The sky was grey, my life was hellish, and once again I wake up to the world knowing I'd have no one or nothing great to wake up to. I had no job, well, not anymore. I was a cashier at Dairy Queen, but my boss found out my history in jail, and booted me out. Even after working there for four years without calling in sick or having any incidents. He fired his most loyal employee, because of a criminal record? Can't really blame him, though. I was arrested for theft, so he probably thought I was stealing from the cash register or something.
I stretched my arms and let out a tiresome yawn before rubbing my eyes awake and getting up from bed. I applied for five jobs, and so far four have denied me. I just hope the fifth one does, I'm desperate!
I had applied for a teacher's assistant, visual arts class model, McDonalds cashier, librarian, and security guard. I haven't heard the call of me being denied or accepted of me becoming a security guard. Which was odd, I was suspecting that job robe the first to be declined.
It was an open job, a pizzeria wanting someone to watch the place after hours from midnight to six in the morning on weekdays. The pay was high too, which made me wonder why no one else applied for the job. It was $23 an hour, and I had to work six hours a day on weekdays, which adds up to $690 a week. That would be $2760 a month, and $33120 a year. That was a good job, great even! Who'd pass that up?
I was just about to head for the showing holding my towel,before I heard the familiar bing from my laptop. I dropped my towel, tossing it onto my bed before jumping into my leather office chair and flipping open my laptop. My screen radiated white and pale purple colours before my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the notification.
To: Emma Swan
From: Charles L. Fazbear
To whom it may concern, I, Charles L. Fazbear congratulate you into earning the job as the night guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. From this day on, Monday June 6th 2004, you shall report to the diner by midnight to receive your required uniform as well as further information towards your newly applied job here. If you wish to read on, for safety measures to my new employees, I shall list them down thoroughly. One, a mechanic comes in once or twice a month on Thursdays only to repair or to dismantle the animatronic robots within the diner, and if they are to come at a certain date not discussed by me, report to me immediately, or to the police if situation is dire and highly necessary. Two, there are four animatronics in full function and in manageable condition. I beg, if you are to see an animatronic out of place or its gears moving without the key to their main controls- shut them down immediately. With anything you can find, even your own fists will do. Three, there see six employees currently working at the pizzeria. The janitor, the two chefs, and three other who are in charge of welcoming customers and helping around the building. If you see more than that, report to me for further notice because before hire new people, we notify our other employees beforehand. Your shift starts at midnight, the day we send you this note, and ends at six am sharp. Don't be late.
Sincerely,
Charles L. Fazbear
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
"Holy shit!" I screamed, jumping from my seat and onto the carpet floor, startled out of my mind, "I got the job! I fucking got the job!"
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Fazbear's Jones Security
FanfictionIt all takes place in the glory days of the year 2004. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has been through it's ups and downs since opening up in the late 1950's as a diner and evolving into a restaurant, but now that must be put to a close when it's the pizzer...
