A\N: Was up Bros? OK so here it is, after so long of hiding behind my keyboard, and reading other fanfics, I have the courage to post my FIRST story. So without further ado…
Freddy: Shut up and get on with it!
A\N: *Sigh*
Chapter 1:
"Mike! We are closing up!"
That was Chris, a sort of shy kinda fellow. He was currently tucking a worn down broom in the supply closet. He wore a light blue janitorial suit with a sticker that said,
"Hi! My name is Chris."
The name was written in cursive. Chris had Blonde hair and green eyes. His eyes were that of age due to being 42. Chris shut the closet door and breathed out as he looked around the resteraunt,
"Why do you work here Mike?"
A Black haired and blue eyed adult looked up as the last of some parents left the dreary room,
"I need money?"
Mike stuffed his hands into his pockets and sat down in a green-blue metal chair, his eyes quickly darting to the clock. Chris nodded and wiped his hands on his knees,
"Fair enough."
The resteraunt seemed to groan as a sharp bell tore through silence. A chill went up Mike's back as he watched the children's drawings slowly flap in a breeze. The resteraunt itself wasn't in good condition. Even with Chris cleaning it every night, Freddy Fazbears pizzeria had seen better days.
The once glossy black and white strips littering the walls of the hallways and floor tiles were now cracked and chipped away. Tables lined up to a stage occupied with three figures, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny and Chica the Chicken.
Mike nervously glanced behind him and saw a curtained off section of the room. In front of the curtains was a sign that said,
"Out of order."
Mike cleared his throat as Chris came over to sit across from him. Chris heaved a sigh as he sat down and wrapped a arm around the edge of the seat,
"I don't envy you."
Mike chuckled halfheartedly as Chris stared up at the animatronics.
The stage was colorfully lighted with yellow, blue, and purple. Posters were stapled to the wall behind the figures that stated,
"Let's Party!"
Chris blinked a few times before leaning back in his seat,
"How many nights have you been here?"
Mike, who'd been in space, said nervously,
"9 days…"
Chris nodded but continued to stare at each of the animatronics. Freddy was a Hazelnut brown bear with a glossy black hat and a shiny black bowtie. When he was up and moving, his voice had the slightest hint of being British and his eyes were that of deep blue. . His job was lead singer in the Fazbear gang.
Chris looked at Bonnie and frowned,
"Is Bonnie a boy or a girl?"
Mike glanced up from his clasped hands and squinted. Bonnie was a deep velvet with a slight tint of purple on HIS under belly. Mike shrugged and sniffed as he again looked at the clock,
"Seems like he is a dude…"
Bonnie held a red and white V guitar at the ready. It always seemed as if he were about to play it. Bonnie's light red eyes were trained forward, temporarily at a wall.
Finally Chris then gazed at Chica. Her suit was stained with various sauces and pizza toppings. She was a deep yellow with adverting pink eyes. She held in her feathers, an odd looking cupcake. Mike shivered again under the gaze of that cupcake.
For 9 days that cupcake sat in his tiny office, creepily staring at him. And for 9 nights 5 animatronics haunted him for reasons unknown. Mike held his temple as a wave of nausea came over him sending chilling thoughts of darkness and death, even catching a glimpse of a yellow version of Freddy. Mike cringed visibly as the picture of Golden Freddy passed. It only happened to him twice did Golden Freddy appear in his office.
Once as he carelessly looked at his poster on his 1st night and again as he tried to escape early. Both times he nearly fainted due to the amount of stress that this job gave him.
Mike thought back to the day when the fat bastard gave him this job without question.
"You're Hired!"
He said.
"It's Easy!"
He said.
Mike snorted and stared at Chris as he groaned from standing up. Chris cracked his back and sighed,
"I'll see you in the morning Mike."
Mike nodded and close his eyes for a moment. He heard the doors to the entrance open and close. No sooner did they do that, a soft him was heard. Mike opened his eyes to inky blackness.
Time Skip: In The Office, 11:55
Mike buttoned the last button on his Purple shirt and breathed deeply through his nose as he pinned on his yellow badge. He ruffled his close cropped hair as he plopped down in a dark black leather chair. Mike groaned and leaned on one side to dig out a grey tablet that he'd accidentally sat on.
He dusted it off and patted the screen. At once a red light come on the side indicating the power, then a green light making the screen pop on. He quickly flipped through the camera angles, from the desolate kitchen to the main hall were all the animatronics faces were close up.
