Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike... Where fantasy and fun come to life! DISCLAIMER (Move your mouse to reveal the content) DISCLAIMER (open) DISCLAIMER (close) FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY POSSIBLE DEATH OR DISMEMBERMENT ---------------------------------- Included Fandoms: -Five Nights at Freddy's -F.E.A.R. -Warriors ---------------------------------- Amid the pleasant summer breeze and the harmonious swaying of short grass blades, the soft sounds of an acoustic guitar in the middle of a currently empty central park is conducted along with the peaceful tone throughout the mixture of grass, lone trees, stone pathways, and various park-benches that scatter the open expanse. A brilliant morning sun blesses the landscape with its first volley of light. Sitting among one of the many park-benches is a young man whom is just beyond the boundary between childhood and adulthood. Clearly and recently washed, with his dark hair positioned exactly the way he prefers it, with his bangs producing the signature "X" shape that crosses just above the bridge of his nose. He dresses casually with a white top and blue jeans for this morning. A newspaper lies open and tilted at an angle with the top of the paper resting against the backrest of the park-bench, as if the young man had been reading it for a short time, then suddenly decided to start strumming at the guitar that he happened to bring along with him this morning, as he is feeling unusually rhythmic on this day. He can't quite explain why he feels the way he does at the moment, but as far as he knows, he just felt like strumming and singing today... Well I'm taking my time, I'm just movin' along... You'll forget about me after I've been gone.~ He merrily recites Boston lyrics along with the proper series of chords from the song titled "Long Time", until a voice sounds from within... Heh... Get a load of this, Thoren. Abruptly, a feminine voice manifests within the young man's mind, and he instinctively looks to his left, where the newspaper lays slanted, until it suddenly shifts in position to reveal a decently young black cat with a set of blue eyes that are a few shades darker than Thoren's. The feline directs the paper's movement so that Thoren could catch it easily. "What's up, Ash?" he asks out loud, for now putting aside the guitar and holding the paper out in front of him. Without a second thought, the cat takes up a position at Thoren's lap, and places a paw among the point of interest at the center of the paper's current page. Thankfully, he himself had laid eyes upon just before she could point it out. He takes a moment to read over the advertised job opening, and for a moment, glares at it. "They can't be serious... 'injury/dismemberment'? No one in their right mind would apply!" he thinks out-loud, which causes a purr of agreement from his companion. I hear you. Still... I wonder if anyone actually would apply. I'd say your typical teenager would be up for something like this. They and their foolishness... "Hmm... now that you put it that way," Thoren begins to ponder in his typical thinking position, "It does raise some concern... I wonder if we should--" --Check it out? Maybe. I've considered it, anyway... But I don't see a reason to worry, since no one is forcing us to be involved, Ashpelt points out, then taking the opportunity to nuzzle Thoren's stomach, besides... it's nice to have a some peacetime, you know? Just after she says this, as if on cue, Thoren's cellphone starts to ring, and as a force of habit, he extracts it from his jeans pocket after giving Ashpelt's head an affectionate rub. Who is it? the cat asks. "...It's the F.E.A.R. Coordinator."