Hey! Welcome to my new series about a crossover between FNAF and Rainbow Six Siege! This series will probably end up being a little short, but who knows? I may make some sort of sequel for it one day. I should probably clarify a couple of things about this series.
1. The R6S Attack and Defense Operators work together in this story.
2. The FNAF animatronics are the bad guys in this story.
3. Mike Schmidt is a sort of side character in this story.
Well, I hope you guys enjoy! This series will be pretty violent and a bit gory, so if you don't like that, don't read!
Michael Schmidt was an average guy, looking for any way to pay off his debts. He was in some financial trouble which lead him to go looking for almost any source of money. That desperation soon lead him to an ad in the Newspaper about a night security guard opening at a place named, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria".
Mike stared at the ad with hopeful eyes. "Yeah," he said aloud, "I guess its a children's place, but I'm tight on money... so this will have to do". Mike set the newspaper down, and called the number on it. After a few moments of waiting, a very bored voice answered.
"Hello, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, how may I help you?"
"Hi!" Mike responded, "I'm calling to ask about the ad I saw on the newspaper about a job opening for the night guard position."
Suddenly, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded astonished. "Wait, really?"
"Uh... yeah?" Mike spoke, confused, "Is that position still open?"
"Y-yeah!" The voice stammered. "How about you come in tonight at 7 pm so we can discuss?"
"Sure!" Mike agreed, "I'll be there".
At 7:00 pm that night, Mike walked into the Pizzeria, noticing that it was sort of empty, with only a couple families, and a small handful of staff. Mike walked up to one of the waiters and asked, "Hey, I'm here for an interview for the night guard position, who do I go to for that?"
The waiter's eyes widened a bit when he heard "night guard", but pointed to a door way off to the right, at the end of the room, "That's the Manager's office, you should go there."
"Thanks!" Mike replied as he began walking to the Manager's office. The first thing he noticed when he stepped into the Manager's office was the man sitting in the chair behind the desk. He looked to be about 35, and looked healthy and strong. Most of him looked average, except for his eyes. The man had violent look in his eyes which unnerved Mike.
"Who the fuck are you?" He slurred, clearly drunk.
"Umm, I'm Mike, I called you earlier today about the job opportunity for the Night Guard?" Mike replied, unsure of what to do.
The Manager scratched the back of his head, "Really? Well if you're being serious about it then you're hired. You start tonight at 12. Be here at 11:45."
Mike's jaw dropped, "Seriously? No interview or background checks?"
The Manager shook his head, "Nope, we're short on staff", and then took a large swig of an alcoholic drink that smelled suspiciously like Vodka.
Mike stammered "Oh... ok! I'll be there tonight. I won't let you down Mr.-"
"Afton" The manager cut in.
"Mr. Afton, I won't fail you!" Mike finished excitedly.
"Alright, well you best be going, I have important things to be doing." Afton spoke, shooing Mike away. "Fucking dumb ass" Afton chuckled as soon as he had closed the door, before taking another hit of Vodka.
That night Michael showed up at the Pizzeria precisely at 11:45. "God this place is fucking terrifying at night." Mike said to himself as he walked through the front door. He had been expecting someone to be there to show him what to do, but surprisingly there was nobody anywhere near the place.
Mike locked the doors and proceeded to make his way to the security office. He quickly observed that the office was even more pitiful than the rest of the run down pizzaria. "Well I guess I better get used to it." Mike sighed before plopping down onto the dusty swivel chair.
Michael sat there, playing on his phone, until exactly 12 am when the lights cut off. It was so sudden that it scared the crap out of him. "I guess his is when my work hours start." He spoke aloud. Within a minute the old phone on his desk began to ring. "That thing still works?" Mike laughed, "What a piece of shit". When Mike tried to answer it, he found he couldn't and a message began to play. Little did Mike know that the words "Hello? Hello, hello?" would be the beginning of his worst living nightmare. He spent the next few minutes shitting bricks as he listened to the "Phone guy's" cryptic and dark messages. After it finished, he sat there, petrified.
"Th-this has to be a-a fucking joke." He stammered, alone in the darkness. He wished it was, but as soon as he looked at the monitor and saw that ALL 4 of the animatronics were GONE. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Mike screamed, "COME ON! COULDN'T YOU EVEN JUST TAKE IT EASY ON ME AT FIRST?!"
