Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-26475253-20150617010400

I was jobless at the time, and reasonably reckless. I was a fear-finder. I enjoyed thrills. My friends and I would often go monster truck riding, demolition derbies, and so many other things just to get a rush. So, when I saw an ad in the paper about a night security job where they warned about death, I couldn't refuse. In hindsight, I see what a grave choice I made.

In the morning, I was shown around the premises and allowed to inspect everything before confirming my entrance in the new role of night guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It didn't pay much. In fact, it hardly paid minimum wage. But that didn't matter, because this was supposed to be the scariest job. They say an old night watchman died on duty, crammed into an old Fazbear suit.

However, I got a message early in my first shift that seemed to be a casual way of telling me that I would probably die. This is not what I expected, as most corporations attempt to hide these sort of things. Then the really odd things started happening...

Things started... moving. Entirely without warning. For instance, I heard a skittering in the hallway, but when I looked there was nothing there. The thing is, there was a box of old supplies, mostly just old parts to the Foxy animatronic, but they were gone. When I checked through all the animatronics storage areas, they were gone, too. I think the phone guy (I never learned his name) said something about them being security tools, but where were they?

I won't finish the story, as this is just an example, and everyone knows how it goes. This could've been written a thousand different ways. 