FNAF 1

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Boss pov
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I look at my clipboard and call out, "Mike! Get in here."
A skinny brown haired boy walked in. About 19 years old.
"So, you wanna be a security guard here?"
I eyed him suspiciously; no one wants to work here but me.
"Yes, sir." I heard him say
The poor kid, shaking nervously. I may have scared him a little.
I laugh and say, "Don't be nervous, all you gotta do is watch this place for five nights. Think you can do it?"
"Yes, sir!" He says a bit more confidently.
I get up and shake his hand, and give him a flashlight.
"What's the flashlight for?" He asked looking at me.
"You will need it." I said and walked out of the room
"Right." I heard him mutter
I walked out of the building to my car. I sat there for five minutes, worrying about Mike. Then I started the car and drove home.

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