Hey all! I decided to switch it up a bit with a fanfic about my favorite horror game ever. Five Nights at Freddy's.

Reinventing Freddy's

Chapter One: Welcome to the Freddy Family

Finally, an interview. And on the same day I had applied too!

I almost couldn't believe it. I couldn't describe the level of excitement rushing through me. After two months of job hunting, sending out resumes, asking upfront, and practically begging for a job, finally I got a call back from an old Pizza place within biking distance, and it wasn't just any old pizza parlor. It was a job as a night guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a quote "Magical place for kids and grown-ups alike." Oh yes, everyone in town, if not the country knew about Freddy's.

The place's gimmick was that it had robotic singing animals that you could watch and listen to while you ate. Freddy's used to be really popular back in the seventies to mid-eighties, but bad things kept happening there, when one of their "Performers" bit a little girl's forehead off, the business suffered. To make matters worse, a few years later an entire children's party was kidnapped, they were presumed dead but the bodies were never recovered. Not long after the kids had disappeared the animatronics started to stink and leak strange fluids, it was later discovered that someone had broken in and poured some sort of stinking liquid into their suits.

I remembered going to Freddy's a few times as a kid and in the past few years with friends after school. I have to mention now how obvious it was that the place was suffering. The paint on the walls was faded, the black and white tiles were more yellow and grey, and the animatronics themselves looked pretty abused too, not to mention that one of them, Foxy, was shut down after nomming that poor girl's face, taking some of her brain with it. Surprisingly she lived, though she still had memory problems and a horrible scar where they had to re-attach the front of her skull. Oh, and hallucinations, like, major ones. Later it was revealed that she had tugged on a loose wire sticking out of the thing's neck, causing what could almost be described as a reflexive jerk forward as it was closing its mouth also breaking the hinge for the pirate's jaw. He was never put on display again.

So yeah, the restaurant was tattered and admittedly, in their dilapidated and outdated state, the remaining robots were pretty creepy to some people, including me. But what they lacked in décor they made up for with food. Their pizza was amazing, as were their cakes, but those might have been the only things keeping the place afloat.

So there I was at around six fifty, in front of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where I would wait for my interview which was to take place at seven o' clock sharp. I looked at my watch and sighed, glad to be on time, I parked my bike out front and chained it to a pole that attached the awning to the entrance.

Walking in I could hear and see the commotion that was always present in a kiddie themed restaurant. Party hats were scattered everywhere, while a waiter halfheartedly picked them up, knowing that he would be doing so again just minutes later, a few families were scattered around with children either screaming and running around or slopping pizza everywhere, there was a mother trying to gather her little herd of five or six of the little monsters before an employee, a short, skinny girl, only coming up about to my mouth in height, she looked to be around my age with curly red hair pulled into a loose bun, she walked over and got the kid's attention before smiling up at the woman and walking them to the exit.

While she was ushering the group out of the door she happened to glance up at me, loitering in the corner by the entrance.

Striding up to me with a smile full of green braces that matched her eyes, she beamed, "Hi! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's! Can I take your order?" She slipped a pen and a notepad from her uniform pocket and clicked them together. Her nametag read "Rachel"

"Um, no. I'm here for an interview, at seven? I was supposed to meet Cassandra in her office."

She gave a surprised gasp before giggling, "Oooh, You must be the new girl. I'll take you to her office now, it's not like she's busy."

Grabbing my hand, she weaved between the tables and rugrats toward the opposite end of the room, stopping in front of the door marked "office" to the right of the stage.

"Alright, here you are, just walk on in. I've gotta go take care of table four. Good luck!" She waved.

I sighed, smoothing the creases out of my skinny jeans and pulling my shirt down so that it wasn't wrinkled. Looking around, I tried my best to covertly adjust my bra strap. I smoothed down my brown, almost black hair and did a once over of my makeup using my compact.

'Stop it!' I thought to myself, 'It's fine, you look fine. Just go in, smile, and remember to breathe. Got it.'

Bracing myself, I pushed the door open with a click to see a middle aged woman with light brown hair sitting behind an old wooden desk. She was looking over what appeared to be some official company documents when I came in. When she heard the door open she immediately dropped everything she was doing, shoving the papers into the desk drawer she picked up a pair of slim librarian style glasses. Putting them on, she stared at me questioningly.

"Hi, I'm here about the interview. I know I'm a couple minutes early but-"

"Oh, you're Alexis then. Come on in you're fine!" She gestured towards the chair in front of the desk, "Go on and sit down, this shouldn't take us long!"

I sat down, noting the blandness of the office I was in. The only real sign of personalization seemed to be a spiky little plant in the windowsill.

"So, we already know each other's names, and I've read your resume. I'll just be asking a few questions to see if you are right for the job." She explained, folding her hands together on the desk.

I smiled over to her, "Alright, fire away."

Her smirk almost looked like a grimace, "Alright, what made you want to become a security guard?"

