Hey, I'm finally back!
So... I'm guessing most people who read my other stories expected me to redo/entirely switch up those ones. But... for some reason I really wanted to do this one. So... I'm doing it.
Also it's my most recent idea, and I also have basically all of it planned out. Planned. Not written, though. That'll take a while yet.
But, while I have you here, I just want to mention that I'm currently in college. Not exactly the best time to write fanfiction, I bet, but... meh.
I would put the disclaimer here, but I think I'm gonna use up valuable summary space to do it instead so I don't have to in any of the chapters. It worked before, it can work now, unless I get very wordy.
Five Nights at Freddy's Main Menu Soundtrack
A man around his mid twenties steps out of his car wearing a purple button-up shirt, black pants, and a purple cap. He has a yellow badge on his shirt which read "Night Time Security," He stood at around five feet nine inches. His hair was blonde and grew straight and was short. His eyes were blue, and his skin was light.
The sky was dark, the full moon high in the sky. The parking lot was completely empty save for the man's car. He walked up to the entrance of the building and unlocked it, ready to earn his meager pay from his boss at the end of the week.
"Well, Mister Schmidt, you seem to have the basic capabilities to handle this kind of work." He had said when the man applied for the job. "You'll be good for the week."
Mr. Schmidt was determined to prove he was much more capable than the manager had deemed him. He walked into the building, stopping when he passed the purple curtains to his left. He stared at the sign in front of them. "SORRY! OUT OF ORDER" He sighed, then turned his head towards the stage on the other side of the room. There, past the tables with party hats on top of them and atop the stage, stood the main attraction, three animatronics. The one up front was a brown bear with a black top hat, a black bow-tie, and a microphone in its right hand. From Mike's recollection, this bear was called Freddy Fazbear. To Freddy's left stood a yellow chicken wearing a white bib with the phrase "LET'S EAT!" spelled out in bubble letters. The chicken held a pink cupcake in its left hand. The chicken's name would be Chica Cook. To Freddy's right stood a purple bunny wearing a red bow-tie and holding a dark red guitar. The bunny's name was Bonnie Rock.
Mr. Schmidt turned to the right and went down the hall. On the walls he could see the pictures that children had drawn of the animatronics. On his right there was another doorway to the Supply Closet. Past them, on the end wall, he could see a poster of Freddy with the words "LET'S PARTY!" Mr. Schmidt stopped before this picture and took a left into the security office. There was a desk to his left and a chair in front of it. On the desk were a few monitors, a black fan, and another pink cupcake like Chica's. On the wall behind the desk were a few more children's pictures as well a poster of the three main animatronics with the word "CELEBRATE!" above them. Mr. Schmidt also took notice of the cobwebs around the place. There was another doorway across from him. On each doorway were two buttons. One for lights, and the other to shut the door.
FNAF Creepy Ambience 2
Mr. Schmidt sat down in the seat, but no sooner did he do so than he heard a voice behind him. "You're really cutting it down to the wire. It's almost midnight." Mr. Schmidt turned around as fast as his body could, but there was no one behind him.
He breathed in and out a few times to calm himself down. "Don't stress yourself out, Mike. You've got a job to do."
No sooner than he said that did the already dim lights get dimmer. He picked up the camera monitor and checked the show stage, seeing all the animatronics accounted for. Then the phone started to ring, but Mike couldn't help but wonder who could be calling at twelve AM.
On stage, Bonnie looked to his two companions. "It's time."
Chica and Freddy looked back and nodded. Freddy twitched for a second and then muttered to himself "Stick to the plan."
Five Long Nights - JT Machinima
From that message, Mike a few phrases stuck in Mike's mind. "Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred… missing person's report… filed within 90 days… bleached, and carpets… replaced…" That was what they were going to do? Not report the possible murder to the police, but cover their own tracks!? "The Bite of '08… live without the Frontal Lobe… forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit." There was another Bite?
Mike quickly pushed his thoughts aside and pulled up the monitor. It was now past 2 AM, and he'd wasted enough time as it was, considering what he had heard from this Phone Guy. He checked the show stage to see Chica and Freddy on stage. But a quick hop to the Dining Hall camera and there was Bonnie.
Mike put the monitor down, realizing the power consumption. He periodically checked the cameras, making sure all the animatronics were accounted for. After 3 AM, Bonnie had moved to the West Hallway.
Mike checked when it was close to 4 and Bonnie had moved down the West Hallway, almost to his door. He shut the door quickly. Bonnie then moved to the Supply Closet. Upon checking the monitor again he took note of the layout of the building. The path he came in from was on the bottom left of the map. In the top left of the map he noticed the Backstage area. There was a East Hallway leading from the Dining Area to his office, there was a kitchen next to the East Hallway, and in the top right area of of the Dining Area was a hallway where there were two bathrooms.
