AN: Oh god, my first fanfict ever, lets hope this inst a colossal failure eh? Let's start with a bit of back story hmph?

The main character who is a OC of mine is an ex J-SOC operative, he has a few connections with his old commanding officer and squad and he is currently 21 years of age. Fresh meat eh?

That's about all I have. Hope you guys like my first fanfict.

Chapter 1 "Thou shall stand."

I slink upwards, yawning as I grab the cup of coffee and take a sip, sliding around the newspaper, I look up and see a bunch of envelopes with bold red letters marked "OVERDUE" or "FINAL NOTICE" I groan as I sit upright, bringing the newspaper up to my face and flipping through it, a certain ad catches my eye.

"Freddy Faze bear Pizzeria!

Night Watchman position open!

$120 USD a week!"

I smile, "Looks like luck is smiling upon me." I mutter to myself as I tear the small box ad out of the newspaper, I rise to my feet and grab my old coat, sliding it on and waltzing to the door, only to trip over and land on my face, I look at what caused me to trip, only to see a black and gray metal box at my feet, I bring it up and look over it "J-SOC" is clearly printed in white, I slide open the box and look inside, spotting my old black combat armour, kevlar and steel reinforced suit, I pick up the helmet and stare at it, encased in black metal/kevlar, an orange visor and a inbuilt filter, I say to myself "Maybe I could pawn this if it really comes to that..." I sigh as I slide it back in and lock up the box, sliding it back in to place, I rise to my feet and grab the ad from the floor and waltz out the door.

As I reach the garage in the apartment complex I slink towards my car, a black Humvee, I smirk as I unlock the vehicle and climb in to the seat, slotting in the key and turning it, putting on my seatbelt and putting the car in first gear as I press down lightly on the peddle and drive out of the garage, I tap my other foot as I soon pull up in front of the Pizzeria, it will likely look odd to have a military Humvee outside of a children's pizzeria but meh, I turn off the Humvee and slink out of it, I close the doors and lock them, sliding the key in to my pocket along with the ad, I walk towards the doors and open them, being hit by a wall of the sound of children playing, heat and the smell of pizza. I smirk as I walk towards the front desk, a bored blonde lady looks up and drones out "Welcome to Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria, how may I help you?" I frown slightly at her droning, I reach in to my pocket and take out the ad, placing it on the counter for he to read, she bends in and nods. She reaches for the phone on the desk, picking it up and pressing a single button, "Speed dial?" I think to myself as she says in to it "Mr Takarov, we got a man here looking for the guard job." she nods to herself as she listens in looking up "Well. Congratulations, your hired. Follow me if you will." she than stands up and opens the doors to the inner dinning hall, I follow her in as I look around, three robotic animatronics, a bear with a bow tie and top hat, a bunnie with a guitar, and a...duck? Wait no, a chicken, its feet are different. They seem to be singing and playing instruments, I shrug and walk on, we find an "Employees only" door, we creak it open and I take a step back, my mouth gawking as I stare at the robotic heads and endoskelatons, I slowly slink in following the blonde girl again as she opens a door and walks down a deep but lit staircase, I follow her as we head to the basement, there is a large stock of tinned food and so on but, a wire mesh 'cage" sits in the corner with a desk and a few lockers, she walks in and points to a locker, pulling out a tag and a pen asking. "Name?" I turn to her and say "Eh, Richard Holiday at your service." I smirk as she rights down my name on to the tag and slams it on to the locker, ok, in there is your gear, one kevlar vest, stranded issue uniform, belt and combat boots included, handcuffs, a torch, tazer, night stick, a glock and a few clips of ammo. If things get hairy there is a MP5 and a UMP for you." she than turns around and walks out, I open the locker, grabbing a duffel bag and stripping down, sliding my normal clothes in as I get in to my uniform, tying my boots and sliding the vest over, grabbing the belt and putting it on, sliding the tazer, handcuffs, torch, keys, glock and ammo on, I stand up fully dressed in my new uniform, I look in to it again, sure enough there is a MP5, UMP and a lot of ammo, above that is a stranded guard cap and a kevlar helmet with goggles, I raise an eyebrow, sliding the cap on and checking the time, "5:42 PM" it reads in its digital glowing light, I mutter to myself "Might as well stay and have something to eat before my shift." I than stand up and waltz up back to the top, locking the door and walking back in to the main area, walking towards another counter, a bald man dressed in a green and white uniform and cap stands there, he looks up and notices my uniform "Night guard eh? Your shift starts soon. Since you ARE an employee you get free food, so, want something to eat and drink lad?" I notice a thick Irish accent, I chuckle and nod, he laughs at me as he turns around and goes through a door, presumable to the kitchen, he comes back out later on, with a plate, a slice of pizza, a napkin and a single plastic cup of soda, I take it and nod, thanking him as I turn around and sit down at a table, slowly eating the pizza and taking sips of drink. Getting ready for the night ahead, unaware of the eyes staring at me from behind the purple curtains behind me.