I decided to make a whole series of random stories that I randomly came up with. These stories aren't serious so leaving a review about grammar or stuff won't be necessary.

Five Nights at Freddy's, Five Nights at Freddy's 2, and their trademarks and characters are owned by Scott Cawthon. I own nothing but this story. And a sandwich.

Thank you and get ready for some crazy stuff.

$1,000 a week for watching some stupid animatronics? This was the easiest fucking job that Tomohawk ever had. Except for that one day in San Andreas. But that is to be saved for another perverted story.

He kicked in the front doors when he got to the pizzeria, hurting his foot in the process but he didn't give two shits about it. He walked past the animatronics, flipping them off I might add, made his way down to the office and sat down at the desk.

12 AM

"Hello, hello?!" A crackly voice from the phone yelled. "Well if you're hearing this, congrats! Welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizerria."

Tomohawk looked over at the wall calendar which was upside down. "What the fuck, man? It's the middle of December!"

"I left this message to get you settled in on your first week here. As you can see you have a 1987 tablet that shouldn't even exist. You can use that to check the cameras around the restaurant."

Tomohawk picked up his 1987 tablet which shouldn't even exist and looked through the cameras. The animatronics were in their normal places.

"Eh, we've been getting complaints from the previous night guard that the animatronics were trying to get into his office."

"Either that guy's been working too long or something fucked up is going on."

"So we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head. Problem solved! You can put it on as long as you want. Anything that wondered in will wonder right back out."

"This is starting to sound a lot less awesome." He switched over to the Prize Counter feed. He didn't dare to put on the nasty ass mask which had probably been on a bunch of dirty ass people's heads.

"Well by now you may have noticed the Prize Counter. We have a music box set up in there. Just wind it up every once in a while and you'll be okay. It doesn't seem to effect all the animatronics but it does work on...one of them..."

"One of them? How many of them are there?" Tomohawk grabbed a bottle of eCola off the table which, oddly enough, wasn't there before. "Wait a second...Why am I drinking from a bottle? I usually drink from a can!"

"So uh, that should be it. Check the cameras, other stuff, and you should be golden. I'll see ya on the flip side." The phone call ended.

"Finally, I didn't think I could take another minute of that shrill ass voice."

2 AM

Tomohawk had been doing nothing for the last two hours. He drank a few sodas that randomly appeared on his table, he checked the cameras, and that's about it. Until he checked the camera one more time.

"Nothing here, nothing ther-" He stopped at the Party Room 4, staring in shock at what he saw.

Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica were having a Twerk-Off. On the party tables. There asses bouncing around was too much for Tomohawk to handle.

He quickly pulled his rock cock out and started to beat his meat. He couldn't stop staring at there jiggling buns smacking up and down. He blew a load of curm all over the 1987 tablet that shouldn't even exist.

Suddenly, the two furries stopped and slowly looked at the camera.

'Fuck, they know I'm here!' Tomohawk thought. He quickly searched the room and found a partially hidden camera in the corner. 'They know I was smackin my jackin to them twerkin!' He completely panicked and hid under the table with his mask on.

5:59 AM

Tomohawk knew he was screwed. They had came in to look for him several times but he was still able to survive somehow. What great technology. Then something came to his mind.

'I forgot the BOOOOOOOOOOX!' He screamed inside his head. Tomohawk took off the mask and reached for the 1987 tablet that shouldn't even exist but he was too late. The box was wide open and he could hear 'Pop! Goes the Weasel' playing from what seemed to be absolutely nothing.

Like seriously, where the fuck does that music come from? Some hidden stereos in the wall or some shit?

He knew there was no way he could get out of this shit. Tomohawk sat in the chair and stared into the dark hallway ahead of him, waiting for his time to come.

...

...

...

"FREEEDO-"

Bells rang out and children cheered with joy. Weird how you could hear them so clearly.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Tomohawk said in confusion. The Puppet was suspended in mid-air, just one inch away from his face, 2.54 centimeters for all you foreigners. Or is 2.51? Fuck you.

"Fuck yes, I did itz!" Tomohawk jumped out of his chair and started to hippity-hoppity outta there like a boss. He pushed a bunch of kids onto the floor as he flip-flopped out the front doors and down the street to his house.

Later that day.

Tomohawk went out to look at his mail and found a pink slip inside his mailbox. No not the kind from Need For Speed: Most Wanted for beating some Blacklist member. The kind you got from your job. The BAD kind.

Notice Of Termination (YOU'RE FUCKING FIRED IDIOT)

Reasons:

-Masturbating on the job

-Cumming all over the 1987 tablet that shouldn't even exist

-Unprofessionalism

-Physical Assault

-Anti-Capitalism

-Graffiti

-Race

"Okay, only five of those could've gotten me fired!"

Well, I had a bit of fun making this. I'm planning on making more of these one-shots that have literally no meaning at all except for some shits and giggles, not only for FNaF but for other stuff too.

And if you want me to make a useless story, go ahead and ask! Don't be shy! I'll make it as soon as I can and give you credit for it.