Prologue

"You are fired."

Who does not want to hear such words in his life?

For him having to hear from his boss - now a former boss - such words meant a lot since it would be the first time he had been fired in his life.

He was not prepared for this.

He can openly admit that perhaps his work in these weeks was not the best, but even so, he always put the best possible predisposition to show the desire to work. He clearly hated the fact of having to work there, but when you need a job that provides you with money to pay bills and rents, then you know very well that you have no other choice.

Yes, as a normal person, he hated his job, but it was a job anyway, and it helped him survive. He did not expect this denouement to occur. Despite having received reasons to be fired, which was precisely a staff cut due to the financial situation that the company he worked for was going through.

Of so many people, he ended up getting fired.

Ah, none of those reasons came from the mouths of their bosses. A person who was also fired for the downsizing told him why. He believed that he had been fired just because he was surely not doing things right.

What would he do now?

He looked at the company building where he once worked. That was past time because right now it matters more and more in how now he would look for work. The situation may seem good to find employment in his situation, but things come and go.

He sighed heavily as he denied it.

He wasn't the only one either.

Around him, there were also people with their heads bowed, depressed, and who were also crying about this situation.

He denied and denied It was all he could do.

Difficult times seemed to come apparently.

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One week later

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The situation did not improve at all.

Although he had enough money to last for a while, he did not want to and could not put up with much more than just doing nothing.

Let's add that the more he tried to find a job that could give him some money, he could not find anything, and if he found one that was good enough for him to give 100% of his energy possible, they always end up hiring someone else.

This whole situation made his hair stand on end, and he felt that he was getting old with every hour and day that might come to pass.

He also couldn't help but drink a little more than he had to, already on, the third day in a row, right there he could realize this and stop on his own. He was spending the money that he has saved and that he always has for moments like this. He had to stop anyway. It can't go on like this. He has to do something. He can't go on being this way, his body seems to scream at him to do something at least. Can't stand being inactive. He has always worked to live. He had been raised that way.

"I think I'm going to die..."

Somewhat exaggerated, he had to go to the bathroom.

He was there for about 40 minutes. He came out as a new man as if nothing had happened. He was happy to feel better, although remembering again that he must find a job put him in a rather difficult situation.

But right now, the best thing he could do is tidy up his messy apartment a bit, gather some garbage bags, carry them out of the compound, throw them in the wastebasket, and go back inside.

As he finished cleaning a bit, because he also did not want to have a disgusting house despite his disgusting situation, he turned on the radio to listen to some things.

"Come eat at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Here you will be able to enjoy not only the best pizzas that they can offer, but you will also be able to enjoy the shows that our animatronics will offer to the children! Of course! You can take a break from your children while they watch and are fascinated by the music that our animatronics will sing for them! Don't forget to bring your kids to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! We await you with open arms!"

He looked at the radio at what that little radio commercial he had tuned in, which was for music more than anything, with a face... confused.

"A weird way to propagandize that," he said, stopping in his tracks. He gave him a couple of doubts himself. It was... propaganda, normal? He does not know very well about this, but it seemed strange to him. Mind you, remember one thing. "...mm... I should have a pizza for all this... will that place I always ask for be open?"

The music from the radio then began to play, and he continued with the cleaning of his apartment as he thought carefully about what to eat today.

Go to that place alone without a child?

It was not a very good idea to say.

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A few days later

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The situation did not improve at all.

If earlier in a week he was a little desperate in search of a job, these days things were worse than before.

The fact of not finding anything and that he seriously had that blessed luck of being able to stay for the end to end up being hired another person... that was the bad thing about going and throwing away resumes. You never know if they will end up hiring you or not. Of course, the interviews that he has had to give to the employers have been quite a lot.

He does not consider these small jobs as serious work, it would only feed him for a day. He needed a job that pays him well. Bah, it does not matter that it does not pay very well, he needs a mere job and voila, nothing more than that.

He didn't look like shit like before, no. At least now he was clean... although visually speaking, if someone sees him, they will think that he does not take good care of himself.

He walked and walked with the mere idea of ​​having to find a job and soon. Those little jobs he does are useless. He wants to feel the stimulation of working too, he doesn't want to do anything at all, he doesn't like it, it's not his thing.

He sighed.

He saw people of all kinds walking the streets, from happy to melancholic.

He decided to go for a walk. He needed to keep looking for work, but he also needed to be able to enjoy this beautiful air that he was receiving on his face, not very well cared for. He just doesn't want to give up just yet.

"..." There was a small detail. As he walked, he saw a small cabin that needed a few coins, in this case, 50 cents, to be able to open the compartment and take out one of the newspapers. He hasn't read it for a long time. A day ago actually because he was always looking for some parts of the jobs section because surely someone was hiring. "... as if I was lucky today with this crap," he told himself. He paid, took out one of the newspapers, and walked to find a place to sit. After finding a bench, he opened the same newspaper and began to read some things. "News of how the country is, of how the economy seems to improve... bah, the same slop as always." He turned and turned the pages until he found some interesting things but nothing special. They were already jobs that he had gone to see but nothing. In that, he found something in the center that caught his attention. "Is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Hiring? Looking for a security guard who works the night shift, from 12 to 6 in the morning." He focused his eyes more and more on that little article. "Monitor cameras, make sure about the status of the equipment as well as the animatronic characters, 120 dollars a week, to apply to it, call..."

He was surprised.

It was not a lot of money, but that money was useful for a person like him. Besides, work is always work no matter what it is... depending on what one is forced to do by contract, of course.

He looked everywhere then. He got up from the small bench, and with that newspaper in his hands, he decided to take it with him so he could call once he got to his apartment.

