I felt my way along the walls of the dark,musty hall. I hear a faint rustling behind me, and I start to pick up the pace. I suddenly feel a giant hand on my shoulder, with an iron grip. I whip around, only to find that the bunny animatronic is staring at me with cold, dead eyes. I open my mouth to scream, but the animatronic covers my mouth with it's free hand, as it drags me away into the darkness...
48 HOURS EARLIER
I am laying on my bed in my room when my parents come downstairs, looking serious. Uh-Oh. What did I do this time? " We need to talk Amanda ", says my dad in a stern voice. My mom says to me, " Me and your father have agreed that you need to get a job so that you can eventually move out and buy a house. I mean, Amanda, your 22, and your still living in our basement. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like this?' I stare at them in shock. They have never mentioned anything like this- ever. I thought they were perfectly happy with me living with them. They interupt my thoughts with another lecture. " We have also agreed that... if you don't get a job in the next week,.... um.... you will not be welcome to stay here anymore..." My mom added. Now I'm in total shock! I guess I will start looking for jobs. Inturupting my thoughts once again, my dad speaks this time. "Here." He tosses me a newspaper. "We were thinking something like this," He says, as he points to the ad on the front cover. They leave my room, leaving me alone to explore all the job choices. The ad my dad pointed to read:
HELP WANTED
Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria
$140 a week
No interveiw required, applicants accepted
And this is where my story begins......
