Dad kicked me out of the house. He said I needed a job...or else I'm out of the house. I sighed and sat on a bench, where a man with bright blue hair sat reading the newspaper. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"E-excuse me, s-sir..."

"Scott," he said smiling.

"C-could I h-have th-the j-job section?"

"'Course! Here's a job I'd highly recommend!!" He showed me this newspaper article with a bear, bunny and a chicken, [with Iggy hips], all with circles on their cheeks like blush.

'Grand Re-Opening!!!

Vintage pizzeria given new life!

Come be a part of the new face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!

What could go wrong?

$100.50 a week!
To apply call:
1-555-FAZ-FAZBEAR'

I thanked Scott, multiple times. "Glad to help! I even have the job, so I could walk you...?" I thanked him once more. As we walked to the pizzeria, only one thought went through my mind;

'What could go wrong?'

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LOVE MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO CRAPPY!!!!