He did not show attention to anyone, not even to the place where he collected that newspaper, that that little box that contained them was literally no longer there, in addition to not noticing that little warning that this search for a security guard had where it said that in case if they were injured or dismembered, they were not responsible for it.

Being able to find a job left him completely blind.

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Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, hours later

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"Do not worry about anything. You come tomorrow around 6:00 p.m. to be able to more or less explain the work you will have to do, look at the place, know everything beforehand. Thank you, and welcome to one of the safest family fast food businesses in the state and the country coming soon. We look forward to having you at all times."

The manager of the place then cut the call with that man who noticed the desperation in his tone of voice. He knows perfectly well that people will seek to do any job so as not to be unemployed, especially in times of massive layoffs as has been happening according to local news.

He sighed. That detail of having to find a guard has been fixed. He left his small office with that smile of finally having someone for the night shift. They all seemed to want to work here but to know that they had to work at night, they all refused. Today, therefore, apparently someone called, saying that they had seen the ad and wanted to apply to be able to work.

Clearly, today was a good day, innit?

Leaving the office, he walked through the establishment as if nothing had happened, watching how the children seemed to enjoy enormously the pizzas of the place, in addition to seeing parents who not only enjoy their children playing and having fun as if nothing else but also, the power to enjoy the pizzas themselves. But he knows perfectly well that people, children, come precisely for the show that their animatronics give.

The place itself is good, it's clean, the pizza could be better and everything but no, people also come to see some robots sing to the children. Besides, they also say that they are cute.

As he was walking and making sure everything is okay, he saw the security guard who worked on the day.

"Good news." He blurted out of nowhere.

The guard in question did not understand at all. He stopped being a little tense and relaxed in front of his boss.

"Good news?"

"There is someone to work the night shift," he said as such. "You don't have to worry about working that long." He saw the happiness on his face. Other than that, he saw a huge chill and sigh of relaxation as well. "We are going to pay you for everything you have worked on so far. Try to rest and very well, you deserve much and more."

"Thanks boss, really," he yawned right now. He was not only tense but also tired. He needed to get his sleep back again. "Although... is that guy you're talking about reliable?"

"The only thing he told me that convinced me was he always worked nights. He's not a guard from what I understand... so tomorrow, you'll have to explain things to him a bit, and that's it."

"So you think it's a good idea to hire someone without experience?"

"Hey, if he can stay up all night, that's a plus for me," the manager was saying with a laugh. "But if he can stay at work, that will depend on whether he is good or not..."

"... I understand," he agreed. "I'll at least try to give him a guide or two."

"Perfect." He patted him on the shoulder a couple of times. "Thanks for everything. Today you can leave early."

The guard looked at his boss in surprise. He rubbed his eyes. He thought it was a dream. Being able to leave early? It was barely two hours to finish his shift. He would go home, sleep at least a while, and go back to night shift for one damn night.

"Really?" He asked "What about the night shift?"

"I don't think anything bad will happen," he said. "Nothing has happened all night... well, taking out those kids who sneaked in that time, nothing bad has happened."

"..." It was fortunate that just then that he decided to stay awake however he could. Those children entered the place as if nothing. He doesn't know how but they did. "Sure?" Still, he had to ask. The idea of ​​leaving earlier is beautiful, but just in case, he should ask this.

"I am very sure my dear friend. Go and enjoy your hours of rest. Oh, I almost forgot." At that, he gave him a small check. He had everything prepared beforehand. Well, after that call, he did this. It was the least he can do, he must pay him accordingly. "Here's your pay for all the extra work you've done." The guard took it. "Tomorrow you have your normal day and then try to explain the job to the new one, yes?"

"..." He looked at the paycheck. There were almost four numbers there. It was seriously cool. He closed his eyes for a few moments. He felt like he wanted to cry. That desire was endured. He looked at his boss. He nodded. "Got it, boss. Thank you... tomorrow I will come at the usual time."

"Don't worry, you can come in a little later," he would say. "You deserve the best amount of rest possible."

The guard nodded once more. He looked at his boss and then looked at his paycheck as he walked from the place without looking ahead but knowing this place like the back of his hand, he left without any problem.

The manager didn't say more. He watched the whole scene of the kids having fun and eating. This was what he was looking for in establishments. He would be happier if his kids came here too, but they prefer other places. It was a shame, this place is great and has everything.

While he was enjoying the sight of the children having complete fun, something had happened on stage.

It was nothing to worry about. The animatronics that functioned as a musical band, singing and playing their respective instruments, out of nowhere, one of them, the one in the shape of a bear, a bear precisely speaking, moved her eyes in the direction of the manager who had commented on that news about how there would be a new security guard at night.

"Mother! Mother!" Said a child. "That robot moved its eyes!"

"Yes, daughter, it is normal for that to happen," said the mother who was with her daughter. "They look everywhere to see that their audience is listening..."

"But..."

"Maybe you imagine a lot of things, darling. You have a huge imagination."

"But..." She was silenced by her mother. She preferred to eat her pizza slice at the end.

She swears that the bear had moved one of her eyes in another direction.

Maybe she was imagining it?

But in that, she, having her gaze fixed on that bear, the same bear in question stared at her and swears by the Norse Gods that she was smiling while doing that. Not only the bear, the one that was a chicken, and the one that was also a bunny looked at her in the same way.

She looked at her mother momentarily to want to say something to her, but she was not going to believe her.

She rubbed her eyes and saw that those animatronics just kept singing and playing their instruments.

Maybe she has imagined it...

Right?

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Here is the new fanfic that I told you all about. Expect those sexy animatronics to unleash all their lustful desires on our poor night guard. Such a bad fate indeed.

Quotation marks added.