The End

Chapter 1: Jeffery's POV

I still remember the first time I became a nightguard at Freddy's. I remember Breanna the most though. She changed my life for sure. So here is my story;

  It was the summer of 2015, and I was working on finishing my favorite book, War and Peace. A sudden knock on the door startles me, and I drop my book on the floor. As I leaned down to pick up my book, my door swings open. "Hi sweetie! How's the reading coming along?", my mom asked me, peeping her head into the room. "Good, I guess.", I responded, shrugging my shoulders and flipping through the pages of my book."Can I help you with anything?", I ask. "Like dinner or laundry?", I continue. "Actually, no. I wanted to talk to you about something else.", she says. "And that would be?", I ask, wondering what she wanted to talk about. Girls, schoolwork, family death? I hadn't a clue. "Well, maybe we should wait until your father gets home from work. He is running a bit late, some careless co-worker of his forgot to run some files, and he had to go get them printed today.", my mom goes on, as if this were something important. "Okay, I guess I'll get back to reading then.", I mumble quietly. "Okay! Call you down for dinner in a bit sweetie.", she said, closing the door behind her. I roll my eyes and start reading again. My mom makes a big deal of everything.

  At dinner that night, my mother has on a huge smile that wont leave her face. And my father is filling up my plate with heaping porportions. "Were so proud of you son!! We can't believe it!", he says, passing me the plate of food. "Um, what are you both so proud of?", I ask. "Well, your mother didn't tell you? Crystal, I thought we agreed you would tell him.", he says. "I thought we should wait until you got here.", my mother responds, her smile decreasing a bit. "Oh. Well then, son, we have decided that you need to get a job. All you do is read, so we did a little research, and found a few open slots. Here are your choices.", my father says, handing me a sheet of paper with lists of information for jobs scrawled across it. "The circled ones are what you can choose from.", my father continues. I look at the sheet more closely, and upon further inspection, see about three choices that are suitable for me. One job is a cashier at a local grocery store, another is a pet store dog sitter, and the third job is a nightguard for a place called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. I look at the information at the bottom for Freddy's. Here is what it says;

                                                                       

                                                                     HELP WANTED

                                                         Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

                                                                       $140 a week

                                            No interview required, all applicants accepted

                                                                    *Newly Remodled*

  It also states that the place had been remodled last fall, and there was a free tour offered by the new manager (The old one quit) named Gerald. They were looking for two nightguards, so I was hoping maybe someone nice would sign up to work with me. "I think I'll choose the Pizzeria", I said, hoping my folks would agree. "Great choice son! Your mother and I are very happy!", my father said proudly. "I'll clear the plates, you should get to bed.", my mother said. "Your first shift begins tomorrow!", my mother continued. As I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, I thought about what had just happened at dinner. 'That was awfully fast' I thought to myself. I already had my first job. I went to bed that night dreaming about who the other nightguard would be.