AN: Hey there! This here isn't my first story Ive wrote, just the first I've wrote on Fanfiction.

Few disclaimers: One, Freddy is now Fredda. Makes her seem more, er, female. (Sorry if you're a girl named Freddy. Your parents must hate you.) Two, the rest of the chapters will be from Mikes POV, which means Point of View. Didn't know how to start well with his POV, so I chose this route for the first chapter. Three, I don't know if I'll update. I've got a story in my head, but my updates will rely solely on feedback. You like it? More chapters. This is cringey garbage? I'm sorry I ever lived, I'll go get the Clorox Bleach.

Anyways, hope you enjoy the first chapter! If I do make more, they'll be much longer than this.

P.S. I updated some of the dialogue involving grammar mistakes, and edited some of the dialogue in the call bit. New chapters will come out soon, being the reviews seemed to be well. Stay tuned!

*BEEP. BEEP.*

"..."

*BEEP. BEEP.*

"...Ugh..." Sighed a disgruntled male voice.

*BEEP. BEE-*
*CHNK*

Clacked the alarm clock. The man from earlier sighed once more, and groggily made his way off the slightly stained bed. The man in question was a 19 year old male by the name of Mike Schmidt.

Mike proceeded down the relatively short hallway, heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. 'Alright, Mike. Todays the day you get a job. After a quick little shower, of course.' Thought Mike, as he'd opened the curtain leading to the tub.

10 minutes afterwards, Mike was already clean and downstairs making a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a cup of coffee. Mikes apartment wasn't the biggest, but it was big enough for a single man to live in. It had one bathroom in the middle of the upstairs hallway, a simple red-wallpapered room next to the bathroom, a bedroom below the two rooms and a decently-sized living room. Mike, whilst eating his cereal, had also been reading the newspaper in hopes of finding a decent paying job. The apartment he lives in is courtesy of his single father, who thought it'd be good for him to start somewhere.

'Hmm... lets see here.' Thought Mike again, eyeball the newspaper like a hawk.

"...Fredda Fazbears Pizzeria..?" Mike muttered under his breath, taking a sip from his coffee. He'd heard about it before. it was actually a brand new company, making its start a couple blocks down from where he lives. Supposedly, its a Pizzeria for children with a couple animatronics who, for whatever reason, had... er, cleavages. Yes, boobies. Titties. Funba- okay in short they're innapropriate.

HELP WANTED

Fredda Fazbears Pizzeria

Local Pizzeria looking for
security guard to work the
nightshift from 12am-6am
(bring a lot of coffee)
Monitor cameras and ensure
safety of equipment.
Pay? Not enough.
To Apply call
1-666-FAZBEAR-PIZZA

"Hmm..." Mike hummed. The animatronic in the photo next to the text was who Mike assumed to be Fredda. Whom had long bangs, a small, cute tophat resting on her head, bear ears, rosey cheeks and... Well, you know. The two mountains on the chest area of a woman.

'Isn't this supposed to be for kids? Who the hell thought it'd be a good idea to put titties on a family friendly animatronic?' Mike thought to himself. 'Well, its the only application on here, and I'm pretty desperate. The rent here isn't much, so any amount they give me should be fine...' He thought... again.

Mike finished his bowl of cereal, cleaned the bowl, and sat on the mini-couch in the living room. Being it was next to him on a relatively small table next to him, Mike decided to pick up the phone to apply.

*RING. RING*

*RING RI-*
"Hello, my name is Jeremy, this is Fredda Fazbears Pizzeria! What may you be calling for?" The man who addressed himself as Jeremy spoke on the phone.

"Uh, hi. My name is Michael Schmidt, and uh, I saw in the paper you guys were looking for a nightguard. I'd like to apply for the role, if it isn't already filled in I mean." Mike stated to the man. The man on the other line had paused for a moment, as if he had hung up.

"Uh, sir? You there?" Mike asked in bewilderment.

"U-Uh, oh... sorry sir, I... zoned out for a moment there. Uh, anyways, the role as night guard is currently not filled in, so you can come over at three if you'd like."

"Hm? Oh, sure, three sounds fine."

'G-Great! I'll hope to see you then!"

"Alright, you too Jeremy."

Mike hung up the phone with a slight smile creeping its way to his face. Well, this might be his chance to finally get a good, paying job to fend off his rent.

Besides, its just sitting down in a pizzeria all day. Mikes not one to break Murphy's Law, but it doesn't seem like much could go wrong.