DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. Except Olivia. I own that character. That's it, though. Yep.

A/N: Greetings everyone! Some of you may know me from over on The Mentalist boards but, for those who don't, welcome! My name is Malley and I will be your writer today. So, this is my first shot at a FNaF FF. There will be some spoilers for the fourth game, as well as the bite of 87, but not in the first chapter. I will be marking the entire story with the spoiler tag, just to be safe. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter. Reviews are much appreciated.

*SPOILERS FOR FNaF 4 and THE BITE OF '87*

ABSOLUTION

CHAPTER ONE-THE FIRST NIGHT

You're insane, they said. Why would you want to go back? they wondered. You're only going to dig up bad memories. Mike Schmidt frowned to himself as he adjusted his purple security guard uniform top in the mirror in the men's restroom at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Mike recalled the glory that was once Fazbear Entertainment. Fredbear's Family Diner was re-branded into the childhood fun-land giant, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was the go to destination for parties, pizza, and entertainment. Essentially, it was where a kid went to just enjoy being a kid. Hell, he'd even had a party there himself when he was a child. But, then again, who didn't? Growing up in the era that Mike did, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was where the cool kids held their birthday parties. If you didn't hold your birthday party at Freddy's, no one thought it was worth attending.

Mike had to admit that he never thought for a moment that he would ever be setting foot back into a Freddy Fazbear's establishment, let alone return as an employee. Alas, that was how life worked sometimes. No, Mike knew that he couldn't blame life for this decision. There had been a ton of other open positions in the 'help wanted' ads in the newspaper, but he had to choose this one. It was the only way, he felt, to make things right. "Family pizzaria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12 am to 6 am. Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment." The company might not be responsible, Mike considered, but he certainly felt like he was.

Shaking his head, Mike turned from the mirror and stepped over to the sink. Turning on the faucet, he splashed some cold water onto his face to bring his nerves back in check. Mike dried himself off, discarded his paper towel in the trash bin and then made his way out of the restroom. He checked his watch as he walked down the hallway toward the security guard office. 11:45 p.m. Fifteen minutes until go time.

Reaching the office, Mike peeked inside and saw the guard currently on duty was still inside. He knocked on the door frame and the guard, Olivia King, glanced over at Mike from over the top of the book she was currently reading.

"You the new security guard?" she questioned, eyeing Mike intensely from behind her silver rimmed glasses frames.

"That's me," Mike replied, stepping completely into the doorway so that the senior security guard could see him.

"Punctual," Olivia remarked. "I like that."

She put her bookmark into her book before closing it and tossing it onto the desk next to where she had positioned her feet as she reclined in the desk chair. Olivia took her reading glasses off and pushed them up so they rested on her head. She swung her feet off the desk and then stood up in front of Mike.

"Name's Olivia," she said, giving Mike a hearty handshake. "Been here for a long time. I was here back when Freddy's was still called Fredbear's Family Diner!"

"That's impressive," Mike said honestly, his whole arm shaking as Olivia shook his hand with quite a lot of vim and vigor.

"Say...you look kinda familiar," Olivia looked Mike up and down thoroughly, studying him.

Mike towered over her, but Olivia really didn't seem to notice the difference in height. He was rather skinny, but not to the point where he looked boney like the endoskeleton to one of the animatronics. Mike was at least half her age, Olivia surmised, probably more but, then again, she always prided herself on having more spunk than any kid of Mike's age.

"Have you ever been to Freddy's before?" she continued.

"Um, yeah," Mike admitted reluctantly. "But that was a long time ago..."

"See? I knew it!" Olivia said with a big grin on her round and pleasingly plump face. "That's why I've been 'employee of the month' a bunch of times; I got a good memory, kiddo, even for someone my age."

Olivia glanced at her watch.

"Midnight's coming, so I'll let you get settled in, hon. You're here til 6 am, right?" she questioned and Mike nodded in confirmation. "Good. Should be pretty quiet. The guy on the early morning shift will take care of getting the place opened up for the day, so you don't have to worry about that."

Olivia pulled open one of the desk drawers and rummaged through it for a moment, producing a series of cassette tapes. They were labeled: "Security Guard Training Tapes, Version 2."

"Here you are, kiddo. The official night security guard training tapes. Listen to one of these bad boys and you'll learn all you'll need to know about working at this fine place," Olivia stated, shoving the box of tapes into Mike's hands. "Actually, these are the newest versions of the tapes. One of our other guards just recorded some new stuff to, you know, change it up a little. I know the person who recorded them and he's a pretty nifty guy, so they should be good. He's been here a long time, so he certainly knows his way around a Freddy's! Actually, he just finished up his last week here and, well, you're his replacement. You've got some pretty big shoes to fill there, kiddo! I'll set up the first tape for you to go off at midnight, so you can begin your shift with some sage advice."

Olivia grabbed her drink cup from off of the desk as she put the first cassette tape into the audio system for Mike to listen to shortly. She winked at Mike before taking her things and finally departing for the evening. Mike let out a breath. Meeting Olivia surely made him feel better. It was nice to know that someone had survived so many nights at Freddy's and didn't seem any worse for the wear from it.

Well, time to get settled, Mike thought to himself. He, somewhat apprehensively, took a seat on the desk chair, the wheels of which squeaked as he scooted the chair back a bit to better reach the camera control panel. Just as Olivia stated, the phone rang right on the stroke of midnight and Mike got his first taste of the security guard training tapes.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know..."

Mike admittedly only half listened to the message that was currently playing, as most of his attention was focused on the camera control panel. Nothing seemed out of place, though the sight of the animatronics staring at the camera with their dead, lifeless eyes was certainly unnerving. A chill ran down Mike's spine. The next part of the phone message didn't help the situation either.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

The immobilizing fear that Mike had been experiencing was immediately replaced by a blinding rage. How could someone joke about a situation like that? The Bite of '87 was no laughing matter; not one bit. Mike let out a slow breath as he tried to reign in his emotions. A blur of movement on the camera system out of the corner of Mike's eye was a welcomed distraction. Okay, well, not exactly a welcomed distraction, but a distraction nonetheless.

Mike quickly turned his attention back to the camera control panel and flipped through the different feeds until he locked eyes with the grainy shadow of an animatronic that glared right back at him. He did his best to fight his urge to throw the camera control panel across the room and run screaming from the security office like he was on fire. However, Mike knew that he couldn't just run away this time. He needed to fix the problem that he created so many years ago. Conquering the nearly literal demons that roamed the halls of the supposedly family friendly establishment was the only way that he was going to be able to atone for his sins. Mike solemnly swore to himself as Bonnie the Bunny peered back at him in the feed from camera 5 that he would not go down without a fight. It was time to end this.

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