So, I want to say that this story is mostly inspired by the "It was Mike's fault for Volunteering", by VanillaPine. I greatly recommend it, it's really fun to read and I bet many of you will just fall right into it. Anyway, as the story progress, you will surely notice all sorts of similarities between VanillaPine's story, and this one, because as I said, it was mostly inspired from it, even if the focus is neither to be fun or scary, more like something in between. Let's see where this will go, shall we?


Darkness surrounded him.

- You have to be kidding me!

The clock showing the time told him it was 5:55. So far, Freddy had been strangely calm, staying near the stage. Chica quickly gave up after bouncing off the door many times, getting the robotic equivalent of a concussion. Bonnie, however, was much more aggressive than the other nights. Two night earlier, he had a close encounter with what he named "Golden Freddy", but it was absent since then. During the week, the night guard noticed that the repetitive attempts of the animatronics to throw the doors down left them each time more damaged. Wires were sticking out, tuft of furs were hanging or missing, and even some teeth had been lost. So far, Foxy, despite not being the worst, meaning that, not the most aggressive of them, was the most damaged. If he was already in bad shape before, the humanoid fox-like robot was the fastest of them all, and every time the door slammed in front of him, screws could be heard falling one after the other, as a strange screech escape the small box designed to make the voice. Fortunately for him, Mike had guessed what happened. He had found the strange newspapers, and eventually pieced the events back together, and boy, oh boy did he preferred thinking he simply had just to defend himself against robots, and not ghosts out for blood, ghosts of children, damn it. Solving the problem wasn't that hard, five suits, five dead child, foul odors, mucus and blood leaking? Even the planet's dumbest human could find out what was going on. The children, they said these kids were dragged into a back room by someone in a night guard's uniform, that's why they were so aggressive, and not plain aggressive; aggressive, but only to the night guards. But whatever, Mike needed that pay, he barely had enough to rent the small, three room plus the bathroom, apartment he was living in, at first, the fact the job was left open seemed great! The restaurant was barely two streets away from where he was, he wouldn't have to use the car he possessed to get there, meaning it was already a few bucks more in the piggy bank. Finally, maybe that job as a mascot in the other, most near town wasn't such a bad idea, after all. So, after night number three, he had came back two more time, including tonight, and for the first, god forsaken time in the whole week, the cursed batteries died on him.

- *Shuffles* … *mumbles* Where is that rotten stick they called a flashlight?

Mikes had been fiddling with the things on the desk for one minute, and at last, his fingers hit the recognisable shape of the flashlight. Hopefully, there would still be something working in the old device.

He flicked the interrupter.

- Haha! Yes! It work, exclaimed the young man as a single string of light had silently cut trough the blinding darkness surrounding him.

Mike turned around, only to nearly let the now last source of light in the office fall to the ground.

The. Fuckin. Bunny. Was leaning in the doorway.

No sound escaped the human's lips, instead, his eyes darted to the clock, which showed 5:58.

Wait, that robot was mocking him! Despite the ball in his throat, and his stomach tangling itself up like crazy, he tried to stall for time. Two minutes, it was just two, little, insignificant minutes.

As clever as always, he spoke to the damn thing.

- H-hey there. C-could you, l-like, not ki… *deglutition sound* not k-kill me, please?

"Ohmygod, what am I doing? Do I really wanna die?"

Rapid footsteps were heard, and just as the clock finally turned to 5:59, Foxy, who tried to bolt inside the small room to put Mike into pieces, was stopped dead in his track when Bonnie put an arm in front of him, clearly to mean "stop".

The man was getting confused, wouldn't the spirits or whatever these things really were, try everything in their power to kill him before their program kicked in, making them just another normal looking group of animatronics for one more day? Foxy calmly positioned himself, and at that moment, Mike felt as if someone was watching his back, and seconds later, a finger poked his shoulder, fear making him squeal a little "meep", but he turned around. Guess who was staring at him now? Big lazy bear, who hadn't moved from the stage room the entire night.

- And it's now, that you moved your lazy butt and decided to come in, Mike exclaimed despite his dire situation.

