HUGE authors note coming up...

(Sorry ZadArchie, I've moved it now)

Welcome to Fun at Freddy's!

These are just a small (Not forever *wink*) collection of ideas that I had but I couldn't fit them anywhere else. Hope you enjoy!

Fun fact: I've written this twice. The original was much longer, but I screwed up and deleted it by accident!

Important Information

Layout

If a small story requires another chapter, I'll mention it so you can see it.

My writing

I'm horrible at writing speech. It's more based on the fact that I was never taught how to do it properly. I was told to write it in huge, block paragraphs but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to put a line in between or something.

I'm generally good at describing, but I go on for ages sometimes without realising

I can't do romance. I suck at it. :P (don't like it much)

I'm an English human being. I spell something funny: ignore it. If I ever mention chips: I mean fried potato slices that you may eat with your fish (same goes for me mentioning crisps; I just mean potato chips. You hate on me and my stories: u wun fiyt me m8? First, lemme get a crumpet and a cuppa tea... ect.

Story updates

I'm poo at that. Lemme see... does once a year suit?

Annnd... it think that's it! If I need to, I'll update this. I'll tell you if I end up doing so. Catch you on the flip side!

Game Night

It was dark and wet in the semi-fierce breeze that weaseled it's way amongst the buildings. It was the dark dead of night; 11:55, to be exact, and security guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Mike Schmidt was exiting his car to go to his night shift job, holding a bag that looked looked quite full. He locked his car and pulled his coat hood down a bit to make sure it stayed on his head and protect him from the splatters of rain that were falling.

He approached the main glass doors of the family pizzeria, tucking the bag under his arm and rummaging through his pocket to find his key. Once the doors were open and he was inside, he closed and locked them once again. He made his way down to the security office. Usually, he would wait in the dining room until 12am, but the animatronics had told him to avoid them tonight and stay in his office because they were 'working on a special surprise' for him. So, because of this, he had brought his laptop along with him to help the night go along easier.

He placed himself down in his chair and took out his laptop, which was a plain grey colour, and placed it on the desk. He plugged the charger into the wall and clicked the switch on the wall on. He opened the lid of the device and typed in his password before letting it start up.

He rolled his chair backwards and spun it around to face the back wall of the room, where a clock hung there, ticking peacefully. Ten seconds he thought subconsciously. After said amount of time, a chime from the clock resounded throughout the building, signalling the start of his shift. He immediately heard the padded thunk and clunk that came rapidly from the west hall. He gave no reaction, unlike his first week; where he would've whimpered in fright before slamming his fist into the door button.

Soon, the head of Foxy the Pirate Fox appeared from around the doorway.

"Ahoy, there, lad! The Cap'n reques'ed tha' ah remind ya of wha' ye be doin' tonigh'" he spoke out in his gruff, thick pirate accent before stepping into the room, though, it was only just high enough for him to fit inside. "I un'erstand that ye already kno' wha' yer doin', but the ol' lad said so. Cap'n's orders" he added, nodding his head to the left a bit and twitching his ear. Mike nodded, he didn't speak, but gestured for the crimson fox to continue. "Righ'... Firs', yer not allo'ed ter come outta this here office, secon'ly, don' even bother tryna look through the cameras. Bonnie took yer table' and the chicken lass disabled the connectio'. Tha's it, lad. G'night matey!" he said, before retreating back the way he came.

Mike sighed and rolled his chair back over to the wooden desk that still carried his laptop. He browsed his installed games before searching for his headphones in his bag. He first retrieved his mouse, and plugged it into the USB slot in the side of the computer. He continued his search for the headphones, but soon he stopped looking and yawned tiredly. He leaned back in his chair, suddenly feeling his eyelids start to droop. He ignored the sense of sleepiness he had just discovered he had, but he didn't blame himself. He hadn't had a proper sleep in weeks. Intentions of playing games in mind, he double clicked on a game to play, but was once again showered with a wave of drowsiness. Sleep overtook him as he slowly drifted into his dreams.

