Cory's pov
Life was..... Better than it could be. At least me and Nick had an apartment. Thief. I was a thief.

Thieving wasn't a bad job, it paid well. It was just sometimes scary. Especially when Nick tagged along.

I was reading the newspaper, until Nick said something.

"There." He pointed to Freddy FazBear Pizza.

"A job? It pays well. I'll take it." I said, and ran to the place.