You walk into the resturant, and instantly the smell of pizza and death hit your nostrils. That wasn't a good sign. As you walk further into the building you see three new looking animatronics on stage, horribly lip singing show tunes. You take a closer look, and the smell of blood and mucus instantly fills your sense of smell. Your face scrunches up with disgust as you back away from them, an uneasy feeling fills the pit of your stomach as you regret getting this job, and you haven't even started! You had just started colledge and desperately needed money to keep up with the bills, so you got the innocent job of working as a night gaurd at the famous Freddy's Fazbears Pizzeria, or so you thought. Just then the owner steps into your line of sight.
"Hello, you must be (Y/N), you applied for the night gaurd shift correct?" you nod, still wary of the animatronics. " Oh, great! Well I'm Freddy Fazbear, the owner of the establishment. As you can see, The animatronic up there, Freddy, repr...