Oh hi. If you know me… you know I haven't posted in a long while. I've been focusing on drawing, and I've been watching minecraft videos and anime and stuff. So I haven't been too active… like at all. And this is kind of a remake of my other crappy fnaf fanfiction, that I only did like 4 chapters of. It's called No Escape… I think. So when I post this, I'm going to change No Escape to complete and say that I cancelled it, even though I'm technically remaking it. But technically I'm also basically changing the entire plot… does that count as a remake. I don't care that much tbh.

This is gonna be one of those fanfictions, where I answer questions I guess (even though I'm probably gonna only get like 2 followers or less)? So if you have a question… just ask. In the next chapter I'm probably gonna answer unless I get a hundred questions (which is unlikely). I also might not answer a question if it'll spoil EVERYTHING. Ok. Hope you like it.

"Hey Rick!" Angela said, while reading a small nature pamphlet. "Who's taking the shift tonight?"

"If I am correct," the mouse-like Richard said, "Mike is taking the nightshift tonight."
I leaned back into my chair and groaned. "Great. Another night with the weirdo creepers," I said, while jabbing my thumb in the direction of Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny.

Angela, Richard, and I were sitting at one of the tables in the dining area. Even though we all hated the place, we all seemed to spend a majority of our time at Freddy Fazbear's for some odd reason. I often wondered how this place was still running and not out of business. The pizza had this weird flavor, the kitchen was horrendous, the owner was a complete jerk, and the animatronics were old and dusty. But the kids seem to love it here, and the pizzeria gets dozens of children every day. It's probably the animatronics. The children always had loved the animatronics.

Richard's looked around the room, probably bored knowing him, until his cold stare had landed on the brown robotic bear that was singing to excited kids. Richard's gaze didn't waver, until Freddy turned his head in our direction, and then Richard slowly looked toward the floor. The animatronic then turned his attention back to his audience, and started singing a song about friendship or something like that.

If you hadn't noticed, the three of us are night guards. And if you also haven't noticed… we hate it here. Why do we still work here? Simple. The people who actually go to work at Freddy Fazbear's, are people like us. People who were kicked out of their parents' house and need money in order to live, AKA Richard. People who can't seem to find good jobs and need to pay the rent, AKA Angela. And people who have a disability (like missing your left arm) and can't find any jobs that will take you, AKA me.

Richard usually takes the weekend shifts. Angela usually takes Monday and Tuesdays. And I usually take, well, everything else. Somebody sick? I take their place. Nobody can make it for a week? I'm taking the night shift for a week in a row. The main reason is because both Angela and Richard have part time jobs at some other restaurant, and my job at Freddy's is my only job.

"It's already 7 o'clock?" Angela asked, looking at the cheap clock on the wall next to the stage. "Well, I have some leftover salad, you guys want some?"

Angela reached into her bag that was seated on the floor, right next to her chair. She then took out a white box and opened it, showing me and Richard her green salad. I nodded.

"Sure," both I and Richard said to her.

She smiled. "Okay! Let me quickly go into the kitchen and grab some bowls and napkins! Bill should be okay with us using them."

Bill was the pizzeria's cook. He's not the best at cooking, but he's a pretty sweet guy. He sometimes brings his 5 year old daughter here, and often talks about her. It's pretty hard to shut him up when she starts talking about her. I don't mind him talking about his daughter! I just don't want to talk about his daughter for a half hour or more. It gets a little tedious after a while. Just a little.

Angela pulled out her chair and sprinted towards the kitchen. A moment later she came out with three plastic bowls, and some plastic forks. She set out the bowls on the table, and the forks next to them. Then she evenly distributed the salad for the three of us, and then happily sat down.

About 4 and a half hours later, almost everyone had left, except for Angela who was gathering a couple things that she brought to the pizzeria. She sprinted to the front doors, and then walked out. She waved to me while she was walking away, and I slowly waved back. I grabbed the keys, locked the front doors, and walked to the security office.

I jumped into the swivel chair and propped my feet up onto the desk. I glanced at the clock on the monitor, to check the time. It was 11:58 PM. My shift started in about two minutes. I stared up at the ceiling and waited for midnight.

The office used to scare me to death, but now it's just a really boring and plain security office where I work. When I found this job, I was expecting some easy night job for money. And then it was a stressful night job that gave me sleep deprivation. And now it's this easy job that helps me pay my rent.

I heard a small chime and knew that it was now midnight. Footsteps were heard immediately after it turned 12. I identified that they were in the left hallway, so I guessed that they were Bonnie's. I sighed and then grabbed a coke bottle that was on the desk from last night's shift.

The animatronic rabbit peeked through the doorway, and stepped inside of the office. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then I took a large sip of the soda in my hand. I closed my eyes, and ignored Bonnie while he stood right next to me. The robot rabbit then walked out the other door, and I took a second sip of my coke. Just another boring nightshift at Freddy's.

It won't be boring in the future… This is kind of an intro chapter