Jeremy's pov

As soon as I home I look at the paper I had gotten from Freddy fazbears. I quickly scan the content if it. The pay was bad. But better than nothing. And I had no other opinion. I needed a job so desperately. I had to get out of this place I'm forced to call home. I couldn't be security because of school. But night guard I might pull off. I grab my phone and call the number.
"Hello this is Freddy fazbears pizza!" I hear a happy and cheerful sounding male on the other line. "Um h-hello I w-was wondering about t-he job opening as n-night guard" I explain. "Night guard? Are you sure?" The man asks. "Y-yes" I say without hesitation. "Good! Security was just taken so your lucky you wanted night guard" the man says with a chuckle. "Oh. S-so I'll have the night shift with s-someone?" I ask. "Yup! I think you're lucky. You two can help keep each other from falling asleep." The man explains." Oh I g-guess that's good" I say. "Very. Now please tell me your name. "Jeremy Rogor Fitzgerald"
"Ok Mr.Fitzgerald please come in at 7:30pm tomorrow"
"T-thank you. Um b-by the way w-what's your name?" I ask
"You can call me Scott. See you here! Bye!" The line went dead.
I sigh. Tomorrow was a Wednesday. But I would skip school for a job that could get me out of here. I was kinda tired. I yawn and go to my room. I lay down on the small bed, enjoying the peacefulness. I drift off as soon as my head hit the pillow...

It was a sunny afternoon. Me and my mother where sitting together. We where getting over the death of my grandmother. She was such a nice person. And she was healthy. She had died of a sudden heartache. I was crying. I was only five. The concept of death was new to me. "Mommy. Why do the nicest people die first?" I remember asking threw my cries. My mother looked down at me sadly. "When you go into a garden witch flower would you most likely pick? " she asks. I think about she question for a minute before answering. "The most... Beautiful one" my mother must have been a gorgeous flower.

I wake up with my face soaked in my own tears. I sit up and cry for a few minutes. Then I release something. It's Wednesday. I look at the clock. 7:12Pm. I had already missed school from sleeping in so long. I jump out if bed and get dressed. I had to go. Now!...