Chapter 1:
1993 wasn't a very bad time for me until I needed money. I was only 17, come to think of it, and I had good friends, and an actual future. That was until I got kicked out and lived alone for the remainder of time. And then I knew that was in the shit, 'course there would be a dead end in my world. Then I started to think of jobs. Closest one was a pizzeria, in the shit, up to a mountain, budget's a joke, and creepy as fuck robots. Bonus points with the rumors going on about that "Bite of '87", sound like another rumor that popped up. I started doing research, and sure enough I couldn't sleep for another 3 days, but I think that was just practice before everything went tumbling from there. Think of it as a "Calm Before the Storm" type of practice.
My name is Mike Schmidt, who else would you fucking except other than the institutionalized bozos who couldn't keep their mouths open, and I am one of the surviving night guards, to ever come out of that damn fucking door to hell, and smile. Now I know there are a bunch of stories with people saying they fucking befriended the robots, which is bullshit, but people still believe 'em. You wanna know why? It's a first hand experience, but when you're in that chair, and death itself is holding up the fucking ruler that your teacher from Sunday school used to hit you with, your mind kinda loses itself, ya' know?