It happened every night. Not knowing the proper nature of the animatronics, the managers of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza hired a night guard to deal with the problem. And so it all began... (as usual, Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for death or dismemberment.)
April 16, 1976. It was Herald's first day on the job, and he was excited. $120 a week for sitting in a chair all night! Great! The clock struck twelve-o-clock. Herald grinned. Quick riches, here I come, he thought. He heard a stiff click, and a recording began to play.
"Hello? Oh yeah, um, hi! You must be the umm.. new night security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Now umm.. we've been having some reports of some... problems... happening at night. Every morning, the animatronics seem to be... dismantled."
"Okay," muttered Herald, "So..."
"If you see any... um... burglars, just press the 911 button on the phone. `We still have no idea what's happening here. It's a... a high-risk job, let's just say.
"Also, keep an eye on the animatronics. We have to keep them on at night so their servos don't lock up, but... make sure they don't trip and fall or anything."
"Okay," said Herald, "so those creepy robots are gonna... walk around. Okay."
"If there IS a break-in," continued the voice, "just activate the power doors and call 911. See you tomorrow night."
Herald switched off the tape recorder and looked at the screen. It showed the chicken animatronic staring into the camera.
"Oh, hey, dude!" he said, "You're... Chica, right!" He kept watching as the chicken cheerleader started to walk out of the room, until it was facing a giant purple bunny. Then, he watched in horror as they started to rip each other apart!
"What in the?" he started to yell, but was interrupted by a scream and a hook slashing into his shoulder. In his heart, Herald knew that this was over. The fox had gotten him.