"Jasmine!! Come here!" My mom yelled at me from downstairs, she didn't sound happy "What have I done now..?" I muttered and got off my bed. I trudged down the stairs unwillingly and went to the dining room where my mom and dad were sat at the table "Sit down." My mom said.

I sat opposite them and looked at them expectantly "Why didn't you tell us you quit your job?" My mom asked. Oh.. That.. "Uhh, I didn't quit, I got fired. The boss was a faggot." I growled and my mom sighed "Honey, without your help we wont be able to keep paying the rent. With my injury, your moms cleaning money is all that's coming in." Dad said sadly "Fine.. I'll get another job.." I sighed and grabbed the newspaper and a red marker and wandered back to my room.

"ugh. Work, work and more work.. I just finished high school for crying out loud I need rest..." I sighed and looked in the jobs section.

"Cleaner? Hell no... Carwash worker? Really? Auctioneer, no. Mechanic, no." I muttered to myself, then I saw an ad I liked "Help wanted! Vintage pizzeria given new life! Come be the part of the new face of Freddy fazbears pizza. What could go wrong?" I read the ad aloud "Sounds cool, nightshift.." I smiled and circled the ad with my red sharpie and got my cellphone.

I called the number on the ad and put my phone on speaker. I heard it ring as I placed it on the bed. The phone was picked up "Hello. This is Freddy fazbears, Mia speaking how can I help you?" A lady asked politely "Hello, I'm jasmine smith, I'm here to apply for the.. Nightshift job" I replied, there was a pause and the lady spoke again "Ah yes, you're in" wow.. That place must have been desperate for a guard because they accepted me like that. "Thanks, bye!" I hung up and smiled.

"MOM I GOT A JOB!" I yelled, my mom congratulated me then I noticed the smallprint "Not responsible for injury or dismemberment"

My eyes widened "Fuck..."