Clasping my hands together, I replied, "Well, in all honesty I really need the job. I just recently graduated high school and I've been searching a while. Plus, the add said that it was a night position and I've always been a bit of a night owl, so it seemed a good fit."

"Really? You aren't planning on going to college this fall?"

"Ha! I don't think I could stand any more school. Don't get me wrong, I got good grades, I'm a diligent worker, but the prospect of spending thousands of dollars to go into a career I'm not even sure I'd like yet just doesn't sound all that great to me. I'd much rather explore my options."

She nodded thoughtfully then continued the interview, asking me mostly mundane questions that didn't have much to do with my abilities until I started asking questions, most of which she prattled on about for minutes at a time.

We were almost an hour in when I finally asked what I'd been dying to since the whole thing started.

"Um, if you don't mind my asking, how is Freddy's doing? In a business sense?"

She crossed her arms, "Well, honestly it's getting pretty bad. At this point I don't see us lasting til the end of the year. It's a shame too. This used to be a great place."

"Oh. Why exactly do you need a night guard in the first place? There doesn't seem to be much here that someone could just walk away with."

She frowned hard, "Well, we have secret recipes… You know, actually, I think this should be covered in the introductory recording. You'll listen to it on your first night."

"Wait, does… Does this mean I got the job?" I asked, excitement and relief building in my chest.

"That depends, can you come in tonight?"

I nearly fell out of my chair at the question, "Yes! I mean, I didn't think it would happen that fast but, of course I can."

Her smile returned and she stood up, "Welcome to the Freddy family. As soon as we take care of all the paperwork, I'll hand you off to Rachel. She'll give you the tour and help you with your uniform. I'll expect you here, in it at eleven fifty tonight, on the dot, that's when I'll hand you your keys. Make sure to be in the security office before twelve with all the doors locked. Kay?"

I flicked through the forms, signing or initialing where indicated. Stopping only a second on the page labeled 'Agreement of Non-Disclosure,' Scanning down the page I was able to catch a few words 'The right to share knowledge of things seen or experienced on the company grounds of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is denied… ' I signed off thinking 'Wow, they must really want to protect their recipes.' After that I was ushered out of the office, Rachel was called over and told what to do with me.

We visited the security office first of course, then the kitchen, then the supply closet where I picked out my uniform, they were all in men's sizes, I guess that they didn't get many female guards, after that I got my badge, and I even got a taser. Then we visited the bathroom area, and then what was to be our last stop.

She smiled as she opened the door, "This is where we put the spare parts for the robots and the decorations like streamers and balloons and stuff," she said as she started rifling through a bunch of large boxes that were stacked up to the ceiling, making a sort of wall.

Removing one of the top boxes I realized that the wall was several boxes thick. Removing the second layer revealed one more, looking through the boxes so far I paused, "Wait, are we allowed to do this? And aren't you on your shift right now?"

She snorted, "Let the other waiter handle it for now. That's what he gets for checking out my ass earlier. Besides, we might get some use out of some of this stuff in the restaurant. Most of it probably hasn't been moved since before I was born." Then she just went back to sorting through streamers, and crayons. I decided them that I liked this girl.

Shrugging, I continued to search through my boxes. Finding nothing of interest and pulling others from the stacks. It was in the last box to the back at the bottom that I found something interesting. It piqued my interest when I realized that it was too heavy to pick up. Rachel must have noticed too, because she was at my shoulder in a flash, helping me pull the tape off the top after dragging it out from between the stacks. What we saw inside confused me until I put the pieces together.

"It's a Freddy Fazbear!" The redhead exclaimed.

It did look exactly like Freddy, save for the fact that it was gold and missing the robot parts inside, and the eyes were more like cartoony looking covers, all of the pieces were carefully placed so that the entire thing could fit into the one box. Pulling it out of the box revealed that instead of an animatronic suit, it was a costume for a person instead, though it weighed a ton since the structures for it were made of metal.

Putting in the head, Rachel asked, "I'm going to tell Cass about this. I bet we could use it for advertising."

I laughed, "Have you felt how heavy this crap is? I'd have to be a lot more desperate than I am now to walk around in this."

She took off the golden bear head and shrugged, "Yeah I guess. Still neat though." Putting it back, she headed for the door.

"Wait, shouldn't we clean all of this up?" I asked and I shoved the head back in the box.

Without looking back she responded, "The janitor will get it all in the morning. He comes in a while after your shift actually. Now c'mon. I have to get back to work and you should probably take a nap or something."

"Kay." I responded, following her out.

We were about half way across the room when I stopped her with a hand to the shoulder.

She looked back, "Huh?"

Pointing towards the corner of the room to the curtained off alcove I asked, "Can we go see Foxy?"

Grabbing my hand and placing it on my chest she said, "You can. I'm working and you're and employee now, so go ahead. Just try not to let any kids see you go in there. Monkey see monkey do, you know?" she winked and was off, checking a table for orders as if she had never left her post.

