The day started out innocently enough. The park was filled with families having picnics with the delighted cries of children ringing through the air. The summer afternoon was boiling as eighteen year old Miko Nakadai scanned the newspaper intently, trying to look for any indication of a job in the Jasper news.

"Find anything?" A voice rumbled in question.

She glanced up. The green SUV shifted its wheels expectantly, accidentally jostling her as she leaned against the car to stay out of the sun. Miko slightly grimaced in defeat, "Nothin'. I called all the help wanted ads."

"And?" The vehicle asked.

She shrugged, "people said they already had enough employees and that the ads are expired or somethin'," she turned the page with an exasperated sigh, "I don't know, Bulkhead. I guess I'll have to-Hello, what's this?"

"Hmm?" Bulkhead inquired curiously.

"'Help wanted. Freddy Fazbear's pizza; looking for security guard to work the night shift from 12 to 6 AM. $120 a week...Not responsible for injury or dismemberment?!'" Miko read in disbelief. "What could possibly be in there that could rip me apart? The worst that can happen is that I die from boredom!"

"Sounds dangerous." Bulkhead remarked dryly.

Miko snorted. "Well, it's the only job I didn't try. Anyone can get paid for staring at cameras all night."

Bulkhead said nothing as she took out her cellphone and called the number listed in the paper. "Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, how may I help you?" a bored sounding receptionist answered.

Miko raised her brow slightly, "Hi, I'm calling about the security guard job?" She adopted a pleasant tone almost immediately.

"...The night shift?..." The receptionist became more alert.

"That's the one."

"...Would you like to speak to the manager then?"

"That'd be great." Miko paused a moment. What was with these people? The receptionist sounded almost...scared? No, that wasn't right. The woman sounded really off, as if she couldn't believe anyone would take that position.

"Hello, hello?"

"Mr. Cawthon? Someone's on the phone. She's interested in the night guard position." The receptionist, a middle-aged brunette, poked her head in through the door of the dingy manager's office.

"Really? It's been a long time since someone shown interest in the job." Cawthon thanked the receptionist before picking up the office phone. "Hello, hello?"

The caller sounded rather young as she introduced herself. He frowned a bit but tentatively agreed to set up an interview the next day. He set the phone down with a heavy sigh. "Another one..."

He leaned back in chair, contemplating what to do for a second before leaning forward. He selected an option and began recording. "Hello, hello? Well, if you're hearing this, chances are you've made a very poor career choice..."

A/N:

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the Transformers franchise or the video game trilogy, Five Nights at Freddy's. They belong to Hasbro and Scott Cawthon respectively.

This seems to be way shorter than I wanted it, but at the same time it seemed extremely appropriate to end it here.

By the way, am I the only one who could see Miko taking the nightshift at Freddy's? It just seemed so right, I couldn't resist. This'll be an attempt to combine elements of a parody and a serious story and cross my fingers that it will work (though, it may be more on the parody side if I think about it). I can't wait to stretch my skills for this!

If you find any errors, just mention it to me and I'll try to fix it.

Happy New Year to all!

-Winterbornbree