Disclaimer: I do not own "Five Nights at Freddy's" or its characters.

This was a bad idea.

The more he looked around him, at the office where he'd be spending six hours per night, the more he thought that he was not cut up for this job. Everything looked so god-damn creepy…

From the drawings on the walls, to the posters of the animatronics, and the lack of doors… The office had zero doors, for God knows what reason, leaving the hallway in front of him as a dark and eerie open passageway for anyone – or anything – that could want to pay him a visit. The new night guard cleared his throat and tried to straighten himself to look more confident. He might be freaking out on the inside, but he could at least try to display some fake bravery.

Jeremy Fitzgerald didn't like scary things. No scary stories, no scary movies, no anything remotely creepy. Looking at all the eerie children-made drawings that were displayed on the walls was not helping him feel any more comfortable in that office. Neither was the idea of having animatronics walking around. He knew that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was popular for its walking and talking robots, but the notion of the robots being able to walk around during the night as they pleased did not make him happy. He could only hope that they would not go anywhere near his office.

"Honey, this is a great job opportunity for you!" his mother had said. "You should take it! I know you don't like the idea of working at night, but maybe if you do a good job you'll get switched to day shift."

That was the sole reason why he had agreed to accept the job offer really – the prospect of not staying on the night shift for that long. He knew he had to find a job to help his mother and sister, and he really couldn't be picky about it. His younger sister wanted to go to college, and so did he, but for that they had to get money, and to get money, he needed a job. After his father died at war, his mother was the only one supporting the family. He could not disappoint her.

"Alright Jeremy, put yourself together," he thought. "This is no big deal! All you have to do is watch over the robots. No problem!"

He grabbed the remote control and turned on the monitors. By using the remote control, he could check the different camera views that were displayed on the monitors.

First, there was the show stage. Three of the animatronics were there, motionless and expressionless – Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica. Jeremy had grown used to call them that because of a family friend, who had been working for Fazbear Entertainment for some time. Then he checked the camera for the main hall, just to pass some time, seeing as there was nothing of interest there, and then the game area. That was his favorite area in the pizzeria.

There were some kids' rides to the right, including a carousel that depicted animals similar to the original animatronics rather than the Toy Bots. The only animatronic there was one named Balloon Boy, if Jeremy remembered correctly, who handed out balloons to the kids. To him, Balloon Boy was the least scary robot, probably because he looked like a kid.

When his clock announced midnight, he looked eagerly at the phone. It started ringing within seconds, which made him sigh of relief. He did leave a message, thank God. He leaned back on the chair and the message started playing on its own.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello?"

Jeremy chuckled. He would recognize that verbal tic anywhere.

Phil Grayson, the man who was talking on the message, was the head of security at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and the one who offered him the job of night guard. He had been a family friend for years, since he met his father in the army. He was a relaxed and kind man that Jeremy really liked – to him, he was practically pretty much family.

"Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path."

The night guard frowned for a second. "Summer job"? They were in the beginning of November, how could it be summer? Oh well, maybe Phil was reading the intro out of a paper and forgot to change it to actual time…

"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company… Uh… that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I-I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety."

He had heard quite a lot about Fazbear Entertainment. It was part of the reason why he felt so creeped out about being there at night, in fact. His friends had been very quick to remind him of all the stories about how kids were killed and stuffed into suits, how the staff was cursed to either go missing or end up going crazy, told with all of the unnecessary details in their gory glory. Jeremy didn't need any more nightmares, thank you very much.

The message went on. "They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day, heh. Isn't that neat?" Phil paused to clear his throat before going on. "But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you!"

"Haha, funny," Jeremy thought sarcastically, though he was suppressing a small smile. It wasn't the first time that Phil joked about how he still looked like a kid even though he was 20 years-old.

"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its… kinks. Uh… you're only the second guard to work at that location," Phil informed. "Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about… conditions."

Jeremy was no longer amused with the message. What did he mean, "conditions"?

"Uh, we switched him over to day shift… So, hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office."

The night guard was now looking at the phone in absolute horror. That was the one thing he did not want to happen! Phil told him the robots would be walking around, but he didn't say anything about them trying to get into the office! And there were no doors to keep them out…

"Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth."

"Yeah right," Jeremy muttered with some annoyance, looking at the open hallway in front of him.

As much as he liked Phil, it had always been obvious the man had a very different sense of "danger" from everyone else. He just didn't seem to get as scared by things as normal people did. He even found some gory and scary stuff amusing! The complete opposite of Jeremy, that's for sure…

Oblivious to Jeremy's growing worries, Phil carried on. "So, while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that… the robots were never given a proper 'night more'. So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office."

"Great…"

"So, our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely." While Phil talked, Jeremy checked the camera view of the Prize Counter, spotting a large toy box in the darkness. He looked at his remote, and, sure enough, there was a button there that was labeled "music box". "So, just every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect… one of them…"

Phil cleared his throat again, but this it time it sounded like he wanted to avoid saying the name of "that one animatronic" the music box controlled. That should be some creepy robot if even Phil didn't like it.

"Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you into a suit…"

"… What?" Jeremy blinked nervously, squeezing the remote control in his hands. "What do you mean 'stuffing'?!"

"So hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out."

Jeremy searched the drawers of the desk until he found a mask of Freddy Fazbear. Well, at least he had some way to trick the animatronics and get them to leave him alone… He still wanted to know what that whole thing about the robots stuffing people into suits was though.

"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the quirky modern design of the building," Phil said. "You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh."

He sure did! Whose brilliant brainchild was that anyway?

"But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark."

Jeremy picked up the flashlight that was next to the mask on the drawer. He couldn't see how that flashlight was going to help him, but hey, if Phil mentioned it, it should be important.

"Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Now he was even more nervous about his job than before. Why did the robots have to try and get inside his office…? He was going to freak out as soon as he saw one of them in the hallway, he just knew it…

"I want to leave…" he muttered sadly to himself. "I don't wanna be here anymore…"

He looked at the monitor, which showed the camera view of the show stage, and stared at the Toy Bots that stood there. Toy Freddy, Toy Chica… but where was Toy Bonnie?

"No! No, no, no, no…"

Trying not to start panicking so early on the night, he searched for the missing blue bunny in all the camera views. He ended up finding him on Cam 03, which showed Party Room nº3. Toy Bonnie was looking around at the tables and checking the party hats, his guitar in hand, when he seemed to notice he was being watched.

Jeremy gulped, as Toy Bonnie looked straight at the camera. The robot smirked. He waved indolently, pointed at his eyes and then at the camera, as if he was telling him "I'm watching you too".

"Stupid bunny," Jeremy thought angrily. "Is he making fun of me?"

That shouldn't be a surprise, after all. Phil had warned him that the bunny's attitude wasn't the best. According to the head of security, Toy Bonnie was always making fun of the staff.

But oh well, if he was just making fun of him, then it wasn't so bad. He wasn't actually meaning to do him any harm, at least.

Jeremy sighed, and checked on the other robots. They were all still in their proper place. It was just his first night, so it should be no problem. It was going to be easy.

"I wish I could go back in time so I could slap myself in the face for accepting this job…"

This was what the new night guard, Jeremy, was thinking as he looked at something rather unnerving. He was halfway through his first night as a night watchman, and even though kept telling himself the robots were probably just messing around and didn't mean any harm, he couldn't shrug off how creepy they looked, especially at night.

Toy Bonnie was now crouching near the opening that led to the right air vent, on Party Room nº2, looking at it with mild curiosity as if he was contemplating whether or not he should climb in.

Figuring it wouldn't hurt to try, Jeremy clicked on the button of the speaker he had next to his desk. "Umm… Toy Bonnie...?"

The bunny glanced at the ceiling, from which the night guard's voice was booming. One of his ears shot upright and he raised an eyebrow.

Maybe it would be best to try and appease the bunny… "Uh, Mr. Toy Bonnie, could you not go in that vent right now? Please…? You could… uh, you could damage your suit! Yeah! Y-you wouldn't want to get it all dirty and, uhh… stuff… R-right?"

For a moment, it seemed the robot was going to ignore his words entirely. But then, the bunny grinned, shrugged in fake humility and stood up. "Alright pal, I'll humor ya this time. But I won't be going easy on ya all night."

And he disappeared in the shadows of the party room.

Jeremy let out a long sigh of relief. He managed to avoid him getting to close to him, but only for a while. He wasn't too sure how long it would take for the bunny to get bored and get back at bothering him. Probably five minutes. And what did he mean "going easy" on him? What, did he think they were playing some sort of game in which the robots had to try and get in the office and he had to keep them out? That didn't sound like a fun game to him at all…

"Alright, so far so good… Let's check out the other bots…"

It had been one hour and a half, and nothing much had happened. He could tell Toy Bonnie's boredom was due to come back any second and that he wouldn't just be "chilling" at his office forever. At least so far, he was the only one Jeremy had to keep watch over.

He took a second to wind up the music box before checking on Toy Foxy. The robotic fox was lying on the floor, staring sadly at the drawings that were on the walls. Jeremy couldn't help but feel sad for the poor thing. As creepy as she was, it didn't sound fair for her to be torn apart on a daily basis just to keep the kids entertained. Sure, a robot didn't feel physical pain, but from what he had heard from Phil, they had emotions, they could be emotionally hurt. And if there was a robot that looked like she was completely broken emotionally, that would be Toy Foxy. She just didn't seem to even want to be around kids anymore. Not that he could blame her.

He cleared his throat and pressed the button of the speaker again. He had no idea why he thought that talking to the robots would make him feel any better, but in the end, it did. It made them seem more human, and less like creepy bots that haunt him in the night.

"Toy Foxy?" he called on the speaker. The fox looked up, startled, looking for the source of the noise. From what he could tell, her eyes were not lit, and she probably couldn't see a thing. "It's, uh, the night guard. The name's Jeremy. Um, are you… are you alright over there?"

