Y\N (your name) is looking for a job and you see an ad. You decide to take the job and this is where really awkward things begin to happen in this place.

This is my first book (novel what ever it's called) so please don't judge it to harshly anyways on with the book :) BTW no lemon in this

Y/N use to live a normal life. He had a mother, a father, and a older sister. He HAD a nornal life, but it changed when he his family took to Freya's Anime Convention for his 8th birthday. His sister was brutally murdered on his birthday, and his parents never took him back there again. But, Y/N wasn't the same after that, he stayed quiet, and rarely talked to anyone. One year later, Y/N comes back home and sees his parents were murdered the exact same way as his sister. But, the killer was still in the room, and was wearing a purple uniform covered in blood. The killer saw Y/N standing there with a look of horror on his face and took a step towards him, but then Y/N immediately runs out of the house in a random direction and continued to run for hours until it was dark. When he finally stopped running, he realized that he was tired and pasted out near a road. When he woke up, he saw a big muscular bald man wearing a red shirt, black vest, black shorts, black fingerless gloves, and combat boots. He spoke in a russian accent and asked Y/N what happened to him. But, all Y/N would say was, "My family was murdered. Please let me join them." But the muscular man wouldn't let him, so him and eight others decided to raise him. I do not own FNIA, pictures, or music used in this story.

my first attempt at a fanfic in general. Go easy on me. The POV will switch randomly. Y/N needed a job. BAD. He has almost run out of cash, and wasn't going to beg from his parents. As you can probably guess, he got a job as a night guard at an anime convention. however, this story is a bit different. the MC... he's not entirely human. This should get interesting. (I don't own ANY of the pictures, or videos used, nor do I own the fnia franchise . All credits go to there respective owners. Even if I don't know who the are.)