogging pants. I was already wearing a shirt they thought was one of my PJ's. So, I plopped onto my bed, and called Kayla, and right on time she did answer!

"Hello?" She sing-songed into the phone.

"Oh, my, god, Kayla, guess what?"

"What?" She said, knowing I was hiding from my parents.

"You know that boy, with the long hair... Yeah, I thought he was sooooooo.... Oh, hi Mom. Hi dad. Anyways, soooooo..." I stopped, listening.

"Gone?"

"Gone. Thanks, Kayla." I said, sighing in relief.

"Always here, for my Ash-y." We ended the call, and I stared at the ceiling, wondering what they told Mike about me today. I started to drift into sleep, and my last thought, I didn't fully understand it.

You shouldn't have taken the job, Ash.

Thanks for reading! I'll be sure to get the next part up soon. ASAP, you know,and Stay Scary!
PS - When I get to the actual night shift, I'm not sure if I'll continue with first-person, or go to third.