Meanwhile, the animatronics were stood in the kitchen, gathered around a counter, which on it was placed a plate of steaming, cheesy, pepperoni and ham pizza and a two-layer cake. Chica -being the only one who could smell since she was designed to work in the kitchen- sniffed and made an 'OK' sign with her hand in approval.

"Did I make the pizza right?" Bonnie asked, straightening his bunny ears.

"Yes!" Chica replied "it's great!" Bonnie beamed. "Now, Foxy? Can you write some text on the cake? I mean, carve it with your hook." the fox nodded "Great. First, wash it. There's a two-sided scrubbing sponge by the sink." Foxy grumbled but obeyed, he wanted to help out his fellow crewmembers.

The cake had been completed and the gang were chuckling to themselves. It was clear that Mike had forgotten what day it was. They giggled once again. Although, they didn't blame him. Midnight could be confusing sometimes. The four departed for the security office. Once they got outside the door, Bonnie stepped forwards and into the office. The rabbit returned almost immediately stifling laughter. He motioned for everyone to follow him back into the dining area. The three other robots looked at at each other, sharing bewildered looks before following the purple bunny.

"Mike's fallen asleep!" Bonnie gasped and chucked. The other three didn't understand what was so amusing, though.

"So what if he has? What's your point?" Chica questioned. "He left his laptop on!" He replied.

Looks of understanding crossed the animatronics' faces. They all grinned a little evily at eachother and nodded their heads simultaneously. Bonnie and Chica retrieved the laptop, mouse and charger and brought them backstage, where Freddy and Foxy had dragged chairs against the table and moved the spare endoskeleton and empty mascot heads. They plugged the device in and set it down in the centre of the table. They all sat down and looked at the screen.

Freddy, who was sat in the middle of them all, took hold of the mouse and wiggled it to disable the screensaver. There was a game loaded up. The bear cocked his head to the side at what he saw. Foxy flipped his eyepatch up to read it better.

"'Five Nigh's a' Freddy's'?" he read. "Wha' does this mean?" he asked. Bonnie and Chica shrugged their shoulders. Freddy just kept staring at the screen, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was there a thing on Mike's computer with his name in it? Yes, Freddy wasn't an uncommon name... but... his face was on the menu...

"Let's play it!" Bonnie suggested "It might be good!" he added. Freddy shrugged. What harm could it do? He clicked the 'New Game' button. The game started loading.

Approximately 30 minutes later...

"Check me cove, lad! Ye haven' in ages!" Foxy told Bonnie, who was in charge this time. They were on night three. Bonnie checked the Pirate Cove camera and sure enough... the curtains were wide open, the sign changed to the words 'IT'S ME' and the Fox nowhere in sight. Bonnie panicked and switched over to the west hall camera to see the red fox charging down the hallway. The rabbit hesitated before flipping the tablet down and moving the game camera to the left to shut the door. But he was too late. The pirate appeared from the door before leaning in and screeching. Bonnie flinched, sighing.

After spending two hours bearing every night up to night 4, the gang finally decided to end their game-playing session there. Chica made a mental note to ask Mike if they could all play games together one night. On that thought, she happily bounded back down to the office with Mike's computer in her hands before placing it on the security office's desk. The others followed behind her.

They woke up Mike from his deep slumber, pretending that they had never taken the laptop in the first place. Mike opened his eyes drowsily, stretching and yawning.

"Oh. Hey guys. You need something?" he asked, sitting up properly on his chair. Chica, Bonnie, Freddy and Foxy led Mike to the kitchen where he was a little surprised at first. "Happy birthday!" they cheered. Mike blinked. it was his birthday? He peered at the beautiful cake and pizza once the table and smiled warmly at the animatronics' faces. Mike thanked them for the surprise before tucking in to his treats. He decided to start with the cake in case he couldn't finish everything, since the pizza could just go in a box.

Mike threw himself down on his sofa. This shift had been great! Plus, he now had a free pizza and some cake to help himself to. He got out his laptop and opened the lid. Although... unusually, there were small scratches here and there... then he realised why Chica had asked him that question...