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You wake up thinking it's going to be a regular day, watching TV, playing with Bolt, your dog. Which you don't know is that it will never be "normal" from that day on for the rest . . . of . . . your . . . life. Get ready for an action-packed story with lots of boom and bangs! Romance! Drama! Demons! Come on, I know you wanna read it~
Note: (Y\N) means Your Name.
You peak out at the blinding light and groan. You roll over and grab your phone. You squint at the screen and read the time. 10:34. "Man, I hate getting up . . . ", you whisper. Then, you hear a bark. "Bark, Bark!", Bolt woofs at your door. He is a white Siberian Husky. He has one blue eye and one brown eye.
You smile and throw off the covers and walk to your bedroom door. Bolt runs between your legs as soon as you open the door and jumps on your bed. He wags his tail, waiting for you to pet him. You put your hands on your hips and say, "Oh, come on, I'm not going to make it that easy for you. If you want a pat on the head, you're going to have to come and get me." You run down the hall as Bolt scampers after you, barking. You run around to the couch in the living room and flop down on it. "Bark, Bark!", Bolt woofs as he jumps onto the couch with you. He twirls around three times then lays down, putting his chin on his paws. You pat his head and say, "You are too cute for this world." You think, Well, time for breakfast. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen. You open the fridge and take a look inside. You spot a bag of cinnamon raisin bagels. You grab them and set them on the countertop. You peep at Bolt, who is staring at you. You smile at him and look back into the fridge. When you finally find the cream cheese, you put it on the counter and walk over to the living room. You grab the remote from the large glass table that the TV is sitting on and press the ON button. You see a news reporter sitting at a small C-shaped desk. "Good morning, Indianian! Today, we're going to start with new jobs around town. And, if don't go apply for then at least one of them by next Friday, they will be no longer available! Here's one of them. "
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HELP WANTED!
Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria.
Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift. 12 pm to 6 am.
Monitor cameras, ensure the safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury\dismemberment.
$190 a week.
To apply call: 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR or 812-508-5555
LOCATION:
1417 12th Rd Bed ford, IN 47421'
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You think for a second. Should I?. . . HECK YEA, I SHOULD!!! You look at Bolt and say, "Well, Bolt, looks like I have a job now." You turn off the TV and walk to your bedroom. Bolt hops off the couch and tails behind you. You push open the door and look in your closet for an outfit. You see a black shirt that says: MY BRAIN IS 80% SONG LYRICS.
You take off your PJ shirt and slip on the shirt. You look around for some jeans. You spot some black ones in your clean clothes bin. You walk over to the bin and grab the jeans. You take off your PJ pants and put on the black jeans. Your guessing that it might be cold outside so, you look for your favorite hoodie. You go to your closet and move the hangers around. You find a gray hoodie that says: I'm a cat. You walk out of your bedroom to the living room. You pick up the remote to the TV and turn it off. You bend down to tie your shoes. You get up and grab your phone, which is an iPhone 10 XR. You type in your password and press contacts. You type in the number: 812-508-5555. You put the phone to your ear and wait. You huff and sit on the couch. Then you hear a bored sounding voice, "Hello, this is Freddy Fazbear's phone line, how can I help you?" You say, "Well, I'm calling to apply at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria." The guy on the phone says, "Wow. None ever calls in to apply for a job here anymore. For some reason, they don't trust the animatronics . . ." You say, "Why?" The guy sighs and says, "That's not important right now. Are you going to apply for the job or not, lady?" You say, "Oh, ya! I am! Do I need any paperwork?" The guy says, "Nope. All you got to do is walk in and talk to Toy Bonnie. He's the co-captain." You say, "Ok, thanks!" The guy says, "Ya, ya, whatever. Good luck . . ." You hang up and go to your home screen and press maps. You tap the search bar and type in 1417 12th Rd Bed ford, IN 47421' . . . . .