I, meanwhile, shuffled over to the closed up stage and, making sure there were no children watching, slipped behind the star covered curtains and into Pirate's Cove.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I could make out a few details of where I was. The walls were painted sky blue, with navy blue wave patterns making up the back of the set. On the floor there were the remains of a sand colored carpet, cut out in the front for reasons I didn't relish thinking about. In the left corner was a treasure chest, open and mysteriously lacking any dust on the gold painted objects inside. To the right was a big piece of plywood, cut and painted to look like a pirate ship, and on the bow were the words 'Kumander Liwayway.' I didn't know what that meant. In the middle of it all, was foxy. His jaw hung low, eyepatch flipped up, one eye drooping, and missing his suit below the knees and on his right hand. I could see his metal endoskeleton through the holes in the rest of his fur too. Yeah, Foxy the pirate had definitely seen better days, and he was creeping me out in the dark. Leaving the curtain, and soon the restaurant for the few hours I had before my shift, I biked the ten and a half block distance home, clutching my new uniform to my chest.

Running up the stairs I yelled to my mom in the living room, "Hey mom! I got a job! I have to take a nap now, I'll tell you about it tomorrow!"

I heard a faint, "Okay sweetie," before my bedroom door slammed shut behind me.

Then I tried on my new uniform. Admittedly it was pretty flattering on me. It was a simple navy blue, long sleeve button up shirt with a pocket that I could pin my badge to. It was a bit snug in the chest area, being that it was a guy's shirt, so I undid the top two buttons. The shirt was matched with a pair of identically colored slacks and a black leather belt that I pulled out of my closet. I attached the taser to the belt using the holster that they provided; noting that the taser itself looked like it had been thrown off a cliff. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I pulled it through the hole in the back of the hat, which had 'SECURITY' stenciled on the front. I finished the look off with a little black Maglight flashlight, it just felt more official to have a flashlight, like I could pull someone over and ask them what speed they were going. I giggled at the thought and laid down on my bed thinking about the night ahead.

I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again it was eleven thirty. I was glad to have passed out in uniform. Checking my makeup, I wiped off my eyeshadow with a wet wipe and decided to just go as I was. No one to impress at twelve in the morning anyway. I trudged downstairs, hearing my dad snoring from my parent's room. When I got down the stairs I grabbed a protein bar and chugged a glass of milk, leaving the clean-up for morning a second time that day.

Slipping on my mom's combat boots and locking the door behind me, I hopped on my bike and raced to the pizza place. When I got there I could see Cassandra walking out. I locked my bike up to the pole again and met her at the door.

She smiled up at me, "Well don't you look fierce this evening?"

I laughed at the obvious jab, "Thanks, I'm ready to do this."

"Good. Keep that spirit all night and you just might make it." She said stonefaced.

"Uh-What?"

She forced a smile, "It was a joke sweetie. Seriously, like you said this ain't exactly a prime robbery location. Just lock the doors and go to your office."

I rubbed the inside of my arms through the long sleeves, "Heh, right. Sorry. Just a bit nervous."

She slapped me on the back and tossed a keyring into the air, which I clumsily caught, "Understandable. Now go on in. I'll see you… tomorrow."

"Kay, see ya!" I said. Walking through the doors and locking them behind me I noticed how much creepier Freddy's was at night. I unclipped my little maglight to light my way to the back office and clicked on the security monitor, checking the time I noticed that it was eleven fifty nine. I picked up the tablet and clicked on the various camera loctions before setting the thing down again and seating myself in the squishy office chair. Looking to both sides of me I notice two buttons on each side labeled 'Door' and 'Light', pushing the 'Light' buttons revealed to illuminate the areas just outside my doorways, while pushing the 'Door' buttons slammed a thick metal door into place. Flicking off the lights and opening the doors, I heard a faint sound.

*Ding*

I looked back at the clock again.

12:00

Alright, my shift had finally started.

I jumped when the phone on my desk rang.

Preparing myself to answer, I picked it up, expecting a person. But instead I heard what I at first assumed to be the introductory recording that Cassandra had mentioned.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night…"

I listened to the full message, growing more and more disturbed by the man's easygoing tone by every second.

"…and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

My hand shaking, I dropped the phone onto the receiver before steeling myself.

"Come on. It was just a stupid prank or something. Geeze… Gotta talk to Cass about it in the morning"

I had almost convinced myself of that be the time I went back to checking the security cams. That is, until I saw what was on the tablet. My vision blurred in terror and a scream escaped my mouth, sounding more like puppy's whine on helium. It took a moment before my mouth could form proper words again.

"Where the fuck is bonnie?" I asked myself as I stared at the two animatronics on the screen.

It's never a good thing when machines start moving on their own is it? Also, I'd like to note that 'Kumander Liwayway' was a military commander in the Philippines that was known to wear make-up into battle, stating that she was fighting to be who she was. Very inspirational.

Let me know how you liked it in the form of a review, I'll be continuing this story really soon so you can look forward to an next chapter soon. Ciao!