Nightguards x Reader!Mute

Chapter 1 - Despair and a new Job

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You ripped up a letter and threw it into your paper bin, tears running down your red cheeks. Another rejection. It was so hard to find work, even with your good grades. Defeated you plopped down on the couch. The money you had saved up from your last short job was fading quickly. You could pay the next rent, but what then.

The food situation didn't look any better. Without money, you obviously couldn't go and buy yourself something to eat. Your way too small apartment looked like crap since you had been way too down lately to clean it up. Empty bottles of soda and open cans of soup were laying around.

Barely any light made it into the room through the half-closed blinds, leaving it pretty dim. Looking over at the clock you noticed that it was still very early, too early actually. You couldn't sleep. Opening the letter, that you were too scared to even look at for days, didn't help the situation either. It only made everything worse.

Sighing you got back up, your body couldn't bear to stay in one spot any longer. You had been huddled up in your home for far too long. Slowly you made your way over to your closet and changed into something warmer. You searched for your keys in a pile of newspapers and, when you finally found them, stuck them into the pocket of your hoodie.

Your apartment door creaked softly as you opened and closed it. It was weird when everything was so quiet. You could hear your own footsteps on the old stairs as you slowly made your way down to the entrance. The big glass door revealed that it was still pitch black outside, the only light source came from the old street lamps.

Cold wind hit you as soon as you opened the door, making you shiver. You pulled up your hood so the wind wouldn't freeze your ears off.

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Like this, you had wandered around the empty streets of your hometown. These nightly strolls were the only thing that brought you happiness anymore. Alone and in the dark, just how you felt deep inside. Nobody cared for you, you had no friends and your family gave up on you long ago. You were the "black sheep" so to say.

You were so in thoughts that you only barely noticed the building you were passing. A bright light managed to snap you out of it. As you looked over, you noticed that it belonged to a restaurant. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria", the letters were glowing so brightly in the dark that it was almost blinding.

Somehow the name struck a sense of nostalgia inside of you, but you didn't know why. As far as you were concerned you've never been to this place. Maybe you just heard of this place before or glanced over an ad for it in the newspaper. These things normally left you cold, so you didn't bother to remember any of it.

Suddenly something caught your eye. A piece of paper was taped to the door, the red color of the first line stuck out to you. "Help Wanted" stood there in big bold letters. It looked fairly normal until you got to the point of "- the company is not liable for any case of injury or dismemberment". That was odd... more than odd actually.

A job was a job though and... well, it's not like you had much of a choice right now anyway. You wondered what time it was. Sadly you didn't have one of those fancy wristwatches that were popular right now. "Not a problem, I will survive without one", you thought as you pressed your face against one of the glass doors.

Luckily there was a clock and the moonlight gave you just enough light to barely see it. It was 5:5-something currently. The exact time was hard to see. Moving back you looked back up at the poster. You frowned, there was no information on the opening times anywhere.