A/N Hello, all you people! Sorry I haven't written anything: I just suck. :P I just recently got into the FNAF fanbase and thought to myself "What would happen if (character here) were the night guard instead?" After much emotional debate, I chose my favorite engineer. So, enjoy, I guess. Reviews, even flames, are appreciated.

Note: I suck at accents: use your imagination for Engineer's Texan Manner of speaking.

Also Note: I may get the engineer horribly, horribly wrong. Please point out my mistakes so I can re-write them, hopefully.

Dell Conagher, formally known as the Engineer, was suffering from debt.

Normally he would have all the money needed to cover him for the next 3 years, but, well, he'd been fired. His mercenary job for Reliable Excavation Demolition was great, and he'd met a variety of people, all of whom were killers and murderers. From the impatient, narcissistic Scout, the insanely fat and hostile Heavy, and the gentlemen's worst nightmare, Spy.

But they had broken up. Disbanded and forced to go into hiding to get away from a jealous fool named Grey Mann. Well, a jealous fool with an army of Robots. He'd forced the company to fold and give up the company to become a part of his own. Rumor stated that he used his own daughter to do it, but Engie didn't believe that.

Now, he was looking for work. He was desperate. Normally he would have never taken out a loan. He was better than debt, because he'd aced his Economics class as a high schooler. But it came to the point where he needed to pay his bills, and just couldn't afford to.

So, he'd taken out a debt. Now he was suffering because of it. He had no electricity, and no water, so he was using candlelight just to see. His sentries were inactive, and that drove him mad. He liked his machines a bit more than he should, and he would admit that to your face, but he didn't care. Now that his sentries were quiet, which they hadn't done since they'd been built, he was going mad.P

It was on that day that he saw the ad in the paper that would change his life forever...

Engineer sat at the table, having just woken up about a half-hour ago. His neighbor had taken pity on him, and gave up his newspaper every morning once he was done, so Dell could read it. He'd used it for the whole week, looking for job applications, but the town was more successful than he was, because nothing came up that a Texan of his intellectual standard should need to do.

It was on this particular morning that he'd noticed a particular ad in the paper that caught his eye, and, for whatever reason, he couldn't look away.

HELP WANTED

Family pizzaria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12 AM to 6 AM.

Monitor Cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment

120$ a week.

To apply call:

1-888-FAS-FAZBEAR

How he read it was:

Job involving protecting machines, like the old days at teufort. SIr, call this number. Now. 1-888-FAS-FAZBEAR

Dell saw that and flipped out.

"What in sam hill am I doing sitting HERE?" he exclaimed with joy. "I should be at the phone!"

He immediately pulled out his cell phone (they hadn't quite cut his service yet, but he was on his last few warnings) and quickly dialed the number necessary.

"Hello, and thank you for calling Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life." said the voice on the other end, "This is Carly speaking. How may I assist you?"

"Hello, my name is Dell Conagher, and I would like to sign up for the night guard position. I have exper-"

"Great! You're hired. You start Monday. Pick up your uniform on Sunday, if you have the time. You'll receive tutoring from the last guard who survi- I mean guarded Freddy and friends."

"But don't you need my-"

"We'll see you there. Bye!" Click!

"... Well, that there just wasn't normal." Dell said, confused, "Don't they need my ID or something? You'd think that they wouldn't let just anyone guard they're precious animatronic friends."

Not that I'm complaining he thought I need this job more than a sentry needs metal.

It was Saturday, and the lady said to pick up the uniform on Sunday. He would begin then.