The fox's ears, which were lying low, perked up a little bit and she smiled weakly, nodding. She opened her mouth in an attempt to talk, but the only sound that came out was loud static. She closed her mouth quickly and went back to mourning on the dark corner, probably thinking she had scared the guard.

"The poor thing… Can't even talk now…" Jeremy thought, almost feeling angry at the kids that picked her apart in the first place and started this whole thing.

Not wanting to feel depressed over a robot all night, he checked on Balloon Boy. The robot was in the exact same spot as before, sitting on the floor and looking at his balloons absent-mindedly. He looked bored beyond belief. Hopefully he wouldn't take a page off of Toy Bonnie's book and start bothering the guard as a way to pass time…

Jeremy stared at child-like robot for a while. Then Balloon Boy looked at the camera with the same bored look. He took out a pen from the table behind him and started writing something on the sign he held in his hands. Once he was done with writing, he turned the sign towards the camera. Jeremy adjusted his glasses so he could read what it said.

"What are you staring at me for? Go check on Toy Chica, you dweeb."

The night guard almost crushed the remote he had in his hands in the panic to change to another camera view. Sure enough, Toy Chica was no longer on the show stage next to Toy Freddy. He looked for her and found her on the main hall.

Jeremy gulped. She was missing her beak, and her eyes were black. He could have sworn she had her beak on stage… The chicken giggled and waved at the camera, as if she was mocking him. What were these robots doing…?

"Ugh why is this happening to me…?" he groaned.

Before he could wallow in self-pity any longer, he heard some weird sounds, like something banging on metal. He frowned and checked the camera views, to see if any of the robots was messing around with anything, but instead he found that Toy Bonnie had slipped inside the right air vent while he wasn't looking.

"When did that happen?!" he yelped, staring nervously at the camera.

He heard snickering coming from the vent. Of course, Toy Bonnie could now hear him, and he was obviously finding his stress to be highly amusing. Damn that stupid bunny!

He winded the music box and checked on Toy Chica. She was not near the bathrooms anymore.

"Oh no…" the night guard muttered worriedly. "Oh no, no…"

A giggle right in front of him made him shiver. He dared a slow peek over the fan he had on the desk and pointed the flashlight at the dark open hallway in front of him. Toy Chica was there, tilting her head as she grinned at him.

"Hi ~"

"GAH!"

Jeremy put on the Freddy mask so quickly he almost ripped his ears off. But he didn't care about that. That robot was right there. Right there – staring at him with those hollow eyes… He knew – kind of – that she didn't really mean him any harm, and that she was probably just playing, but he was too scared to be calm.

Toy Chica's smile faltered, and she looked confused. "Oh my, where did the night guard go?" she asked innocently, recovering her smile. "Are you a new animatronic?"

Well, that was interesting. So Phil was right – the mask did work! Even though Toy Chica had seen him, now that he was wearing a mask it seemed like she did not recognize him as a human anymore.

He had to think fast now. "Uhh… Yeah! I am, sure. My name's, um, Jerry. Yep, Jerry Fazbear."

The chicken seemed extremely happy. "Nice to meet you, Jerry! Are you supposed to be related to Freddy?"

Jeremy nodded quickly.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be happy to have himself a new sibling," Toy Chica chirped pleasantly. "Oh, by the way, I'm Chica! Look, if you see a human walking around, he's the night guard, so don't hurt him okay? We're just playing a game to see if we can catch him, but it's just for fun, you know?"

"Fun, sure, oh I'm having a lot of fun here…" Jeremy thought sarcastically.

"Who're you talking to Chica?"

The night guard froze, looking at a figure that emerged from his right from the corner of his eye. Toy Bonnie had entered the office. He stood right in front of Jeremy and bent over with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, don't think I've ever seen you here before…" he commented. "You sure look a lot like Freddy…"

"That's Jerry!" Toy Chica said promptly. "He's new!"

Toy Bonnie looked at him quizzically. "Funny, I didn't know about that. You would have thought that they'd tell us something."

"Oh, you see, I-I'm actually not going to join you on stage," Jeremy lied quickly. "I'm just supposed to, you know… Watch over the office while the night guard is, uhh, out…"

"Where is that guy anyway?" the bunny inquired, crossing his arms. "I can't believe he chose to go out for a snack just when I'm about to catch him! I was this close to win!"

"No need to be in a hurry, we can try again tomorrow," Toy Chica reasoned, turning away. "It's almost 6 AM, we should get going. Bye, Jerry, it was great to meet you!"

Jeremy waved awkwardly, while still keeping an eye on the blue bunny.

Toy Bonnie huffed and followed the chicken down the hallway, looking very annoyed over not having won the "game".

As soon as they were out of sight, Jeremy took out the mask and took in a deep breath. The damn mask was almost suffocating. And that had been way too close! But from now on, he'd have to keep up this "Jerry Fazbear" persona if he wanted to keep the robots away and not let them "win".

He looked at the watch, just in time to see it announce 6 AM. Well, he made it past the first night. If all the nights were like that, then maybe it wouldn't so bad after all! Sure, it was a bit stressful having them that close to him, but it had all worked out in the end.

What could go wrong…?