"Freddie's and gangs pizzeria here! How may I help you?" A guy asked in a fake excited voice, although he sounded tired and scared. I wasn't shocked with the rumours about the place.

"I want the night guard position." I said confidently. I heard him shout something in excitement before quieting his voice and calming down. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sure, come to the pizzeria in about an hour." He demanded and hung up, and I nodded. I was cold again, and I had just left the cozy fire that the others had. I probably should've asked if I could stay, but I can never stay in one place for long. It's to dangerous. Police are getting suspicious, and they would easily catch me.

It's almost been an hour and I walked into the pizzeria, which was nice and toasty. I felt comfortable, it was nice. This place felt like home in some twisted way. Of course I knew I would die, I hoped I would die. I don't wanna live anymore.

"Ah! You must be the guy who wanted the job! Age? Name? And emergency contact numbers?" He asked, grabbing out paper and a pen.

"I'm 19, names Perseus Jackson, and my family is dead. Can I list a friend?" I asked and he nodded. Mortals can contact demigod phones, and demigods can contact mortal phones. It's a relief too.

"Why do you want the job? Surely you heard the myths!" He asked incredulously. I chuckled slightly.

"Of course I've heard the myths. And that's what they are, right? Myths? If they weren't, I look forward to being killed." I smiled easily, and I wasn't being sarcastic. The guy seemed to notice and stood agape.

"Sorry, names Vincent. As you must know, you will work 12 to 6, there is a uniform in the office you will be working in, and you can decorate however much you want. Don't mind previous objects from old workers. They never returned for their stuff." Vincent said casually and I nodded. I hated the thought of uniforms, but if I get payed, I'm all in.

"Thanks. Anything you want me to do for the next while? What do I get payed an hour?" I asked curiously. Yes, I am totally doing this for the money, and maybe I will die, that too. Nothing wrong with that.

"About 65 dollars an hour. And you can clean the animatronics if you want or decorate your office. If you do clean, add those to your hours for me please. I have to leave, I will see ya tomorrow. Goodbye." He said and walked out of the building, locking it.

I sighed, I was alone, in a nice and warm building. "Well, looks like this is the place I can sleep at a little bit." I said with a yawn. I set an alarm on my phone so I only sleep until 11.

I woke up to my alarm and quickly got dressed into my uniform, which felt nice. I will buy some new clothes when I can, but for now I can only afford food and water. I washed the animatronics a bit before going into my office and checking the camera, waiting for anything interesting to happen.

I yawned, my eyes shutting slowly. I tried to stay awake, it is midnight now, and the robots will be moving soon. My eyelids dropped, and I passed out.

The sound of something coming from the kitchen made me bolt awake. I checked all of the cameras, and they were all gone, except for foxy, who was about to run out of his curtain. I was wide awake now, and I was frantically looking through the cameras. I was still high on power, so I shut the left door, noticing that Bonnie was standing there. Chica must be in the kitchen, because Freddy was in the main hall.

I checked on Foxy, well, I tried to, he was already gone. I heard the sound of footprints coming and I tried shutting the door but Foxy ran in before I could. I panicked and sent a punch directly at Foxy, which knocked him down. I dragged him out, earning deep cuts up my arm. Once Foxy was locked out, I cried out while putting pressure on my arm.

The bell ran for 6, and I hurried to search for a first air kit. First order of business is to put a kit into my office. I wrapped my arm and finger, wait.... WHAT THE HADES HAPPENED TO MY FINGER?! I was missing a finger! My pointer finger on my left hand was gone!

"Holy shit Foxy?!" I growled, sending a glare in his direction. I heard keys outside and the door opened, revealing Vincent. I sighed in relief, walking up to him calmly.

"Hey, how did the - what the hell happened to your arm!" He shouted in shock, observing my hand, noticing my finger was gone. He stood agape, and I only nodded grimly.

"Foxy made it into my office and I was able to knock him to the ground and drag him out. He ended up scratching my arm, I just noticed I'm missing a finger." I said, continuing to glare at Foxy's grove thing. I could probably make lots of money from suing the company, but this job pays very highly and it's worth it.

     "Oh, well, I can't do much to help, sorry." Vincent said apologetically, I only nodded. There was no point in complaining about it, I would've lost it anyways from the cold. I walked out of the building, telling him I would be back tonight. I threw my hoodie over my uniform and walked to a nearby bench.