Over the weekend you searched high and low for a job with good pay, after a while you lowered your expectations to a job with pay.

That's when you found Fazbear frights, hearing the name 'Fazbear' gave you flashbacks to your childhood in the 80's, going to Freddy's, playing the games and eating the pizza with that suspicious tasting sauce, playing around till your parents hollered it was time to go, you'd whine as you said goodbye and walked off.

The pay wasn't great, no perks, no healthcare benefits, the hours sucked, but you were desperate since you're other applications had been turned down.

Soon you got a call saying you were hired, apparently they were just as desperate for a employee as you were for a job. You started tomorrow.

You got the run down of your job, you would be the nighttime security guard as well as doing maintenance aka fixing up the damned animatronics.

You learned there was only one functional animatronic they had, an animatronic rabbit that made your grandpa look like a five year old.

Fast forward to your third day on the job.

Apparently the rabbit decided you weren't worth killing and just mostly left you alone after it tried to kill you multiple times and failed.

The damned thing had broken down during the day, and had started to smoke.

And to nobody's surprise you were tasked to fix him. You couldn't shut the robot down though, because of the fact it was a living person that gave the robot it's personality.

You stood behind the robot, trying to fix him up as the bot nit-picked everything, and just being fucking annoying.

"You seen irritated there, can't handle that I'm telling the truth? You don't have a clue what your doing, brat." he said before going into wheezy laughter

You got fed up and smacked him over the head with the wrench on the table

He held his head "Ow! You fucking cu—" he started.

You gave him another swift smack "do not call me that." you hiss

He scoffed "can't handle a little swearing, brat?"