Mike's pov

As soon as I get home I look at the little paper I had took from Freddy fazbears. I begin to read. 'Freddy fazbears in need of security guard and night guard. Night guard works from 12:00am to 6:00am with weekends off. Security guard works 12:00am to 6:00am and 7:00am to 8:00pm' holy shit. This was the perfect job for me. Since I almost never slept and had nothing to every day I could go for security. I notice some stuff written in small print at the bottom. 'People with brain damage, a mental disorder, or any other mental illness is still accepted to work at Freddy fazbears. We do not hire anyone blind or deaf. If you would like a job please call this number: 200-Freddy fazbears.' Omfg I had to get this job. I look at the pay. Holy crap  it sucks. Only about $200 dollars a week sucked. That's if you pay the rent. But I don't need to pay my rent. So having some extra cash in my pocket wouldn't hurt. I grab my phone and call them. "Hello this is Freddy fazbears family diner! What can we do for you?" A happy voice chirps. "I was wondering about your job openings. I wanted to know if security is still open" there's a pause on the other line. "Yes security is still open. But are you sure you want a job?" I think for a second. "Yes". "Ok. Please come tomorrow at 7:30pm. May you tell my your name?" The man on the other line asks. "Michael Elizabeth Schmidt" I hear snickering on the other line. Oh God. "Thank you Mr.Schmidt for calling we will see you tomorrow" the line went dead. I could not believe it. I might get a job. A JOB! This was great. Might as well try to sleep. I lay down in the living room with the tv on. I was surprised how fast I fell asleep...

Where am i? Who am I? I'm floating in complete darkness. I look around to see if there was anyone else around. That's when I see them. Two pure white eyes where looking at me. I couldn't see the owner of the eyes. It was too dark. "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into" a dark voice says. I feel ropes wrap around my arms and legs. Then the ropes start to pull. I scream in pain. Twisted laughter fills the air. The ropes pull harder. I can feel my arms pop out of their sockets. I scream louder. The laughter becomes loud and sick. Then the sound of tearing flesh fills the air..

I wake up drenched in sweat. It takes me a minute to realise I'm on my couch at home. Thank God. Before I start thinking about the dream I had just had I look at the clock. 7:15. Time to go the Freddy fazbears...