"It's 2 am and still nothing happened, this is probably the most boring job on the planet," Mike Schmidt said to himself. "Might as well check the cameras agai- what the hell?"

Looking at his computer screen, Schmidt checked the number of animatronics on the show stage. One, two...where's Bonnie? Looking through the other cameras, he started muttering to himself, "Probably some idiot prankster, at least things are getting interesting in this job".

He checked all the cameras, still no Bonnie, where is that stupid animatronic? Then, he heard a deep laughter coming from outside the door. Not taking any chances, Schmidt jumped up and quickly hit the door button, causing it to slam shut. "What the hell is going on here?"

He then pressed the button that turned the outside light on, noticing a small shadow in the shape of Bonnie outlining the wall. "I don't know what is going on here, but whoever is in this building managed to sneak up on me, I think I should keep that door shut". Checking the outside light again, he noticed that the shadow was gone.

Getting a mixture of frustration and fear, Schmidt opened the door once more, and went out into the hallway.

"Alright man, fun's over, get out now and I promise I won't call the cops, alright?"

He waited, listening for a reply. Silence. "Fucking kids," he muttered, and went back inside to look at the cameras. "Well, that took up an hour of my time at least, so only three more left until I can get out of this freaky joint". He then looked back at the cameras to check back on the animatronics. As he flipped to the camera showing Pirate's Cove, something felt off to him. "That's odd, I don't remember the curtains being open all the way."

The last thing he hears, is a loud, piercing metallic screech, before the whole room turned red.

- 3 days later -

Tires spinning on the open highway, the speedometer reaching 60 mph, the black paint shining in the sunlight. A cassette of Kansas's greatest hits playing on high volume, the Impala roars down the road. Inside are Sam and Dean Winchester, driving towards their next job.

"Alright," says Sam, "Here's what I got. News reports state that a man, Mike Schmidt, has been reported missing, last seen at a kids pizza joint. The place has a history of bad accidents apparently, people getting killed, other missing employees; the place has even been shut down for quite a while."

"Wait, the place was shut down? Why the hell are people still working in it then?" questioned Dean.

"Well that's the thing, apparently the man in charge of the pizzeria has a firm belief that they will reopen eventually. Although they have not gotten a single company to buy them, they keep the place in good condition in case it ever happens."

Turning off the highway, Dean starts following the signs to their destination.

"Alright, so what's the name of this place?"

"Um, long version or short version?"

"Long version, I guess..."

"Alright, ahem, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a place for children and adults alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Come in for great pizza, fun games, and watch our very own Freddy and Friends play their signature music. Be sure to check out Foxy for his-"

"Alright stop, please stop," cut off Dean, "any more of this children garbage and you're going to make me vomit all over the dashboard."

Finally, Dean slows down and starts slowly driving around the town where their job is taking place. After a few minutes of slow, monotonous driving, Dean pulls over and stops the car.

"Anyways, the info. is all well and good, but where are we going to stay? I'm looking everywhere for hotels and the damn place is deserted."

Sam, pulling out his laptop, started tapping on his keyboard looking for hotels. The results he found were, interesting. "Oh.."

"Oh? What oh?"

"Well, the only, and I mean only, living area in the vicinity that isn't someone's home is, well...". Sam turned the computer towards Dean.

Looking down, Dean's mouth drew into a tight line and, looking up at Sam, said, "You have got to be shitting me." On the laptop screen, in big letters, was a news article, which read:

Hey kids! Traveling is tough, so why not stop by and relax at Fazbear's Inn. Where you can both have a fun time, and relax in our luxurious beds! Now opening!