At Freddy Fazbears pizzeria.

You were a young adult looking for a job in town, wanting to work for money to buy things you wanted You were a hard worker and didn’t like to just sit around all day. There was a new pizzeria that had just opened up a few weeks ago and even though you disliked snotty little kids, you decided to apply for a job there anyway. you were doing this for money and money only.

You had gotten an interview a few days later and got accepted into working the day shift with a few other employees. Your boss, William Afton. Had a son who also worked for him who was Michael Afton, who also worked the day shift with you and was the same age. For some reason as soon as you started he would give you dirty looks when you passed by him, would barely talk to you unless he was told to or unless it was work related. He didn’t seem like the nicest person either so you kept your distance from him aswell. Though you’d see him occasionally glancing your way when you weren’t looking his way, you never understood it.

It was a Monday morning and you had the day shift as usual, you had forced yourself to get up and have a shower along with getting ready into your uniform — a purple button up shirt with a black neck tie, along with black skinny jeans and a yellow badge stating that you were an employee and your name. You made your way to work and clocked in passing by Michael as he gave you a usual dirty look and walked past you.

Further into the day the pizzeria was bustling with little kids who were looking and singing with the animatronics or playing in the arcade. You leaned against a wall near the stage where the animatronics sang until you heard someone approach you. None other than being Michael.

“Theres paperwork you need to fill out at the front desk, i’ll take your place watching the animatronics.” He stared down at you, towering over you with a tired look in his eyes, his dead pan tone and British accent speaking over the loud kids around you both as he crossed his arms over his chest.