My name is Mike Schmidt. I'm a high school drop out and a failure to my whole family. I've been a trouble maker since my teenage years. Alcohol abuse describes my life. But where exactly did it all go wrong? My friends weren't role models and always talked me into doing things I thought were cool, but illegal. So I guess that answers the question. So it's time for me to take responsibility for myself. I'm 34 years old and I'm still going nowhere in life. Two weeks ago I was fired from my job. It was crummy pay but worked well for paying rent and buying groceries. I went out this morning and bought a stack of news papers for job opportunities. But then I came across an interesting one. 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria.' The bus I took to work used to drive pass that building every morning. So I guess I might as well give it a shot. I picked up the news paper and began to read:
"Help wanted. Grand re-opening!!! Vintage pizzaria given new life! Come be a part of the new face of Freddy Fazbear's pizza! To apply call: 1-555-FAZ-FAZBEAR." Sounds interesting enough. I picked up the phone and began to dial. Before I knew it, I had a job. I'm now the new face of the Freddy Fazbear pizzaria.
