Alfred F. Jones was a young and fairly handsome man. He was nineteen years old and he was only in his freshman year of college, trying to get a degree in computer programming. With knowing that his college wasn’t too far away from where he lived, he decided that he’d stay with his slightly younger brother, Matthew (who has a job), and his very much younger sister, Michelle.

Well, now he was kicked out of his house until he could find a job. He heaved a heavy sigh as he walked down the busy street of New York City, the place he had lived his whole life. He wasn’t paying too much attention to the surroundings or any of the people around him, not at all. All he wanted was a job so he could get back home. Yes, he was quite popular back in school and got invited to nearly every party, but even the most extroverted and outgoing of people could use a break every now and again.

The young man continued to walk, and very quietly at that. It was highly unusual for such a loud and outgoing man to just suddenly become so quiet out of nowhere. He simply continued in his tracks, only mumbling small greetings to anyone who greeted him. When they asked him what was wrong, he only let out two reactions- either a small ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ or he’d simply walk past them as if nothing happened.

After what seemed like an eternity to him of walking in nearly complete silence, he came across his favorite café and smiled very faintly. ‘I suppose going in wouldn’t hurt…’ With that thought, he entered the somewhat small yet decent place.

When he finally entered, Feliciano Vargas, one of his friends from high school greeted him with a smile, “Ciao, Alfred!” He squealed in excitement, obviously happy to see his friend.

“Hey Feli!” Alfred greeted back. Feliciano never failed to bring a smile to his face, “How’s everything going?”

Feliciano hummed as he quickly lead his friend over to a small table by the window, “I’m doing great! And how are things for you? Everything is going great I suppose, sí?”

That last question made Alfred breathe another heavy sigh, instantly making his friend worry. However, before he could say another word, Alfred forced a small smile and looked up to the brunet, “Well, I guess everything is okay… It’s just…”

“What is it? I’m your friend! You can tell me anything, I won’t judge you or tell anyone! I promise you that!”

“Well, my parents kicked me out of the house…” That made the Italian gasp and nod slightly, “They say I need to get a job, but I just can’t really find anything that appeals to me…”

Feliciano smiled brightly, “Well, you’re in luck! There’s a kid’s place called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza that just opened! They said they’re looking for someone to be a ‘night guard’, whatever that means…”

Alfred thought for a moment, ‘Night guard… I wonder what he means by that?’ He chose not to ask, given that the other probably didn’t know what it was, either. Then, he nodded, currently not caring of the hours and what it really even was and such. He was desperate for a job up to this point, “Do you by any chance have the number?”

“Sí! We actually have a copy of the newspaper! Un attimo!” With that, Feliciano was off to grab a copy. And, as quick as he was gone, he came back with it. “Here it is!” He exclaimed, flipping it to the correct page, and Alfred quickly took out his phone.

“1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR…” Mumbled Alfred as he dialed the number, calling the pizzeria.

Skip to when the call is over…

Alfred finally hung up once the call was over, ecstatic while Feliciano was watching him, hope in his eyes for his friend. “Well, what did they say?”

“I got the job!” Alfred practically yelled.

Feliciano smiled brightly, “Ah, great! Complimenti!” He squealed, “In celebration, lets have some cake!”

Skip to when the two are done celebrating…

Alfred and Feliciano had a great time, laughing together. The best part was, the café surprisingly didn’t have too many visitors. It wasn’t the biggest, after all.

“Dude, that was a blast! Thank you so much!” Exclaimed Alfred as he hugged his friend.

“No problem! Buona fortuna!”

Skip to midnight, Alfred’s first night shift…

Alfred was exhausted. He’d only gotten two hours of sleep before his shift had begun. Well, at least he had his warm bed to sleep on during that time. He fumbled with the keys to unlock the back door to the restaurant. Once he had gotten in, he locked the door behind him and sat down in the chair in the desk.

A phone began to ring, startling the newcomer, who had began to fall asleep. He didn’t even have to answer it; the phone just answered and began to play a recorded message.

“Uh, hello?” Alfred was just about to answer when the recording continued, “Well, hello there and welcome to your new summer job here at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. I have some instructions that I was told to read. It’s nothing too big, just what to do and what not to do…”

Skip to when the call is done…

“...Remember, as long as you follow these instructions, you’ll be safe right here in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.”

Click.

The recording was over, leaving Alfred in the somewhat chilly office. He glanced over to the clock, which only read ‘12:10 AM’.

He heaved yet another heavy sigh. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’