William was not prepared for what he would see today. He woke up rather early. He had been doing that since Isabelle and Kenny died, but this time was different. He felt something cold on the bed with him. When he awoke, he checked the time: 7AM. Certainly this was not the worst time to wake up for a man like him. Then he turned to face Angelina...

Or at least what was left of her. Angelina had a knife jutting out of her chest, blood still spilling out a bit. Her eyes were wide open and her whole face looked like a demon had sucked the soul out of her. Her hands were laying in the bed next to her, and some of her hair had been either cut out or ripped out forcefully. William couldn't handle such a sight, and vomited all over the floor in disgust. He was disgusted with what he saw. He wondered who would do such a thing to his own wife!

Then he remembered his dream last night. Killing more kids gleefully. Typical for such a strange man like him. His behavior was never rational again after the death of the two kids he loved most. He sat there in disbelief...

"Who did this? Who did this to you, Angelina? WHO DID THIS? GODDAMMIT!" He yelled in fury as he ripped the knife out of his deceased wife's chest before hysterically crying again. His tired mind began racing with more ideas to try and calm him down. Watching TV? No, that was old and repetitive. It proved time and time again to be more entertaining than profitable for his recovery. Murders? He wasn't about to get locked up now for what he did. He already did what he had to do.

He lifted up the deceased body of Angelina and led her into the backyard, where he dug a hole and dropped her inside before burying it and grieving. He sat there, his hands shaking in anxiety as he dropped to his knees and sobbed. "Angelina, you were the only true love of my life. I married you because I loved you. We had two amazing kids and one horrible accident together, but two is better than one, now isn't it? I loved you... I LOVED YOU SO MUCH!" he pounded the ground with his fist and cried.

William continued weeping for the next two hours. He sat there on the couch in the living room, staring at a blank TV. He contemplated his next actions. What would he do now? What was he going to say to Michael about this? He sat on these ideas for another hour before coming to a conclusion: He rose from the old, rotting sofa and went up the stairs to Michael's room. He went over to the door and stared at it for a second, hesitating, before giving the door a few hearty knocks.

Michael was still laying in his bed, the sheet messily strewn about from him tossing and turning around in his sleep last night. He was beginning to suffer from horrible nightmares about his father and the family. He lay there, debating on whether to get up now or give himself a few extra minutes that would easily turn to hours before he even knew it. His question was answered for him when he heard the sounds of knocking on his door.

Michael knew something was urgent. His father never went up to his room at all. He quickly jumped up, suddenly fully awake, and ran over to the door. He thrust it open and saw William standing at the other end, a look of sorrow imprinted on his face. He placed an arm on Mike's shoulder in a soft manner, very different from all the other times he had physically interacted with his son before. "Michael..." he spoke out in a very depressing tone.

"Something very sudden and unexpected happened last night. Your mother..." he struggled to form the words. He never thought he would be saying the next sentence he was about to say this early on in his life. "Your mother... Died last night in her sleep." Michael looked petrified by the sudden statement. Before he could say anything however, William interrupted him. "So, now we are the last surviving members of this family. I'm retired, so I'm relying on you. It's up to you to support the both of us now."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" yelled Mike in frustration.

William brushed it off rather quickly and continued. "There's no time for that now, Michael. I already told you: I'm retired now, and I don't have enough money to support this house because of it. So, I need you to pitch in and help us out. There is a newspaper inside. Maybe you should flip through it during breakfast and look for something."

Mike felt oddly pressured all of a sudden. William kept on emphasizing the point that him getting a job would severely help the house out a lot.

"Alright. I'll do it" he mumbled, realizing now that he would have to make some changes to his sleeping schedule and daily life because of it.

The two of them sat there, eating breakfast. Michael kept eyeballing the newspaper, but tried to push the thought out of his mind. When William was finished eating, he got up, and walked off to the living room to watch some TV. Mike grabbed the paper and dabbled around in it, looking at all the jobs available. Babysitter? No. Exterminator? Nah. Newspaper delivery? Nope.

"Ugh! There's nothing here!" Mike yelled aloud in audible frustration. Just as he was about to give up on searching, one part of the paper caught his attention:

HELP WANTED:

FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12AM to 6AM.
Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.
To apply, call:
1-888- FAZ-FAZBEAR

Mike stared at the paper with glee. A night shift job? This was almost a dream come true for him. He just had to sleep during the day and bring a cup of coffee with him at night. It was perfect in his mind. Mike grabbed a red marker off the table and circled the ad with it.