Suddenly Mike heard a rapid clunking sound coming from the left side, and it was coming closer, FAST. "Oh shit!" Mike yelled, quickly closing the door. He closed it just in time too, he watched in horror as the robotic fox slammed into the door at top speed. The Pirate fox stood up and peered at Mike through the window, "I'm gonna gouge yer fuckin' eyes out when I get to ye!" He yelled, slamming his hooked hand against the glass.
"Oh of course they can fucking talk!" Mike exclaimed angrily.
"Oooh, looks like we got a talker 'ere. Well don't worry, 'ole Foxy will make sure to rip yer tongue out before I kill ye!" The animatronic smiled evilly.
Mike gave him the finger, "Well you're going to have to ca-" He suddenly stopped speaking when he heard a sound behind him. Quickly Mike spun around, slammed the door button, and turned on the light. His heart skipped a beat as he saw a bright yellow chicken animatronic looking back at him.
"Aww, dang it!" She exclaimed, "I almost got you!"
"Piss off Chica! I got to him first!" Foxy yelled through the windows at her.
"That's not nice!" Chica grumbled, placing an arm on her hip.
"I don't give a flyin' shit Chica, piss of fer fuck's sake!" Foxy yelled again, "Ye don't want to make me mad again!"
"Hey!" Chica yelled, clearly annoyed, "That's inappropriate language!"
"Chica, does it look like I care?!" The fox screamed.
Soon the two of them were yelling back and forth at one another. Mike sat on the floor, holding himself. "What the fuck has my life come to?" He whimpered.
After a little while, the fight suddenly came to a stop when all 3 of them heard screaming coming from the main party room. "Hey guys! Come look what I found!" A voice called out over the screaming.
"This better be good, Bonnie!" Foxy yelled as he stormed off.
"See ya later Mr. Night guard! Can't wait to play with you again!" Chica said with a wink as she too walked away.
"What the fuck is even going on?" Mike whimpered as he turned on the monitor to watch the party room camera. When it activated he saw the purple rabbit holding a man down on one of the tables.
"I caught some homeless guy trying to climb in through one of the windows!" Bonnie said with pride. "Can we kill him?"
"I don't see any reason why not." Said the brown bear animatronic, stepping out from the shadows.
"NO! PLEASE!" The man screamed, "I BEG YOU! DON'T KILL ME! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL NEVER COME BACK!"
"Too bad!" Foxy yelled, stabbing the man in the throat with his hook. Mike watched in horror as the 4 animatronics began to tear the mad to shreds, still screaming as he slowly died. Mike immediately began to throw up on the floor. "Oh my God..." He panted, "I'm going to die here..."
After a few more minutes the homeless man finally died and stopped screaming. But his blood was everywhere, over the tables, floor, the animatronics themselves.
"Aw, look at what a mess we made!" Chica giggled, covered in blood, and still holding the heart of the dead man in her hands. Then Foxy looked up and saw that the camera was on.
"Aha! It seems that our little friend was watching us the entire time!" He spoke happily, "Well I 'ave something to show him!" With that, the fox ran over to the security office, where Mike was groveling in pure terror.
The fox laughed, "I'm guessing you don't like the looks of this, do ye?" Foxy said, holding up the severed head of the dead homeless guy, before smashing it against the window. The window didn't break, but the head splattered blood all over it. Because of the grisly sight, Mike began vomiting once again.
"Just know that yer fate will be the same, but 7-fold the pain." The fox growled.
And with that, Foxy walked away as the 6 AM alarm went off. Mike sat there, still petrified for a good 30 minutes before gathering up the courage to sprint to his car. When he got home, he immediately took a long shower and collapsed on his bed. "How am I not fucking dead..." He mumbled.
Mike had a restless sleep, filled with nightmares about his first night at the job, seeing that poor homeless man get ripped apart for no reason at all. When he awoke, he knew what he was going to do. "I'm going over to make that Afton fucker talk. He has some explaining to do."
Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed chapter one! Make sure to leave a comment or PM me if you have any questions, ideas, or comments for me! Have a great day, and I will see you guys next time!