I was laying on the couch in my apartment, playing a popular indie game on my laptop. I heard a knock at my door. "Who the FUCK is it?" I called. One of my friends entered. "ME." My friend said. "Fuck off, Dezi." I replied sarcastically. "No, bitch I live here too." He replied. (Dezi's offended being referred to as a 'she', so I'm gonna be a good friend and stick with 'he')
After about an hour, I died on the indie game again. "Day 8, new record." I said to myself, placing my laptop on the coffee table. "Wow, day 8? HA! I'm farther than you." Dezi said with a laugh. "Bull. Shit." I replied. "Day 8, 4 hours in." He said. "Day 8, 6 hours in." I started laughing. Dezi crossed his arms. "Listen, Ty. We need to find jobs. I'm 25, you're 24, and we both got laid off of our old jobs." Dezi said. "What do you suggest?" I asked. "I... don't know... Well uhh. Let's see what's in the paper." Dezi replied with a slight shrug.
We walked to the kitchen. I saw the newspaper I had bought this morning on the table. "Family, pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12 am to 6 am.
Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.
$120 a week.
To apply, call:
1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR." I read aloud. "Ha, I remember comin' here as a little kid, mate." I continued. "But wait a minute--what the bloody hell is this about 'dismemberment'?!" I asked. "It said the same exact thing on the application for our LAST job. It's just a legal precaution." Dezi replied.
I sighed. "Fiiiiiiine. I'll do it." I finally said.
"That's the Ty I know!" Dezi replied.
I pulled out my iPhone 5 and dialled the number displayed on the article. I turned on the speaker. There was a couple moments of ringing. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, manager, Scott Cawthon speaking." Another voice said in a friendly tone.
"Yes, um. I'd like to apply for a job." I started.
"Okay, name please?"
"Ty Conn."
"We'll be ready for you tomorrow, Mr. Conn."
"Lookin' forward to it. G'bye now."
"Goodbye!" The manager said. I hung up. "Good luck, Ty. I'm proud of you." Dezi said, slapping my back before he walked over to the living room. "Well, you're like a dad to me. Proud to impress the father I never had." I said, cheerfully.
I had decided to get some sleep considering I had an important interview in the morning.
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Five Nights
FanfictionMy name is Ty Conn. I'm going for a job interview at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a children's restaurant with a lot of deep, dark secrets. I start as night watch but you can join me on my journey to get away from robotic characters trying to shove me in...
