You were out of a job, and needed money pretty badly, so when you heard a horror attraction was opening in town, you rushed for an interview. You'd, somehow, gotten the job. Wild. You entered the scare shack. It was decorated fairly well, but definitely not professionally. "Hey-hey! Welcome to Fazbear's Fright, dude!" You jumped and turned around. A man with a dark grey, old-fashioned phone for a head was waving at you enthusiastically. "Oh, uh, yeah, you're the security guard, right?"