Hi, peoples!

I'M BACK! Sort of...

See, I've been really into FNAF (that's Five Nights at Freddy's for those who don't know the AMAZINGNESS THAT IS THAT GAME) lately, and I had this awesome story idea. So I wrote the first two chapters. If you potato peoples like it, I'll crank out the other nine chapters. Good? Good.

See, unlike my other stories which I will probably never finish, I already have an entire plot-line type thing in my head, so I wont have writers block. The only issue will be if I get bored with it... which was the only real issue in the first place. Yeah, I have a really short attention span.

So, here's chapters one and two. Hope you enjoy! Peace out, face-potatoes!

[This is based on the theory that the Game Theory went over in their two videos on FNAF. If you don't want to spoil the MYSTERY of this story, don't watch them. Also, FNAF2 is a prequel. I do not own FNAF, Scott Cawthon does. I only own the story.]

Night 1

12:00 A.M.

He— Hello? Hello? Well if you are hearing this, they have probably already gotten to me. I'm probably stuffed into Freddy's suit…. So, uh, yeah. That probably was not fun. Not looking forward to that.

So, uh, those calls you keep getting, the ones that teach you how to do this job? That's me. I'm the phone guy. Now, uh, you're probably wondering what my name is. I can't tell you. Personal safety, y'know?

Wait, hold on a second. I've got Toy Bonnie in the right vent. Gotta use the mask.

I'm back. I can't risk talking when the animatronics get in the room. It might mess up the Freddy-head trick.

So, I'm just gonna clear up any rumors you may have heard about Fazbear Entertainment. Most of them are true. I know I say they aren't in my calls, but if I told the absolute truth, most people wouldn't show up for the second night. Although, it may have saved a lot of lives, so, uh, sorry about that.

Hold on. Chica's to my left. Be right back.

4:00 A.M.

Hey, uh, I don't think I made enough of a big deal about winding up that music box. Especially for me. I really do not want that kid to know I'm here, uh… yeah, he's still mad about that other time.

Man, this is getting—OH! Hey, Freddy…

5:00 A.M.

So, uh, yeah… that was close. He almost got me there. And he's not even on of the ones who are out to get me. He's just programmed to search for child predators. Well, the night's almost over, and I made it this far. I knew there wasn't gonna be too much trouble, but it'll get worse. Especially when the old models notice I'm here.

So, uh, keep winding that music box, remember the blind spots in the vents and you should be fine. Have a good night, and I'll see you tomorrow.

6:00 A.M.