It was a cold, snowy evening at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Steve West, 23, was the 24/7 guard at Freddy's. He found out about the place from his friend, Mike, who had worked there for the Night shift. Mikes only recommendation to Steve was that he watch out for the manager. "I got fired for apparently 'tampering with the animatronics.' It was Bullshit after all I went through with those…things. You sure you want to work there Stevie. I know that you're looking for a thrill, but you could…. Die." Mike said.
"I can handle it. I mean, I wasn't on the S.W.A.T team for 5 years for nothing. I'll bring protection. Don't worry." But Steve was worried. Killer animatronics. Doesn't sound fun. "I should bring some serious heat." The company was tired of this whole "endoskeleton without a suit" situation. They had lost 56 night guards to the animatronics in the 30 years since the "bite". They had hired Steve, Lance Johnson, and the Famous "Joe Hoare", Grandson of Mike Hoare, as Mercenaries. Their job was to watch the animatronics. They were allowed to bring whatever weapons that they could bring. Steve brought his favorite shotgun, a snub nosed revolver that had saved his life plenty of times, and a Bowie knife.
"HEY! Buddy. Wake the FUCK up. It's 11:54. The managers about to leave." That was Lance. He was very loud and to the point. "Hey calm down, im up. No need to scream. " I said hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.
"OK, Asshole. Next time I'll leave you for Freddy. And by the way, you might want to put on your Kevlar. These animatronics got tough claws." I had been Napping on the show stage next to Chica the chick. I figured if they only move at night, why not take advantage of her fur. Bad move.
"Were will everyone be stationed?" asked Joe. "I will take pirates cove."
"Ok. I will take the dining hall. "said Lance
"Well I guess I have the Security Room. We will stay in our spot and then patrol around the building at one. Affirmative?" I said.
"Affirmative. Lets get this show on the road."