My own story thing. May turn into an X Reader.

Your Job.

Wait... whats that I smell..? Oh! Right! Thats the comments people are typing for me! "BUT U SAID WE ALREADY HAD THE JOB!!! U LIA-" Just stop, okay?!?! This is a flash-back chapter!!! By The Angel! And if you are to young to be working, just add 10 to that.

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"I'll never find a new job!" you exclaim, as you lay back down on your (favorite color) couch. It had been a while since you've had a job, since you've been fired from, you guessed, your local Starbucks! You had been fired because you had been sleeping on the job and getting people's orders wrong.

'So, whats the big deal?' you may ask? 'Just get yourself a new job,' you say? Well, thats what you think. Getting a job is easier said than done. You need to be hired instead of just walking in a place with good pay, and say, 'Okay! I work here now! Don't mind me!'

As they say, another day, another dollar! ...But its the opposite for you. Another day, one less dollar, as you say. That is, until that faithful day.

You thought Lady Luck shined down on you then? Nope. More like Mr. Madness just plucked your brains out. You were stupid enough, on that one day, April 27th, 2016, when you had came in for the job application for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria after hearing about it when you visited your old job from two teenagers, one of which looked around 18 to 20, and one around 20 or 21. The conversation went a little like this...

I'll call the younger of the two... Jerry. And the older... lets call him Mark. Jerry asked something that sounded like, "Hey, did you hear about Freddy's hiring for a new night guard?" I couldn't tell, because he had a sort if a stutter, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was nervous or anxious about something.

Now, I assumed that Mark was a jerk, because he said, "Huh?" without looking up from his phone.

Jerry repeated, "Did you hear that Freddy's is hiring for the night position?" Yet this time, Mark listened, and his head jerked up immediately.

"Freddy Fazbear's?" he asked.

"Yes, Freddy Fazbear's," Jerry said with a sigh.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" Mark asked, once more.

I also assumed that Jerry was usually very calm and would answer any and all questions with a huge smile on his face, but he angrily huffed, "Yes! Yes, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! Do you need me to spell it out for you?!" "Ah, there will be no need, for I do not know how to read." That made you chuckle a bit, but it did not interrupt their talk.

Jerry let out a breath that he had been holding for some reason, and took a sip of his drink. And then, Mark asked, "So, which one of us do you thing he's going to fire?" making Jerry choke on his drink, making him cough. "What do you mean?" Jerry asked between coughs, looking at the older male. "Well," Mark started, "there are five of us. It would be weird to have six employees. People would get suspicious about..." he said, trailing off at the end of his sentence, then grabbing for his own drink.

Jerry sat up straight, as though something had scared him. 'Maybe,' you thought, 'he IS scared. Of loosing his job.' Jerry sighed, and muttered something that sound like, "I hope I'm not getting fired..." causing Mark to smirk into his drink. After he took a sip from it, he placed it down on the table and said, quite reassuringly, "Hey, don't worry, man, you're fine." Then, he said menacingly, "If that cheapskate tries to fire you, I'll knock some sense into him," and cracked his knuckles.

'Fire someone? Sound like a good opportunity to get myself hired!' you thought. You should not have came in for the interview.

It was the day if the so called "Luck Day," when you would finally get your job. Children were screaming, throwing food, and even objects, at each other. You would not be surprised if there were at least a couple hundred families in that place. You looked at the middle of the crowd and saw four guys standing in the middle of the chaos. 'Four!' you thought triumphantly. 'The guy in Starbucks said there were five of them! The other one must've been fired!' You mentally celebrated, then was about to go toward one of them when you felt something pull on your pant leg.

It was a little girl, around four or five, with long, black hair. She had big, dark brown, watery eyes and a red face. She had been crying. You could tell because the little pink dress she had on had been soaked with tears. "Mister/Miss(choose the gender.)? C-can you help m-me find my m-mom? I don't know w-where she went!" she cried, tears building up in her eyes again.

"Hey, hey! Its okay!" you said, kneeling down to her level. "Its okay. What's your name, little girl?" "I-Izzy..." she replied, her tears slowing. "Okay, Izzy, what does your mom look like?" you asked. "S-she's really t-tall, she has black hair like m-mine, and blue eyes," she responded. "A-and my big brother is w-with her, and he looks like m-my mom." You looked around for the mother and older brother of the descriptions she gave you.

You found some people that resembled the mother and brother, and you pointed them out to Izzy. "Are those them?" you asked, pointing to the pair. Her posture seemed to straighten as she saw them, and she cried, "Yes! Yes, thats my mom! And my brother! Alec! Alec!" She started running towards them, pulling your hand, as the little boy, Alec, apparently, also started running towards you two, pulling his mom in tow.

The mother looked up at you, while still taking glances at Alec and the kids around them, being careful not to trample them. While the siblings reunited and had a heart-felt hug, you and the mom had talked. You had learned that Izzy, full name Isabelle, ran from her mom and brother to see an animatronic in the place named 'Foxy,' and had gotten lost, and could not find the Fox animatronic. Poor thing.

     After you got yourself introduced, you, Izzy, Alec, and Maryse, the mother, went to go see Foxy, so that Izzy wouldn't get lost again.

     Afterward, Maryse thanked you for finding her daughter, and you set off to find the four guys again. Once you finally found them, you swore you thought two of them looked familiar...

     It was Jerry and Mark.

     Once you got aquatinted with each other, you realized that the names were quite close— the guy you named Jerry was actually called Jeremy, and Mark was actually Mike. You met the other two guys, Fritz and Scott. Scott took you to the Boss's office and told you good luck. What he didn't know, was that you were trying out for the night shift.

     After a little talk with the Boss and him asking about you,—name, address, phone number, and whatnot,—he finally huffed, "You're hired. You start tonight at midnight. Come at 11 and get your uniform."

     And that, my friend, is how you got into this hellhole.

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Phew! Two days to write this! And I'm pretty proud of myself! Considering this was over a thousand words... so if you made it here, congratulations! You read over 1,200 words! Wow!

Anywho, this was Melody on the Radio! Logging off!

(1280 WORDS?!?!)