3:00 PM
I don't need this job."
I thought angrily to myself as I biked down the hill, up the road, and into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I braked to a halt and walked into the place. It was the dirtiest, most run down thing I've ever seen. There were napkins all over the place, along with pizza crusts, plates, and party hats. But there were children, not very many, but they were there. And they looked about as happy as you could get. I couldn't see why. The arcade games didn't look that new. I didn't think that half of them even worked. And then I saw them. The animatronics. Singing and dancing on their little stage. It wasnt impressive, or even that cool, but the kids absolutely loved them. Personally, their songs were giving me a headache. But then I noticed something that put me on edge. I couldn't put my finger on it, but maybe it was the blood and mucus stands all over them, or their bloodshot eyes. Maybe it was the fact that no matter how bad it was, I had to work at this place. With those things. At night.