Surprisingly, Freddy simply shrugged to make it like he was saying "meh, whatever", and stepped away to the other door, Chica advancing about halfway the distance separating the human and said door.

For the first time ever, Mike was startled when he heard the chicken's voice.

A small, clear voice of a young girl, escaped the device used to sing, as the jaws moved in a complex way she shouldn't be able to achieve, due to the way her head was built.

- You win, she whispered as the clock rung six o'clock.

Silently, they went back in the shadows, and power went back on, so Mike was reassured when the cameras showed that each of them was back in their corresponding place.

Unfortunately for him, he was forgetting someone, who showed up just as he was letting out a sigh of pure relief.

Lights started to flick on and off rapidly, the forsaken words he hoped to never see again, "It's me", burned his retina has they appeared on the screen, briefly flashing brightly. Only one animatronic had such powers.

Slowly, ever so fearful of it, Mike turned around, ready to flee if needed to. Next thing he realized, HE, was there. Slumped down on the ground, the "Golden Freddy".

The two, white lights flickered toward the camera, as if it saw every details on the screen… and maybe it was the case.

Nonetheless, the monster's attention quickly came back to its primary target, the night guard in front of him.

Suddenly, as Mike was staring back at the thing, something quickly entered the room. It was the endoskeleton from the backstage! As it slowly, ever so calmly passed through the suit part, the doors violently closed, isolating the two of them from the rest of the world. Going back to a solid state, the suit snapped into a straight position, and Mike noticed it was at least a good head taller than Freddy.

He was getting ready to grab anything and throw it at the robot, when the light closed another time, but longer.

He felt air moving around him, as suddenly, he was struggling to breathe, feeling he was being lifted by something invisible. When the lights turned themselves on once more, he almost fainted from the sheer terror he felt then.

Somehow, without touching him, Golden Freddy was making Mike hover in the air, a bit higher than he was, and dangerously close to him too, menacingly staring at the man, before the lights flicked for a nanosecond, during which Mike started floating down. Just after, Golden Freddy was hunched toward him, whispering in the human's ears.

- It… is not… over…

And the voice was the voice of someone angry enough to be restless, despite belonging to a young boy, maybe a young teenager.

- You… can't... escape…

Mike was almost to the ground. As his feet touched it, the doors opened, and he bolted out of the place, but not before the animatronic had said these words.

- Your end… is near…

Mike ran, and ran and ran until he simply bumped into his door. Without knowing it, his feet brought him to the small apartment he lived in. He hurriedly took the keys and unlocked the door, before slamming it behind him. He then let himself fall against the door, shook by what had happened.

These spirits, they would not give up as long as the murderer was still alive. What was he going to do?! As long as nobody would accept to replace him, and that no new job offering would come up, he was stuck to work as a night guard, with four, scratch that, now five possessed robots out for his blood. How would he survive? Could he even try to reason with the children? He could get torn apart just trying to talk to one of them!

But, if they had enough reason to speak, maybe it was worth the shot…

- Alright, Mike decided, in the end, it's just one big dumb misunderstanding, so I should be able to reason with these… things.

He went to take a shower.

Shortly after having took his shower, and at least eaten some cereals, Mike went to sleep, but as he fell right into Morpheme's arms, Golden Freddy's sentences started to bounce around his head, these phrases that would give him many more nightmares then he already had.

"It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near."

And they were repeating louder and louder, like an echo.

"It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near. It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near. It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near. It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near. It is not over. You can't escape. Your end is near."

All at once, his thinking stopped, until one soft whispered sentence started to bug the man.

Finally, this one sentence, the four small, seemingly harmless words, remained, because it was the truth he denied, and because it meant the nightmare was only starting, and he wasn't sure he wanted to acknowledge it, for he feared it would become reality. However, he couldn't shake it away, as each words detached from the sentence in his mind, their meaning crystal clear to him.

"It. Is. Not. Over."

Sadly, as he would soon find out, the yellow bear was right…

Things were far from being over yet.


Hey, I hope you appreciated this, things are barely starting, so be sure you've put the safety belt of your seat, cause we're in for one hell of a ride. On that note, I hope you all have a wonderful day. 'Til next time.