Breaking Free

When I got fired, I had no other option but to get another job to actually pay my rent. At the only place left taking workers, I had decided against working at this dreaded place, yet eating noodles day and night didn't feel like a suitable life to live.
I applied my job at the dreaded Freddy Fazbears pizzeria and immediately got accepted.

I had heard strange things about this place, but I just brushed them off. They might have just been an unhappy customer starting rumors to try and ruin the resteraunt.

So I got in my car and drove to the Pizzeria at about 11:55 which was before 12, the time the guy on the phone told me in a shaky voice to be
here.