So, here we go! I've never played the game but I watched the gameplay a million times, and a ton of theory videos, so now I'm ready to write a fic for it.
I'm making Mike a girl. I'M SORRY! But I do so much better with females. I also gave an employee outfit to her!
Also I'm picturing this as that type of anime, Sonic-kind-of style a lot of people draw because I want them to be a bit more attractive and easy to approach.
Also, Mike is 19, and it's 1992.
I don't feel like talking on and on so...
LET'S GO!
Michelle Schmidt better known as "Mike" or "Mickey", by her friends and family, had a new job. She had to work as a night security guard so she could finish paying for her apartment.
She made most her money making costumes people used for cosplays or school musicals. But to pay the last bit of her rent, she'd have to get money on part time jobs. Mike only wished she didn't have to wear the outfit. To work there, she had to wear black jeans, white shoes, a pink, button down shirt, red vest, and red and pink baseball cap. there was nothing wrong with that outfit, but it was one extra thing she had to worry about washing with cheap detergent every week, and re-wear it dirty when she couldn't afford to wash it. What's the point?, she thought. No one would see her in it or out of it.
She'd always loved Freddy FazBear's Pizzeria, even though her parents told her not to go there. She had no idea why. It had always been so popular with the people in there town, and everyone else went there all the time. She still went to parties, but lied about where she was.
She just felt a strange connection to this place, and the animatronics. So, when she saw an advertisement for the restaurant, she just had to.
Sitting in the control and security room, she looked at the tablet showing the different parts of the restaurant, when her phone rang.
"Um, hello?" She spoke into the receiver. She took a sip of the Monster she'd brought to help stay awake, and waited for the other other person to answer.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact." An awkward voice stuttered in her ear. "So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"
"Okay..." She said even though it was just a recording.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's PIZZA. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life." Mickey cracked a smile.
This guy is probably a huge nerd She thought.
"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
Oh, Jesus...what have I gotten into?
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about." He went on, but by now Mickey's stomach was in tight knots.
"Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."
"What does 'quirky' mean?" She thought aloud.
As if answering her, he said, "So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long."
"Lovely..." She moaned.
"Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"
"I'm gonna puke..."
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on."
Mike tried not to worry. Any thing would be better than being homeless and living in her car again.
"Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's PIZZA, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area."
Oh, God... She shook, nearly dropping her phone.
So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh." He nervously laughed.
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you SIGN UP. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those CAMERAS, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
"That's it? ...Wow, my hero..." She rolled her eyes. "He's probably just bullshitting me..."
Turning on her tablet, she began checking the cameras, just to fall off her seat, and onto the floor. Bonnie was staring straight into her eyes, and what felt like her soul.
"Oh, shit..." She was ready to hit the button on the door, but he said to conserve power. Okay, well Bonnie wasn't right here so it was fine.
So the animatronics become alive, and will kill me... Okay, just have to be careful. She wanted to leave but realized she'd probably be safer, staying in this room, than walking around, crashing into one of them.
She saw Freddy and Chica, in their performing poses.
And then she noticed, Pirate's Cove. Their was something about that place that she could just almost remember, but she wasn't sure what. Was it something about that "Bite of '87" he mentioned? Or something else. She switched around with the cameras. Just to notice Foxy running down the hall.
"OH, OH NO!" She screamed, pushing her hand forward to desperately hit the door's button. At the last minute, it shut. Mike breathed out, "Oh Jesus..." just to hear angry banging on the metal sheet, keeping him from reaching her. She sat back on the computer chair, and pulled her legs on to it, wrapping her arms around her thighs.
She turned on the camera to see Foxy in his Cove, his good eye just glowing golden staring at her, and she instantly looked away. The hallway, she saw Bonnie's shadow. Then the other side of the hallway, and she saw something that nearly made her vomit.
Posters of pale white kids' faces, with shadowy eyes, and long streams of tears. A cold shiver ran down her back. She looked back at the kitchen to see Chica posed with her head cocked to the side, and open beak.
Nasty... What the heck is going on?
She sped back and forth through the rooms and watching for Foxy.
When she checked her watch, she saw it was almost 6 AM.
Just a little longer...Then I can get out of this hellhole...
And the power goes out. "Ah..." She breathed out, as she now realized she was alone in the darkness. Just her brown eyes glowed, as she looked around. "Ah, what the fuck happened?"
She looked to see Freddy's eyes, glowing in the dark watching her, in the doorway. The music began playing and she shut her eyes, just to hear her watch beep.
She made it.
"Oh, yes, Christ!" She cheered. Mike saw the daytime guy on the camera, and jumped up. "My shift is over! I freaking made it! This girl lives another day!" She ran past Freddy, who now was frozen just outside the door, his eyes moving only to watch her hurriedly run away.
"Oh, leaving already Michelle?" The daytime worker asked her.
"Yes!" She fluffed her spiky, brown hair, ripping off her hat.
"Will you be back tomorrow?"
"Will I-?" Everything in her mind told her to scream "No", run out of here and never let anyone she knew even talk of this place. But, somehow, her lips told him a solid, "Yes," she swallowed.
What am I saying?! I can't stay here! I'll die-
But still, she said, "Yeah, I just gotta get some sleep, but I'll be back before you guys close."
"Okay, cool." As Mike walked out, she felt that little feeling that something happened here. The Bite of '87 ran through her mind again, but she would've been 14 by the time that happened, and she hadn't been there after she turned thirteen.
What was it though? Something definitely happened there, something to do with that security room, and Pirate's Cove, and her saying yes even though she should've said no and quit.
She tried going back as she drove back to her apartment, and thought of one thing, her sixth birthday. She had a birthday there when she was just six, turning seven soon.
She tried as hard as possible to remember, what had happen. It was as if someone had erased it from her mind. Mike tried to think, what did she remember? Except for the restaurant, her age, and the animatronics?
Very little.
With a frustrated groan, Mike turned the car into her parking lot. Heading up the stairs of the terrace, she let herself in and got ready to go to sleep. She replaced her clothes with an oversized purple T-shirt.
It would take a while, but she was sure she'd figure out what had happened.
So, what do you guys think of girl Mike? And if you want to, make a review with what you think happened with her at the sixth party. But for now I'm gonna head on out.