Mangle x Male Reader

4. New Job, New Me

     "You saw this, right?" Y/N's father asked him as he stepped into his bedroom. The man was holding up a flyer.

     "What's that?" Y/N asked, uninterested. His father walked over to his desk to get his attention, slamming the paper down in front of him.

     "It's a job opening. It would be perfect for you and your schedule." Y/N started paying attention at that, as he had been interested in making a little money before he had to go out into the world. Looking down at the flyer, however, all his hopes were dashed. It was an advertisement for Fazbear Entertainment, and they were looking for one night guard. The same position of the man Y/N had seen get abducted by Bonnie, which was clearly the reason for the vacancy. There was no chance he was taking that job.

     "I think I would rather just shoot myself." He said to himself. His father must've heard him, though, because he argued against his son.

     "Well, if you don't take it, I will. My regular job has become more relaxed over the years about my hours, so I would love to slot in another money-maker." His father's statement made Y/N pale. Why did it have to be this job?

     "I would prefer if you didn't." He admitted. He hoped the old man would just drop it, but he seemed persistent.

     "It would be nice. Really easy." He had no idea how wrong he was. Y/N only had two options. He could tell his father about the violent animatronics, which would out him for trespassing, and the man probably wouldn't even believe him anyway. Alternatively, he could take the job himself to save his dad from the likelihood of death and just try to survive. Neither path seemed very appealing.

     "Could you just do me a solid and not take the job?" He was pleading with his father at this point. The old man just shook his head.

     "I've made my decision. Now I'll either get the job, or you'll have some motivation to try and take it from me." The man smiled, oblivious to his peril. Y/N sighed, knowing he didn't have a choice.

     "Fine, I'll apply." He conceded. His father simply smiled and left the room, having achieved his objective. "Nothing like a fresh kick in the nutsack to wake me up, huh?"

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     Within the hour, Fazbear Entertainment had responded to his application. Y/N had applied through email with his resume, but they seemed to have ignored that part. Their email made it clear that he simply needed to exist to get the job, since no one else wanted it. As terrifying as the concept was, knowing what he knew, he couldn't let his dad make the mistake of spending a night in there. Besides, as small as the silver lining may be, Y/N would be making a little money on the side, assuming he lived long enough to collect his paycheck.

     He was told he would start that night, as they had no one to fill in until he was properly outfitted. He would be payed overtime for the inconvenience, but it wasn't very much more than the usual pay. His sleep schedule definitely wasn't prepared to be turned on its head, but that was the least of his concerns. He couldn't even eat, he had no appetite as the clock ticked down the hours. First, it was three hours until his shift. He was stressed beyond comprehension. Then, it was only two hours until his shift, and he was frantically planning out his methodology to deal with the animatronics. Finally, at only one hour left until his shift, he was shivering nervously on the couch, no thoughts in his brain.

     "Son, are you ill?" Y/N's father walked in from the hallway, startling him. His heartrate went up, but he didn't jump at the very least. Y/N just shook his head without speaking. "Look, I know those robots creep you out, but they're just robots. Get out there and make a little money, would ya?"