"Cassie, are you sure you want to apply for this job?" My mom says, staring at the newspaper add.
"Yes, Mom, I want to help figure out what really happened to my brother," I say.
Mom bites her lip, but nods.
"If this is really what you want, then I guess you can call," She approves.
I quickly run upstairs to my room with the telephone and call Freddy Fazbear's Pizza while I lay on my bed, twirling my hair around one finger like one would do when calling their crush, then hanging up as soon as he picks up. I don't know why I'm so excited. A man picks up on the third ring.
"Hello, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place where kids and grown-ups alike-"
"Yeah, um can we please just cut to the chase here? My name is Cassandra Gonzales. I would like to apply for a job as a security guard."
There is silence on the other end of the phone.
"Wait, Cassandra Gonzales? Your brother was the victim of the bite, right? Wow, I'm so sorry. But, uh, why would you want this job, I mean after that?"
He says all this very fast.
"I want to help figure out what happened that day, like if someone is tampering with the animatronics."
"Um, yeah okay, yeah, if that's what you want," He says distractedly.
"So, um next Tuesday at 3:00 sound good for a job interview?"
I nod, then remembering he can't hear me, I say, "Oh yeah, um, sure."
"Okay see you then," He says, and the line goes dead.
A week later, I'm sitting in the office labeled Employees Only on the door at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The guy I was on the phone with earlier is asking me questions. His name is Rolf, and he's actually a pretty nice guy.
"Any experience with..."
He glances down at his clipboard.
"Actually, looks like we've covered everything."
He looks up at me and smiles.
"Looks like you've got yourself the night shift."