Get a job!

After years of not ageing and generally having no reason to still exist, Old Sport gets once more called by his Phone-friend and told that there is one last chance to create Freddy's right. Of course he agrees.
Turns out it isn't all that easy to keep a business running, while an obsessive serial killer tries to get in.
Or confetti costs about 3000 dollar.
Or you have no idea what you're doing in general.

Note: On the friendly advise of Dragonblade122 aka JadeDearden, I will crosspost the stuff I write from AO3, so if you come from there, you already know this story... but if not, then I hope you enjoy!
(I'd actually be interested to hear which website you prefer, so do tell me where you first find this and which website you prefer!)