Surviving The Nights

The Interview

(Mike)

-Okay first the picture either above or to the right of your screen (depending what electronic you're using is the best picture I could find for the Freddy Fazbears Pizza sign....I know there's more, but the others weren't  that great.

Just so you know in case you had questions.

As the day went by I was beyond nervous about this job interview I had. I mean what if I'm not "qualified?" What if I don't get the job? Then if I don't get the job I would loose my car, get kicked out my apartment and on top of that loose the woman I love.

I sighed shaking my head I shouldn't be thinking these negative thoughts I should be looking on the bright side of things.  I mean seeing things in a negative point of view will just cause me to jinx myself. And I hate when I jinx myself.

It was around 9:55 when I pulled into the huge parking lot to the pizzeria. The building wasn't overly huge yet it wasn't big neither it looked like it had the right about of space to it. I got out of the car and looked up at the brightly lit sign that had the picture of 4 characters, a bunny, a bear, a chicken (or was it a duck) holding a cupcake, and a fox that looked like a pirate and under it had the words...

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
"WHERE FANTASY AND FUN COME TO LIFE"

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well this is it Mike. There's no going back now." However just as I was looking at the sign something in the back of my thoughts kept telling me to get back in my car, drive off and don't look back. I don"t know why my subconscious would be telling me to do such a thing when it already knows that I couldn't do that I really needed this job.

I closed my car door shut and made my way inside of the building. The main room was bigger then expected there, there were about four rows of long tables and chairs, each table had a line of different color party hats. In front of the tables was a stage that had 3 animatronic characters the same ones like on the sign outside.

There was the purple-bluish bunny wearing a red bow tie and playing a red guitar, to the right of it was a brown bear wearing a black top hat, and black bow tie and he was holding a microphone (probably the main character) and to the right of the brown bear was the yellow chicken (or duck?) wearing a bib that had the words "Lets eat" on it and it was playing the keyboard, but there was on animatronic missing. The fox that looked like a pirate.

Beside the Show Stage I saw another smaller stage, but it had the purple curtain closed yet it did have a sign on the signed labled Pirates Cove yet another sign that had Out Of Order written on it. I wonder what was behind that curtain and why they would an out of order sign on it.

Not having time to figure that question out I looked around the room trying to figure out where I suppose to go when I spotted on the wall a sign that had Manager written on it and an arrow pointing down the hall. I maneuvered way around the tables arouns the table and chairs and headed down the hall towards the managers office. I took in another small deep breath letting it out slowly before I knocked on the door.

"Come in." A deep voice said on the other side.

I opened the door and stepped into the small yet surprisingly cozy office.

The man (clearly the manager) was sitting behind a desk looking at some video camera on the wall that showed all the rooms to the establishment and I was surprised that it even showed the entrance to the bathrooms as well. Why would you need to have camera's showing the entrance to the bathroom?

The man turned around in his chair to face me. "How can I help you?"

"Oh, um, I called yesterday about the job, we spoke on the phone." I said a bit nervously.

The man smiled a little. "OH YES! You're Mr. Schmidt aren't you?"

I nodded.

The manager reached over and held out his hand for me to shake. "It's good to meet you Mr. Schmidt."

I shook his hand. "Likewise."

The manager sat back down in his chair. "Please have a seat. And we'll get started."

I nodded and took a seat in the arm chair in front of his desk.

The manager took out some paper and rolled his chair closer to his desk. "Okay Mr. Schmidt so you're applying for the nightshift security guard?"

I nodded "Yes."

"How old are you."

"24."

"Why do you want to work at Fazbear Entertainment?"

I sighed. "Well I need the money so I can pay my payments that are coming up."

"Do you have any experience?" The maanger asked. "Meaning like have you ever worked as a security guard before?"

I shook my head. "No."

The manager stopped writing and looked at me for second smiling even more before he looked back down at the paper. "Okay, I need you sign this." He turned the paper around and placed a pen beside it.

I looked down at the paper. "What is it?"

"It's a contract stating that Fazbear Entertainment isn't responsible for an injury or dismemberment that may come from working with us and that you are not allowed to quite until your full week of your job is completed."

"How come?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Well...it's hard to get replacements for the job you're doing in the middle of the week so we want you to finish after a week so incase you do quite after a week we might have enough time to find a replacement." The manager said.

"Oh, well I guess that makes sense." I said. Even though the whole thing did sound weird I mean like seriously how can you get injuries from being a nightshift security guard? All you're doing is watching cameras too keep an eye on the equipment and the animatronic characters. It can't be too dangerous right?

"Do you accept these terms?" The manager asked.

Normally I would decline such terms, but I did really need the money there was no other choice trying to find another job would take to long. I nodded and picked up the pen and signed my name on the dotted line. "When did you want me to start?"

"Could you start today?"

I nodded and handed the paper and pen back to him. "Yeah, I can."

The manager smiled and took the paper looking at it. "Great! You're shift starts at 12 and doesn't end until 6."

I nodded and stood up. "Alright."

The manager stood up as well and held out his hand grinning now. "Welcome to Fazbear Entertainment Mr. Schmidt."

I shook his hand. "Thank you."

Well I finally got a job, but why was I getting this uneasy feeling like I made this biggest mistake in my life?