I do not own five nights at Freddy's, phone guy, or any of the animatronics. So far the only characters I own are Ann, Lizzi, and Chris Wilson

Ann smiled as she gazed upon the pizzeria. She could hear kids laughing and pulling at their parents, begging to go in and play. Ann gripped her papers and walked through the door with a help wanted sign hanging from it.

She walked across the checkered floor, past the busy booths and the noisy tables, up to the cashier. A girl with pink streaks in her ebony hair looked over at Ann and sighed, "welcome to Fazbears pizzeria, Where all your dreams come true." The girl looked annoyed as Ann gave a preppy smile, "hi! Are you the manager?" The girl rolled her eyes and blew a bubble, "no, do I look like one?"

Ann kept her smile but wanted to slap the girl. "you did till I heard your piss poor attitude." the girl chomped the bubble she had made, "why you little-" " hi, is there a problem Lizzi?" A fat man walked up behind the cashier, Lizzi, folding his arms.

Lizzi grit her teeth, "no sir." The man smiled, "good!" He looked up at Ann, "So what can I do to help you ma'am?" Ann smiled, "Hi, I'm here for the security guard opening." Lizzi stopped chewing her gum and stared at her. Her face went pale, "S- security G-G-guard?!" Ann looked at her, surprised in her change of attitude. "Are you okay?" The fat man stepped in front of Lizzi smiling, "great! You're hired! "And frowned, "um... don't you want to see my resume?"

The fat man shook his head, "nope! You're hired, no need for your resume." Ann gave a confused smile, "um, okay. Cool!" He smiled and stuck out his hand, "my name is Chris Wilson, I'm the owner around here." Ann shook his hand, "nice to meet you Mr. Wilson, my name is Ann Grayson. So when do I start?" Mr. Wilson glanced around the noisy pizzeria, "Tonight at midnight." Ann smiled, "works for me," Mr. Wilson patted her shoulder, "Great! Now if you'll excuse me I need to go help some customers, remember: midnight, don't be late." Ann nodded, "yes sir." And he left.

Ann was about to leave too but heard Lizzi speak, "you're making a mistake Ann." Ann frowned and spun around, "what do you mean?" Lizzi placed her hands on the counter and leaned forward dropping her voice down to a whisper, "you don't want to work here, these machines..." She shook her head, "don't. If you value your life quit, quit now!" Ann frowned, "thanks for your concern, but I think I'll be fine." Lizzi shrugged, "have it your way." Lizzi reached under the counter and pulled out a peice of paper and pen. "What's this?" Ann asked eyeing the paper. Lizzi sighed in dismay, "a contract. Every security guard that's worked here had to sign one."

Ann frowned, "how many security guards have been here?" Lizzi squirmed, "well the contract says you need to be here for a week. No ones lasted or stayed that long so..." She counted in her head, "a security guard every well since 1987." Ann's eyes widened, "why every week?" Lizzi was about to answer but shut up when she saw Mr. Wilson glaring at her.

Lizzi pushed the paper torwards Ann, " like I've said, the contract states that you have to stay here for a week and that we are not responsible for what happens to you or your belongings." Ann shrugged, "sounds simple," she raised the pen and signed her name.

After she finished, Lizzi took the pen and shook her head, "be careful." Ann smirked, "sure thing," ann turned and started walking torwards the door, when she was about to walk out she heard Lizzi, "Ann!" She looked back at the pale girl, "don't be late or else-" Ann frowned, "or else what?" Lizzi shook her head, "or else you'll regret it.." Ann waved farewell, "thanks for the tip." And left.