Blood Rust | Fnaf

Chapter 1

He was 25, single and unemployed. Unable to sustain his rent, he was going to get kicked out by his landlord very soon.

So what if you were the coolest kid in school? Always going clubbing and talked about as you walked down the corridor......not ever wondering what happened next. The moment you graduate to college, no one remembers you and you start all over again. At the end, all the universities reject your countless appeals and you realise how screwed you are.

Scott sighed, he should have studied harder when he had the chance. He opened the door groggily and picked the papers from the cold stone ground. The front cover spelled out "Job recruitment!" in huge, childish and bubbly letters. All of them made it seem so easy, but you grow to realise that they all require some sort of experience, which he lacked.

His eyes scanned the page.

HELP WANTED

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.
12am-6am.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
No special job requirements.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week(for working days).
Walk-in-interview to apply

Memories flooded back into his mind. He could still taste each ingredient on its own. Fredbear Diner's Pizza and its delicious stomach growling smell. The faint meaty scent of bacon, the unique dough cooked through smelled like a bakery, the gooey creamy fragrance of cheese, and the zesty whiff of pepperoni. Altogether it was amazing.

It held a special place in his heart. He remembered the times that he would rush to the front seats, eagerly awaiting the golden bear and the yellow rabbit's grand entrance. "Are you ready kids?" They would ask, and he never failed to reply.

It was his favourite place......until the incident, or should he say incidents. 'The bite of 87' and the missing children. There were suspects but no one in particular could be framed for the act. He shivered at the thought.

He remembered his devastation when it closed it's doors. But it came back with new characters and faces. Now known as "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria".

A pathetic sum of $120 per week, that was $24 per day. Still better than the nothing he was getting. And he used to think he had potential.

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"Face the fact M-Vincent," he sighed. The door slammed after the latest sercurity guard , "we'll never get a guard."

"Just be patient, I'm sure someone would take up the job."

He cocked a brow, "Seriously? Risking your life for $120 a week, which idiot would do that?"

A resounding knock interrupted them. "Come in!"

"I'm here for the job interview."

Vincent chuckled.

~•●•~

Both man towered over him.