The Job Offer

Chapter 1

I laid on my bed, thinking about what'd happened today. I was in the middle of a prep school class when an officer calls for me and throws me back into the street. I ran out of money to pay for the prep school. I had to get a job. I sighed as I pushed my glasses up. That will never happen. No one knows or likes me.

My name is Christin Rosé Landry. I am seventeen and I just got out of half a semester of advanced prep classes. I had an option to skip high school for my grades, but so continued. Sadly, I ran out of money to stay in the prep school. I could care less about prep school now. I need to pay rent for my house. Now that school is no choice for me, I've decided to get a job until I can earn enough money to pay for the rest of this year and one more full year in my apartment. I had a plan to throw myself out as a part-time or full-time employee for any business. I knew someone would take me. I was just gonna wait.

I was done with my employment posters. I went all over my town and posted them on any building with a billboard. Now, all I needed to do was wait!

Not even three days later, I got a major ask in the mail. I opened the small, purple envelope. The letter inside letter talked about a business called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza that needs a night guard to work from 12am to 6am. I liked the sound of that.

After a little bit of thinking, I decided that the night guard option was perfect for me.

It was the late afternoon on Thursday. I decided to go talk to the pizzeria to talk to the boss.

I walked in the pizzeria. The doors were open wide, like I needed to be there! Inside lay rows and rows of animatronics and their parts. Creepy, I thought. I heard a hum.

"Hello?" asked a deep, echoey voice. "Are you Christin Landry?" Should I respond? I thought. This guy could be a killer.

"Yes...!" I responded, fear in my voice. "I'm Christin."

"It's a pleasure! My name is Vincent. I've heard a lot about you."

"From who!?"

"Sources!" He laughed. "Anyway, about my job offer, you'll get a hundred a week for watching security cameras and keeping away the animatronics. I always leave as soon as your shift starts and come back as soon as your shift ends. That's from 12am to 6am, where you're free at 6:30am, if you're lucky." I saw the shadow of a tall man. Vincent, I thought. He had shoulder-length, purple hair and smiled. He was wearing a purple, button-up shirt with a black tie and black working pants. He wore black lace-up boots and his skin was grayish-purple. He really did look young for owning this business.

"Hi, Vincent," I said, smiling.

"Hello, Christin," he said. "You're very pretty."

"Thank you..."

"Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am William Afton, but call me Vincent. I've been running this business since the tragic Bite of '87. Anyway, one of the younger security guards, maybe a year or two above you, works the day shift, but we've got another guy coming in wanting to do the day shift. That means I'm leaving you two to the night shift, since you are a newbie. I think you two will get along nicely, so, I'll have him come in tomorrow and introduce you to all of the techniques." He raised his finger as if he remembered something important. "There is a side note. As I tell some of my employees, our animatronics get rather wild when they see people like us around before opening and tend to think we are endoskeletons. You need to be very careful, Christin." He paused for a moment. "Oh, yes. Since you say you need money to pay your house's monthly rent, I have offered to pay all of it for you, for, y'know, taking of this job and all."

"Really!? Thank you!" I hugged Vincent tightly. He rubbed my head.

"Anytime, honey..." I looked up at him, confusedly. "Oh, sorry. You just remind me so much of my daughter."