Mike glanced at the top left corner of the tablet and saw that it was 11:58.
'Almost Time…'
He thought darkly. A faint red glow shimmered around the dusty room, barely illuminating Mike's scared expression. Again, that fucking cupcake, as Mike glared up, was on one of the t.v. consoles staring at Mike as if it were waiting for something.
With a quick flick of his wrist, the cupcake faced the opposite direction. Mike smirked and checked his left then right. Two heavy iron doors blockaded him on both sides to either keep Make in…. Or prevent him from getting out. A red switch on the bottom said, 'Door,' while a white switch on the top said, 'Light.'
Mike tested out both buttons, satisfied that when the light illuminated the pitch black hallway and as the door came down with a clang. On the tablet screen, the bars had gone up to three because of the power he'd been using. Mike quickly turned the light off and made the door come up.
Then another bell resounded through the empty resteraunt.
Mike looked down at the tablet, not surprised that Bonnie and Chica had already began their assault on Mike's position. I guess you could say that Mike was indeed playing hide and seek. Except when the animatronics find him, he would undoubtedly be stuffed into a metal filled suit.
There was no phone call for him tonight due to his overstay at that retched place. Apparently Fazbear A.K.A, , the owner of this place, was actually surprised knowing that one of his employee's had survived more than 5 nights plus overtime. So, with the fact that Phone Guy(that's what Mike called the man on the phone) had disappeared on his fourth night call, Mike stopped receiving messages from him.
Instead he received tapes that played a message stating, The Joy of Creation.
Which was super fucking creepy.
Mike glanced at the tiny clock and saw that it was only 12:02 and already Chica was in the kitchen rattling together pots and pans. Soft padded footsteps resounded in Mikes ears causing his hand to automatically fly toward the left hallway light.
There standing, was Bonnie grinning. His snout barely protruding into the doorway. Mike slammed his palm on the door switch and breathed as the door cut away him and the demonic furry. Mike leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead as Bonnie appeared at the door window.
It spoke in a slight southern accent,
"Tonights your last night Mike."
Mike glared at the bunny and scoffed in retaliation,
"Yeah after tonight, I quit."
The bunny chortled and bounced off. Mike opened the door and looked back down at the tablet.
His stomach immediately dropped.
Freddy was gone. Normally he would let out one of his famous laughs and alert Mike to his presence. In a horrifying fit, Mike flipped through every single camera, not being able to find the bear. Mike clicked the right door light and saw Chica sitting in the window frame with a wry smile. Her voice sounded that of a over zealous cheerleader,
"Whats the matter Mikey? Can't find Freddy?"
Mike closed the right door and started to sweat,
"Go away Chica, I am kinda busy…"
Weird that he was talking to a robot? Hardly. If someone had walked up to Mike a week ago and said
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
He would have laughed and walked away. But after seeing this job, he would have to bring a bag full of underpants.
So, Chica shrugged and walked away oh so fucking casually. Mike held his head and used one finger to flip through the various camera angles. He stopped however, on the backstage camera.
It was a rather small room, containing various heads and a propped up endo skeleton. But… a small wooden hinge on the grey floor hung open. If Mike squinted he could barely see a small yellow triangle inside saying,
"Genera-"
A large clang was heard as it slowly echoed in the resteraunt. It reached Mike's ears a fraction to late, and the whole room plunged into darkness.
Mike's eye twitched inadvertently with malice as the realization struck him like lightning.
"They turned off the power…."
Mike whispered slowly to himself until he roared,
"THEY CHEATED!"
Mike shot up and flipped his chair causing it to spill back into the corner with a crash. He then threw the tablet down forcefully causing that to burst into tiny pieces.
Mike afterwards looked to his left as a familiar jingle came alive. There standing peacefully was Freddy. His arm was supporting his fat ass on the doorway. Every few seconds his face would flash in the dim lit room. The red light had slowly grown to grey and finally when the Jingle stopped, the lightbulb popped.
Mike was hung in the dark for a fraction of a second. No 6 O'Clock bell was going to save him. No magical fairy was was going to bippity boopity boo his shit outta there.
No, it was the end.
Some say your life flashes before your eyes as you die. But in Mikes case, it was the whites of Freddy's eyes as he lunged at Mike.
Mike barely had time to react as Freddy crashed where Mike had been standing moments before. He'd hastily ran out the right door and into the hallway in a mad dash for escape.
