Guilty

CHAPTER ONE:

That's right, you murdered your child; your son. The constant reminder growing inside of you, that things aren't as they should be. You sit on the couch waiting for your food to arrive, pretending not to be haunted by the lingering guilt in the back of your mind that's been there since you killed him. You wish you knew more about Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It hurts more than anything to not know how the most beloved person in your life died. It's so frustrating that you can't just waltz in and look for clues since it would be incredibly suspicious. There's no excuse to go into that place. It's not like you work there. That's exactly when it hit you. If you were able to get a job at the pizzeria, you'd finally be allowed to snoop around and hopefully discover what happened to Jeremy and your mother wouldn't have to pay rent for you anymore! You scrambled around and got a hold of your cell phone. As much as you despise talking to anyone these days, this just might be worth it.

By now you've eaten the greasy, disgusting food that you ordered and had a surprisingly pleasant conversation with an owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He said he'd be glad to interview you tomorrow. He mentioned being short on staff and sounded overjoyed that someone actually wanted to work there. You managed not to make comments regarding the fact that they probably all died and made a good impression on the man who would hopefully become your boss. You take yourself upstairs to use the shower and dig around for a new toothbrush in the cabinet beneath the sink.

You set your alarm so that you can get ready and look presentable tomorrow. All of your makeup was dusty, but you're convinced that you'll still remember how to use it. 'Tomorrow will change everything', you thought. This was the first time you've felt a trickle of dopamine in exactly a year. You then let your mind wander until the point of becoming unconscious on your bed.

You snap awake, startled by the sound of the alarm you set last night before falling asleep. You turn it off and wonder why you set it to be so damn early. It isn't like you even have to be there until 2:00 PM. You drag your heavy, half-asleep body out of bed and head towards the light switch. 'There goes what used to be my eyesight', you think after turning the white, blinding ceiling fan light on, instantly regretting it.

Eyeing the person in the mirror up and down, barely knowing who she is, you feel proud of your work. You look stunning. So much so, that you have a difficult time trying to see through the makeup and pretty dress to find your regular self. It's a good thing you set your alarm so early, though; it took you a crazy amount of time to prepare yourself. It's already 1:46 PM and you still need to find your car keys.

You pull up to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and eject yourself from the driver's seat after checking your appearance in the mirror, relieved that you haven't somehow changed in any way since you left the house. You bring yourself to the main entrance of the pizzeria. 'The place of the damned; it hasn't changed a bit, I'm sure', you think to yourself, and walk inside. To your surprise, this place was cheery and well-decorated. It wasn't the couple of times you visited Jeremy on his lunch breaks. You've only been here maybe three times and remember the place so vividly.

You look around for anyone who might work here and see no one. You decide to go down the hallway to your left to try and find a room that the friendly man you spoke to on the phone might be in. You knock on door after door until you find that one of the doors are opened. You peek inside and see a neat, freshly-shaved man sitting in front of a desk with multiple piles of paperwork accompanying him. You don't seem to have his attention, so you clear your voice while stepping forward. The man looks startled at first, but then invites you inside the office. You proceed into the room, closing the door behind you.

"You must be (Y/N)! You're right on time!" he exclaims while offering a hand for you to shake from across the desk. "Hello, sir. It's nice to meet you," you say shyly. For a moment, he looks embarrassed. "Please excuse my manners, my name is Henry! I almost forgot about you meeting here today, it's been so busy. I'm so sorry for you having to come and find me yourself." You nod as a way of letting Henry know that it isn't an issue, and smile patiently. "Oh, I almost forgot, I need to call my business partner into the room in order for us to continue. No need to be shy, though. He already knows about you being here today." You smile at Henry and hope that this business partner of his is just as sweet as he is.

Henry picks up the phone on his desk and dials the number to contact this business partner of his. It rings a few times and Henry begins to speak. "Hey pal, I need you in my office." There is a moment of silence while the person on the other end speaks. You can't hear what he's saying, but it isn't really your problem. Henry lets out a loud, genuine laugh followed by a joking comment regarding the person on the other line being 'such a kidder' and Henry hangs up the phone. "He should be here momentaril-" Henry was interrupted by his office door swinging open, revealing another man. He was tall and was rugged looking, at least compared to Henry's clean-looking appearance.

The man hovers over you and introduces himself. "Hey, you must be (Y/N)! My name is William. Henry and I will be your employers while you're here," He says. You were taken aback by the British accent you weren't at all expecting. William offers his hand for you to shake and you do, of course. 'They're both so laid back and friendly', you think. Henry straightens his back, probably to appear more professional and the interview begins.