Hello my name is Luke Simmons, I have been looking for a job for a while, but nowhere will take me on account of what I wear.

Last year I was abducted in broad daylight.

/flashback/

I was walking down the road in one of the less busy parts of town, as I passed an alleyway, I glanced down into it's darkness, as I thought I saw something move. Shrugging I turn away from it, not a second later I felt a needle piece the skin on my neck and someone pulling my arms backwards, my body collapsed into unconsciousness.

Next thing I know, I had woken up on a metal table, bound by my wrists and ankles, completely naked. The next week is like a horrible slide show of pain, the only way I could tell how long it was, was the calendar in the corner of the room.

I can't remember much, as I wasn't conscious for most of it, but I can remember every feeling from when I was awake. Pain. Agony. I wished I would die just to stop the pain, but my wish never came true.

When I finally escaped I was taken to hospital. I saw my medical chart, it read:

- 9 broken ribs

- Punctured lung

- Broken jaw

- Both kneecaps completely shattered

- Leg broken in four places

- Two broken arms

- Heavy concussion

- Missing most of upper lip

- Criss-crossing scars all over body except genital area

- Heavy blood loss

Three months of hospital later, I'm back to trying to get a job. Which as I said is hard, as I wear bandages over my arms and face as well as a bandanna around my mouth and a pair of shades over my eyes.

/end flashback/

Looking through the newspaper, I spied an add for a pizza joint looking for a night guard, I looked at the name of the place and couldn't help but smile, it read 'Freddi Fazbear's Pizzeria', it was a name that brought back memories of me going there three to four times a week.