FNAF Security Guards (One-Shots)

Call me! (Scott X Reader)

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A/N: yuuuuuus I finally have created it with the help of my lovely, amazing and bada$$ comadre LOLSomeoneActually ❤️*fist bumps and tries to hug them but they push me away* so anyways hope you enjoy, and go check her out because honestly she will probably be the most kindest, friendliest, loyalist person you would ever meet, and she has a pretty good book! Anyways see y'all later, Mystic out! *smoke bomb*  (IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOOOOOOOOO! Lol sorry, just drank le Diet Pepsi)

(Grammar mistakes/any other mistakes are corrected and edited by LOLSomeoneActually)

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(Photo cover for this chapter is created by me)
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You were on a website by the name of 'Craigslist', looking for a new job. You were scrolling through the adds and offers, while listening to music of course. You were tapping your foot at the beat of the music, with a big smile on your face, nodding your head side to side. Honestly the only reason why you were happy was the tone of the music, but other than that, you were pretty stressed out. No job has really interested you yet, honestly you were starting to loose hope that you'd ever find an actual good job. You started to hum to the lyrics of the song, clicking different links of job sites.

"Babysitter? Nah, kids can get out of hand.." you said, boredom in your voice

"Digital artist, not good at drawing. Singer? Suck at singing. Waitress? Too boring. Police officer? Too much responsibility involved in it.." you grumbled impatiently, clicking faster through the adds. Until one caught your eye.

"Help wanted, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift, 12am to 6am. Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment. $120 a week, to apply call,   1-888-Faz-Fazbear." You read interested, especially at the part where it reads 'Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.' What do they mean by dismemberment? How could that possibly happen? Maybe it's just some sort of joke.

"Easy? Check! Close to my apartment? Check! Company has good humor, well debatable, but good enough for a job!" You exclaimed, clicking the company's official website. You yawned, covering your mouth, your red eyes had bags under them, you were awake for a while, trying to find the 'perfect' job, well at least a decent one. You took a sip of your coffee and picked your phone up, dialing the company's number. You waited patiently for someone to pick up. You were spinning around in your chair, your head back on the head cushion, loosing hope. Until...

"Hello? This is Freddy Fazbear's boss, Mr. Byron. Would you like some assistance?" he asked quite bored.

"Um yes, I would like to hire for a job?" You asked, gulping

"Ah yes, well then please come to Freddy's so I can meet you in person, then we can negotiate" he said getting up from his chair, looking outside of his window, seeing kids screaming and running around.

"Um okay then, be there soon, thank you for your time" you said getting up, walking towards you closet.

"Good, well goodbye see you soon I suppose" he then hung up, just like that.