Chica was at the end of the hallway hands held out like a professional football player. Mike took a running start and slid under her legs just as she groped for him. This caused her whole body mass to tip over and fall into the ground. Mike laughed like a schoolgirl, holding his sides as he entered the main hall.
Bonnie poked his head out from the backstage door and grinned wildly,
"Don't Run Mike."
Mike dashed for the Front doors as Boonie casually walked down the wooden steps of the stage. Mike jiggled the front doors forcefully and growled in anger as to they wouldn't budge. His eyes, however lit up when he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out!...
A huge chain full of keys.
Great
Mike glanced behind him to see Chica regaining her balance and Bonnie slowly advancing. Mike jiggled the doors more forcefully and as they wouldn't open, kicked them.
He instantly regretted doing so.
Mike dropped his keys and ducked into the other hallway making his way to his office.
He glanced behind his shoulder and saw Bonnie and Chica guarding the exit. Wait a minute… Freddy… Bonnie…Chica…. Where was…
SHUNK
It all happened so fast, Mike blinked only after he had been impaled. He looked down to see a broken and torn arm jutting into his stomach and out of his back. A steady pitter patter let Mike know he was losing blood. He followed the arm up to a crimson red fox. Mike sputtered a mixture of blood and mucus as he pronounced the name,
"Fo…xy.."
Foxy the Pirate Fox. Located in pirates cove. The curtained off section of the main hall. Out of order due to his malfunction in '87. Mike had disdained the fact of keeping an eye out for him. Its yellow gaze trained on him in sorrow as Mike gripped the arm with red hands.
Foxy yanked his arm out causing a sickening spatter of god knows what to spill out on the floor. Foxy caught Mike just as he slipped to the floor and slung him over his shoulder. His voice was filled with a garbled pirate like static,
"Come on lad, lets go."
Mike gasped as he bounced up and down in the darkened hallway. Just before thy rounded the corner, Mike caught a glimpse of a golden figure leaning out of his office doorway.
Freddy stood waiting patiently by the doorway tapping his foot to an imaginary beat and humming his favorite tune. Foxy gracefully leapt up onto the stage and presented Mike,
"ere e' be."
Chica and Bonnie stayed behind Foxy as Freddy grabbed the limp night guard and set him on the wooden table. Freddy grasped the table with his hands and smiled,
"Bring the suit."
Many times they have done this, stuffing the night guard, but this one, Michael Schmidt, was very different. This night guard had left Freddy and the gang outsmarted and dumbstruck.
Freddy grinned as the night guards eyes rolled, so what if they had cheated.
Mike was propped up into a empty portion of a Freddy suit. Blood had already began to seep into the hazel suit causing it to be a deep crimson. Freddy carefully hovered the first part of the suit as Bonnie and Foxy held Mike. Freddy then shoved the leg piece, piercing bone and severing connection to his foot.
Mike jostled in his position letting out an audible scream.
Freddy did the same with the other leg. Next came the arms, all the while Mike was unable to move or yell out. No feeling came from his arms or legs as Freddy struggled to squeeze on the chest piece. The satisfying sound of breaking bones and tearing sinew reached Mikes defining ears.
Soon it was hard to breathe as Mike choked on his own blood and spit. Just as he saw the goddamned light, Bonnie slapped Mike's cheek, bobbing his head side to side.
"Oh no you don't, not yet."
Freddy wiped his forehead as if he had been been sweating. Chica then produced the foremost and final piece of the suit. Foxy lifted Mikes head and smiled,
"Almost done lad."
Mike gulped what he could as his liquids seeped through the holes in his neck. Freddy put the bottom half of he mask on Mike's head then hovered the front piece above his face.
Without warning, he slammed it down, causing Mike to gag. Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all stepped to where Chica was and gazed as Mike's chest breathing became still and shallow.
Within a minute, a pop was heard and Mike slumped on the table.
Silence filled the room as the animatronics looked at each other. Freddy then breathed out, looking for some cleaning supplies,
"Now we wait."
The next part, cleaning up Mike.
-BOOM. 2614 words! I am so proud of myself. But I really do feel bad for Mike….
Mike: Ohhh I am here to haunt you!
*Runs away screaming*
Mike: Please if you wanna see (hopefully) what happens next, by all means rate and review.
*Peeks out from behind sofa*
A\N: No flames! I need helpful reviews for what is to come of poor Ol Mike. Oh and just t' shout out to the people who liked this story or rather like FNAF, then you will definitely like Kudleyfans Rebirth story OR F-ckthesytem's, Five Nights at Freddi's!