So I've been thinking about what else to write about besides Destiny, and the first thing I thought of was FNAF. I am borrowing heavily from other stories I have read, so forgive me if it sounds too familiar (e.g. Christian Knight, Startersoverlegends). I want to thank those authors for giving me inspiration to write. There are two reasons I chose to write a story about that universe. One, it's so open to shape and mold like fresh clay. Two, I kinda have a thing for Female Bonnie. So, without further ado, let me—

Right, I forgot the disclaimer. I think it goes without saying, but I'll make an exception. "I do not own Five Nights At Freddy's, I only own my OC's, yadda yadda."

Lost Feelings

Jonathon

"There is now way this day could get any worse," Jonathon thought to himself as he huddled in the closet, hoping the animatronics would just pass him by. "Why can't this just be a normal pizza place? What do they want with me?"

His thoughts were halted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Hoping to fool them into thinking he had run off down the corridor again, he held his breath. The footsteps stopped right outside his closet. Instinctively pulling himself into a tighter ball, he hoped and prayed they wouldn't find him.

Luckily, the footsteps resumed their path down the hall, and he let out the breath he had been holding. "Thank fuckin' Chri—" Suddenly the door was wrenched open, and he was suddenly yanked to his feet.

"Again, I speak too soon," he spoke. The figure started off towards the storage room that Mr. Fazbear had told Jonathon was off-limits and to be locked at all times, dragging the night guard with them. "Really wish I had left the lights on," he thought. "I could see a lot better, but then again, so could they."

The door was pushed open, and in they went. "What is this?" he asked. The animatronic said nothing, but instead threw him to the ground in the open center of the room. "Why am I here? What do you want from me? What did I do?"

The figure turned to shut the door, then back to him, tilting its head. Jonathon shook his head, saying "If you're going to kill me, then just get it over with." He got to his knees, bowing his head execution style.

Earlier that day…

Jonathon was excited. He had finally gotten his first job, and it was at his favorite place as a kid: Freddy Fazbear's Diner Emporium. "Now I suppose Uncle Tom will leave alone for once, now that I have something to do in my time," he wondered aloud. "Now, where is the—"

"Office? Right this way, sir." He turned, and was surprised to see a middle aged man standing behind him. "You must be the new night guard." Jonathon recovered his wits, stuck his hand out, and replied, "Yes indeed. Jonathon Gildren, at your service."

The man chuckled, before continuing, "Yes, I'm glad you're here. My name is T.G Fazbear, and you happen to be just the man I was looking for. Tell me, have you been acquainted with the place yet?" Jonathon laughed, saying, "Pardon me sir, but I think I explored this place enough as a kid, so forgive me for declining that offer."

Mr. Fazbear grinned and asked, "So you know all about your office, then?" Shaking his head, Jonathon said, "No sir." "Well, what are we waiting for? Follow me!" Without a further moment's ado, he took off with Jonathon in tow.

A few minutes later, Mr. Fazbear had left, leaving Jonathon in his office to ponder what to do until midnight. "Maybe I'll go see where the animatronics are. I heard they got upgrades." He strolled off down the hall towards the main stage. As he was walking down the hallway, he heard kids cheering for the Fazbear band, and started grinning.

"I remember the band," he thought. Fond memories of cheering along to pizzeria songs flashed through his mind. He sighed, before turning the corner to see exactly what he had expected: kids cheering as the Fazbear trio jammed along onstage.

"So who might you be?" came a voice from behind Jonathon. Startled, he turned quickly only to practically bump noses with a female animatronic that looked strangely human. "My apologies, ma'am. Jonathon Gildren, at your services," he answered with a sweeping bow. The girl blushed a rosy red. "Ooh, a gentleman! You must be the new night guard."

With a sheepish smile, he said, "That I am. And who are you, if I may ask?" She giggled, saying, "My name is Balloon Girl, but just call me BG." Jonathon had not heard of her, but he assumed this was one of the new animatronics. Suddenly, his watch went off, signaling it was time to get ready for his shift.

"Sorry, but I gotta go get ready." BG started pouting, "Awww, but we just only met." She paused for a few seconds then continued, "How about tonight? I'll introduce you to the others!" Jonathon still had that sheepish look on his face.

"Um, sure. Why not?" She laughed, and walked off. "Bye, Jonathon!" she called. "Well, that was certainly odd," Jonathon thought.

Time skip to 12:00

Jonathon was settling down in his new office when the desk phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. "Hello, hello?" "Strange…" he thought. "Yeah, uh, can I help you?

"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." Jonathon groaned, thinking "Great, doesn't even have the decency to actually talk to me." He eventually tuned out what the dude said, and was busy combing through his music selection when he heard, "…upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as—" Jonathon nearly leapt out of his chair.

"Wait, what was that about death and damage? Why the hell does that concern a family restaurant?" His mind was racing through what could possibly warrant this voicemail when he heard a crash out in the hallway. He listened to the voicemail, catching things about "the Bite of '87" and "being stuffed into suits". Jonathon heard something walking down the hallway towards his office.

"…check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night." The recording clicked off, signaling the beginning of six hours of hell.

Fast-Forward To Current Time

"Well, never thought I'd leave this world this soon," Jonathon thought. A poem his dad used to read to him before bedtime as a kid suddenly popped into his mind. "Here goes nothing." Jonathon began to whisper the poem as he remembered it.

"Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole. I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul." He paused, waiting for his execution and was met with silence. Taking this as a sign to continue, he began again.

"In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, my head is bloody but unbowed." Jonathon noticed that he and his captive were no longer alone in the room, but kept whispering. "Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the Horror of the shade, and yet the menace of my years finds and shall find me unafraid." He took a deep breath, and raised his voice to a more audible level.

"It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul." He closed his eyes, and waited to be stuffed into a suit. When nothing happened, he looked up. "Well? Get on with it!" he exclaimed. Another silence. As he was about to say something, a baritone voice spoke up.

"I've heard enough."

Jonathon felt something slam against his head, and blacked out.

Alright, how was that? I feel like I messed up in some aspects, especially considering how I plan to have this story end up, but I want to know what you guys and gals think. Like I said before, I want to thank the two main writers who inspired this story, Christian Knight and Startersoverlegends. You guys have been a big influence on my writing, and I really look forward to your stories. Peace out!