Y/N walks down the street. Homeless, jobless, and lacking sleep. You turn the corner to see a newspaper flying through the 1992 winter breeze. It fly's onto your face. You trip on your "shoelaces" even though you don't own shoes. Hitting the cold, hard concrete pavement that has been walked on many times before. You stand up, barley notice the pain because of your experience and adrenaline. You stare at the newspaper, like something is bringing you towards it. Then, you see a box. This box's image has a robotic bear in it. You read the text. "Now hiring at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. $14 per hour. 6 night shifts from 12AM to 6AM." You quote from the article. You head to the pizza place.
-3 Hours Later-
You arrive at the place. Shining in all it's might before for. The words read Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You walk in through the front entrance. You walk to the cash register. "Hello, Welcome to Freddy's. Where fun and magic come to life. Do you have a reservation?" You frowned. "No sir, I am here to apply for the job." He rolls his eyes. "Just fill out these papers." You thought, "Should you do this Y/N? This place seems boring." Not listening to your thoughts, you fill out the paperwork.
-30 mins later
"Alright, you have a shift tonight. Be here by 12." You head out of the restaurant. You just got your homeless self a job.
