My Protector

Help Wanted

Ken marched out of the bathroom. Something was happening at Freddy's, and he was going to find out what. He started towards the car, but stopped. He remembered what the clerk said to him when he was there last: 'I'm sorry, but people over fourteen years of age must be accompanied by a younger child'. Ken groaned. "Great," he grumbled, "Now how am I going to get in there?" He paced the house, trying to think of something. His sister was at a friend's for the night, so that was out. There wasn't much else he could do, short of forcing some kid to pretend to be related. That wouldn't work. He was trying to get in the restaurant, not thrown in jail. Just then, something caught his eye. It was a picture of the bear animatronic. 'Come help the Fazbear family!' It said next to the photo, "Currently hiring security positions. $420 a week. Inquire within.' Ken graben the newspaper off the table and headed out the door.

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"You can't go in. Come back with a six-year-old." The clerk said. This one was a lot less nice than the other one. She had bright pink hair, and WAY too much eyeliner.
"Actually, I came here about the job offer," Ken grinned. He wanted to prove that he was a perky, optimistic person, but, by the looks of this girl, that was unnecessary.
The woman rolled her eyes, and pushed a button on the phone. "The manager will be right down," she mumbled with disdain.
The manager was a short, thin man, with thick glasses, a fancy suit and an air of importance who went by the name Mr. Marcello. "The only position I have left is the night shift," he bellowed, "You'll work from midnight to six, with no breaks. But, since you're here alone, it's not like anyone would be able to tell anyways."
'Alone?' Ken thought, 'Perfect!' He couldn't help but smirk. "Yessir, sounds good!"
"Good. This will be your office. Your uniform will be here tonight. Welcome to the family!" Without waiting for a response, he waltzed off.