Hannah is the new night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Her best friend is Mike Schimidt. Mike works on day shift and Hannah works on night shift. Hannah has a partner for the night shift. Vincent Afton, aka Purple Guy. Their backgrounds are similar, exc...
Ugh! Why can't I find a job?! I've been doing this for hours! I look through the catalogs another time. After not seeing anything, I look online. I see an ad for 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza'. I click on the ad that says 'Help wanted'. Need's a night guard? Huh. Isn't that the place where Mike works? I take out my phone to text Mike.
M=Mike H=Hannah
H: Hey! I have a question for you.
M: Ok. Shoot.
H: Have you worked the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?
M: Yeah. Why are you asking?
H: I'm looking for a job and I saw an ad for it. The pay looks good and it looks like an exiting job.
M: Where are you going with this?
H: I was thinking about applying for the job.
After I said that, Mike didn't respond. Instead, I heard a knock on my door.
"That must be Mike," I tell myself. It's Sunday and Mike doesn't work until tomorrow. I answer the door to see Mike standing there, out of breath.
"You... Shouldn't... Apply for... The job," Mike says in between breaths.
"Why shouldn't I," I ask. Mike takes a deep breath and responds.
"It's too dangerous." He says. I roll my eyes and respond.
"How is it too dangerous," I ask Mike. Mike pins me to a wall.
"You can't tell anyone I told you this, but the animatronics KILL night guards," Mike says. "I'm still surprised that William is still alive."
"Who is William," I ask
"William is the other night guard that works the night shift," Mike responds. "But most people at work call him Vincent."
"I'm still applying for the job, no matter what you say."
"Why?"
"I need the money. And even with the killer animatronics, the job still sounds cool."
"Fine. But if you come back needing stitches like I did, I'll say I told you so."
"Didn't you need surgery?"
"Oh yeah! It was Jeremy who needed stitches. Lucky duck! They needed to give me surgery AND stitches!" I laugh at his comment and mess up his light brown hair. He looks at me with anger in his sky blue eyes. I laugh again and run to my room.
"You jerk! You get back here Hannah," Mike yells to me.
~Time Skip~
It's 5. I should apply for the job. I Put my light purple hair into a bun and leave. It doesn't take long to get there. Only about 20 minutes. I get out of my silver truck and enter the pizzaria. I see kids playing around and I smell pizza. I walk over to the cashier.
"May I help you," a girl with short, dirty blond hair asks me. Her name tag reads 'Grace' (Author~Chan inserted herself into the story!!)
"I was wondering if I could speak to your manager," I respond. "I want to apply for the night guard."
"Sure thing," Grace exclaims. "The manager's office is down the hall to your left." She calls over someone named 'Vincent'.
"Hey Vincent," She yells. "Can you show her to Scott's office? She wants to apply for the night shift." She turns to me. "Before he shows you, what's your name?"
"It's Hannah," I respond.
Before she could respond, Vincent popped out of nowhere.
"Hello beautiful. I'm Vincent," Vincent says to me in a flirty tone.
"Flirty one," I ask Grace in a whisper.
"Yup," She whispers in response. "Flirted with every female staff here. Well, the ones that are single. He even flirted with me a few times." After we talked, she instructed Vincent to take me to the manager's office. When we got there, Vincent knocked on the door.
"Come in," A male voice says from the other side of the door. Vincent opens the door for me. I walk in to see a man with short black hair, brown eyes, and green glasses. On the desk was a red phone.
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"What is it Vincent, and why are you back here," The man AKs. "Your shift isn't until tomorrow night."
"This young lady wants to apply for the night shift, Scott," Vincent tells him while gesturing to me..I walk over to the desk and sit down on a chair in front of it.
"You want to be a night guard here," Scott asks.
"Yes sir," I respond. Scott gives me paper work. It's not a lot, but it's still paper work. I fill it out quickly and pass it back to him. He reads through it and speaks.
"You got the job," He says. "You start tomorrow night. Make sure to be here early. Your shift starts at 12."