Mike opened the door and checked the Dining Area again to find Chica on the move. He checked the empty Supply closet and then the West Hall corner to find Bonnie and shut the door again. As soon as Mike shut the door, however, he could see Bonnie right in front of him. Mike screamed, but as soon as it appeared it was gone. He checked the lights to see Bonnie's shadow still outside the room.
At 4:30, Bonnie was still at the left door when he heard the voice again. "East Hall." Mike checked the East Hall to find Chica coming down. Freddy had yet to move, so Mike thought it was just those two he had to worry about. He thought back to the bite of '08. He'd already seen one kid bitten by an Animatronic, so how did this victim apparently survive? Only his frontal lobe had been bitten? Which Animatronic bit him?
"Foxy!"
The voice startled him. Foxy bit the kid? The monitor was pushed up to his face and he got the message. He checked Pirate's Cove and saw Foxy the Pirate, a red fox with an eye patch over his… he's supposed to have an eye patch, at least.
Bonnie had moved back to the Dining Hall, so the left door was opened. Mike switched views to see the camera screens blacked out. "That's new…" The voice didn't seem to talk much. Then again, it was a disembodied voice.
Then, the voice shouted a bit, and Mike could feel dread. He turned to the left to see Bonnie leaning into the doorway. Mike froze. Bonnie was about to walk in when the bells rang. "Did he just teleport!?" Mike was just as astounded as the voice. Bonnie was literally at the far end of the Dining Hall. How did he get to the door so fast?
Bonnie seemed to really want to get in, but slowly walked back to the Show Stage. Mike himself stayed sitting in the office, and he could feel the lack of a presence he didn't know he felt earlier. It must have been the voice, but what was the voice? A ghost? It sounded younger than him, but not young like a child. It was male. Wait… it can't have been a ghost. It pushed the monitor up when Foxy was peeking out. Ghost's can't interact with physical objects. Can they?
Well one thing Mike knew was he would have words with the manager about this.
Five Nights at Freddy's Main Menu Soundtrack
The Morning guard arrived to replace him not soon after, but Mike waited by the entrance for the manager. He was an imposing man with curly black hair, brown eyes, and light skin, and he always seemed to have a smile on his face. When he arrived, Mike immediately went up to him.
"Ah, Michael. How was your shift?" The manager asked, smiling.
"Mr. Richards… I was not informed that the animatronics would attempt to murder me." Mike spoke quietly.
"Ah. Must've slipped my mind." Mr. Richards's smile remained. "I had a show to watch."
"I almost died!" Mike snapped. "I should report you to the police!"
Mr. Richards's smile dropped, but he certainly didn't look afraid. "I did not make any attempt on your life, nor did I set the Animatronics, and I did warn you the job would be a tad more dangerous than a normal night shift."
"A TAD!?" Mike was about to open his mouth again before Mr. Richards interrupted.
"Let's talk about this in my office." Mr. Richards walk past the West Hall and enters the next doorway. Mike follows him. When they arrive, Mr. Richards takes a seat and pours himself a cup of coffee. "Now, you were saying?"
Mike glares at him for a second. "How many people have died here?"
Mr. Richards lazily looks up from his cup. "Here, in this building?" He takes a sip. "I'm actually not allowed to say." He puts his cup down and look Mike in the eye, matching his glare with an uninterested look. "You're not the only one under contract, Michael."
Mike looks at him, sure that if he weren't under contract he still wouldn't care.
"Speaking of contracts…" Mr. Richards picks up his cup again. "You're going to threaten to quit now. Right?" He smiled again. Mike decided he didn't like Mr. Richards's smile.
"What gave you that idea?" At this, Mr. Richards stopped in the middle of taking a sip. Mike smirked. "Nah. I can stick through this."
Mr. Richards stared at Mike for a second before finishing his sip. "You're either very brave, or very stupid."
Mike turned to walk out the office before looking back over his shoulder. "I have my reasons."
Alright, that may seem to be pretty normal for Five Nights at Freddy's fanfics... Well, I don't know exactly. I'm not an expert. But I will say this. Not everything will be the obvious answer.
But I'm sure many of you, the ones who know have FNaF's actual story goes, noticed I got the year of the Bite wrong... well that was intentional. Dates have been moved up and spaced further apart. It doesn't really have a real meaning that is really significant to the story, but it's something I felt I should do.
But what could Mike's reasons be? Is he just a overconfident try-hard? I could tell you. Then I'll offer you a job at my restaurant. Be sure to take care of the robots!