"Really? A security guard? YOU?!"
"Shut up, Raph." Mikey growled, grabbing his nunchucks and heading for the surface.
Mikey had been accepted through an online review for a nighttime security guard at a pizza place called "Freddy Fazzbear's Pizza." Part of his pay included one large free pizza every night. The job wasn't very popular, and apparently, nobody had worked that position for more than five days. Either they quit, or they suddenly disappeared.
Mikey didn't get why nobody wanted the job. After all, free pizza every night sounded pretty darn good to him.
"Oh, well. As Splinter would say... Actually, I'm not sure what Splinter would say... Wow, I've really got to listen more." Mikey told himself, walking down to the rundown old pizzeria, where a man in a suit awaited him.
"Ah, you must be Michelangelo Splintersan. I'm the manager. Here are the keys and a flashlight. Everything else is in the second room on your left, through the "employees only" door. Good luck." The man handed a set of keys and a flashlight to Mikey, then hopped into a car and sped away.
Mikey shrugged and entered the pizzeria. It was dark and kinda spooky inside.
He looked around and walked backwards into a large animatronic bear, which was wearing a black top hat and a bow tie, holding a microphone.
"Huh..." Mikey shone the flashlight on the bear, and then on the big purple rabbit next to it, which held a keyboard, and then on the yellow bird on the bear's other side. The bird held a guitar and had a bib on its chest that said: "Let's eat!"
Mikey remembered the large pizza he was promised. "Yes, birdy, let's!" He ran to the "employees only" door and followed the manager's directions to the room where he was to sit.
A steaming large pepperoni pizza sat waiting, with a sticky note on it.
"Instructions." Mikey read aloud. "The phones are currently disabled. We apologize for the inconvenience. Hey, dude, no problem. The security cameras are the screen on your right. Be careful not to waste your power. Your shift ends at 6 o'clock. Good luck. You're going to need it. Why do I get the feeling whoever wrote this knows something I don't?"
Unfortunately, only silence greeted the question. Mikey sighed, and checked the time. 1:30.
"It's going to be a looooong night..." Mikey sighed.
Me: Oh, you have no idea.
Mikey: Hey, who are you?
Me: The narrator.
Mikey: Sooo... What's going to happen?
Me: You'll see... ;)
Mikey: Gulp.
Mikey ate his pizza, when he noticed an odd metallic sound. He checked the cameras.
"Hey... Where'd birdy go?" He asked aloud.
For the yellow bird was gone.
"Is... There something I'm missing?" Mikey wondered. He noticed the note on the ground, and picked it up. More writing on the back.
"The animatronics are put on wander mode." Mikey read aloud. "They will move around. They MOVE?! Do not let them get you, they will not see you as a guest, but another animatronic without an exoskeleton. They will try to force you into a suit. The suits have wiring and electrical components in their heads, so you will be crushed if stuffed into a suit."
Mikey: SERIOUSLY?!
Me: You wanted to know why nobody wanted the job. Besides, that's kinda how Five Nights At Freddy's works.
Mikey: Why couldn't Raph have gotten this job, then? He's less important than I am!
Raph: HEY!
Me: Wait, where did you come from?
Raph: Mikey accepts a job at a place where huge robots are after him. Of course I'm going to be around to watch.
Mikey: Really? You're not going to try and HELP me?!
Raph: Ha ha. No.
Me: Guys?
Mikey: You're a jerk.
Raph: I am not!
Me: Guys...
Mikey: Yes you are. How would you feel if I got hurt?
Raph: Then I'd get your room.
Mikey: Hey!
Me: GUYS!
Mikey and Raph: WHAT?!
Me: I'm trying to tell a story, here. Mikey, look alive. Raph, get outta here. You're not in this part.
Raph: Darn it.
A sudden yellow face with a beak appeared in the window of the door.
"L-l-let me in-n-n. L-l-let-t's eat!" A girly robotic voice chimed.
"Um... Let's not and say we did, okay?" Mikey gulped.
The bird disappeared.
A chilling laugh caused a chill to go up and down Mikey's spine.
"H-h-hello, lit-tle turt-tle. Let's p-p-party!" The face of the large bear appeared, and laughed again.
"Oh my god! What the shell is this!" Mikey gulped.
Me: Don't go away, folks! The party's just begun!
Mikey: You're evil.
Me: That's not a very nice thing to say, since I have control over whether or not you get out of this situation.
Mikey: Still...
Me: I know... ;)