5:00 PM
So yeah, this pretty much sucks. First I have to get a job, Second, it has to be in this craphole. So of course, I called my Best Friend, (more like brother) Hunter. He said he'd be there in a few minutes, because he lived in an apartment nearby. Sure enough, I saw Hunter, riding over the hill on his bike. He pulled in to the parking lot, through down his kickstand, and sprinted over to me.
"What did you get yourself into now?"
"Nothing, Hunter. I just need some backup for this job."
"Where is it?"
I pointed to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
He basically got on his bike and rode away so fast I could barely see him.
Oh goody.
