The Job Offer

Chapter 3

The house was about thirty minutes from the pizzeria. I wonder how Michael is doing, I thought.

"I loved Michael," Travis said. "We've talked about so much together. Ever since he told me everything about the pizzeria, he'd teased me about all of it. He is a stereotypical brother. He cared a lot about my, but liked to tease and taunt me a lot."

"Travis, it seems like you lived a good life!" I said, smiling. We pulled up at the house. I got out. "Jeremy, I think Travis and I are gonna go in first. You stay in here. I'll come back to get you."

"O-Okay," said Jeremy. I knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" cried a scared voice. He sounded angrily terrified.

"It's a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria associate," I said. "I just need to ask a few quick questions."

"Please don't kill me!! Have you come to avenge my brother? Or to turn me into an animatronic? Or have you come to take me away?"

"I would never do that to you. I've been searching for you for over two months now! Please let me in. I mean no harm to you. I've come to help you." The door unlocked. Finally, I was welcomed in. The door shut behind me. I looked at Michael. He had black hair and wore a black jacket over a gray shirt. He wore light blue jeans and yellow sneakers. He smiled at me.

"Sorry about how awkward this is. I am Christin Landry, a security guard for Freddy Fazbear's pizza. I recently found out about your location so I came to you."

"Good choice!!" he said.

"I brought a guest, if you don't mind." I motioned to Travis. "Come out." Travis floated beside me. Michael began to cry.

"Is that really..."

"It's really me, Michael...!" He smiled. Michael hugged the boy's spirit. "I can be set free now!" Above him, we saw a white glow. Travis floated up go it. "Thank you for setting me free. I'll be back!" He disappeared and the white faded to black then back to reality.

"He's free now," said Michael. "Thank you for freeing my brother." I smiled and nodded in agreement.

"So," I said, "from what I heard from one of my friends, your father was the owner of Fazbear Entertainment. You had no idea your father was a murderer and you didn't have enough time to figure it out before your poor brother died to an accident in 1987. Vincent, your father, wants to kill all of us. That's only because of Ennard, an evil endoskeleton, implanted itself inside Vincent's body, and his body acted as a puppet. That's why he performed the murders. Ennard controlled his every move, and made him do what he did." I grabbed his hands. "The Fazbear Company desperately needs you. With you on our side, maybe Vincent will see what he's done and regret everything. Will you please help us?" Michael looked shocked.

"If it's to help you out," said Michael, "then I'll gladly do it!!" I hugged him tightly.

"Thank you!" I said. "I will repay you with something big!" I smiled. "We'd better hurry! My car is running outside. Let's get moving!"

Jeremy was sitting in the front seat with a smile. I got in after Michael.

"Michael," I said, "this is Jeremy Fitzgerald, my work partner. Jeremy, this is Michael."

"I-It's an honor to meet you," he said. "I've heard s-so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you, too!" said Michael.

"We're going back to the pizzeria to talk to the animatronics," I said. "All of them can talk it out and we can develop a final plan." We drove back to the pizzeria.