First off I want to apologise for the shoddy quality of the publication software (and more specifically grammar issues that may arise) I wrote this in notepad because i'm too skint at the moment to buy MS word. It's also my first shot at a fanfic so please be constructively critical and not a sheer dickhead.

Chapter 1:
~The following story takes place in Cedar City UTAH between 1987 and 1991~

Mike was almost gliding mid air as he lost control of his bicycle, he just about withstood the landing, skidding on the pavement around a hundred thirty five degrees to look up the hill at Jeremy. Jeremy ran down, almost falling too and sweating heavily in the desert sun, tripping over a shoelace and falling head first into a lamp post, rubbing his head as he sat up.
"ahh fuck that hurt" Jeremy exclaimed while Mike laughed himself onto the pavement and put his bike down. "It looked like it did dude" he still chuckled whilst Jeremy shot him a look of anger.

Mike was 17, a teenage boy with no specific features to set him aside from any other teen. He had black hair that was clean cut with small tufts sticking off the front and a beard developing on his chin. Jeremy was a couple years older,
19 to be precise. With long blonde locks of hair and characterized by an array of scars left by severe acne that he had when he was younger.

Mike stood up and helped Jeremy up "so had any luck with a job yet?" Jeremy shook his head. "Nah buddy, lets get going then,
cafe 55?" Cafe 55 was a diner popular with the teens, especially greasers like Mike and Jeremy (A/N yeah greasers, i'm a greaser, sue me!) Mike nodded sagely and walked alongside his friend pushing his bike. Jeremy looked to the right to see an excavator pull out of a construction site site. "Oh yeah my sister really wants to go there when it opens" Mike frowned pointing at the nearly completed building. "What is it?" Jeremy asked. "Oh some Chuck E. Cheese knockoff, you know them places are huge at the moment" he smirked "I'll be the one who has to take her there as well i'll bet... Jem?" Mike waved his hands in front of Jeremy who had paused watching the building.
He then snapped out of the trance and looked to Mike "yeah... reckon they'll be hiring?" Mike laughed "course they will!
But you must be a total sellout to want to work there." Jeremy shook his head "if there is money to be made i'll work for it." Mike patted him on the back. "Good for you, now lets go get some shakes. Jeremy nodded realizing how thirsty he was and walking alongside Mike towards town.

The two teens sat parallel to one another and sipped at their drinks conversing idly. "So what you gonna major?" Mike asked inquisitively. Jeremy smirked "I'm going to a police academy i'm not majoring or minoring anything!" He laughed. Jem then changed the topic as he slid a newspaper across, pointing to one specific ad and asking Mike for his opinion. "Should I apply?
Mike skimmed over the ad reading aloud "Freddy Fazbears Pizza... Night watchmen... hundred dollars fifty cents... heh."
"What you laughing about, it pays, its easy." Jeremy frowned taking the newspaper and tearing out the number. I'll go give them a call now." He stood up and walked across the diner to a payphone by the gunslinger machine. He coughed a little punching the numbers in and holding the headset up. A lady answered "Hello Freddy Fazbears pizza how can i help you today?"
She seemed a bit overly enthusiastic but it didn't matter. "Yeah hey i'm calling about the placement for the night watchmen?"
She spoke calmly "i'm sorry but that position has been filled already. Would you like me to take your number though it does 'rotate' a lot." Jeremy didn't like the way she emphasized "rotate". Jeremy shuddered and then spoke "yes please its 2832854."
He heard her jotting down the number and then speak again "okay we will ring you if the position opens, thanks for inquiring."
the phone hung up and Jeremy tutted. "rude" he muttered to himself as he hung up the phone and walked back over to Mike.
"Jobs taken but they got my number anyway." Mike nodded sagely. "Cool." he leaves a tip and stands up. "Right I have to move buddy, see you around yeah?" Jeremy nodded "Yeah man see you." Mike left and Jeremy took his time to finish his shake.

Mike stepped inside of the front door met by the chaotic screeches of his sister, the yelps of the dog trying to get out of the kitchen to see him and the TV turned up to full blast. He chuckled softly "good to be home" he muttered before heading upstairs, or at least halfway up them before his mother stopped him. "Mikey I need a favor of you." He rolled his eyes and turned to her with a fake smile "Yes mother dearest?" She frowned at him "don't be a sarky little bastard, look next week that pizza place is opening and Cheyenne wants to go. I'm busy all of that week so can you maybe take her?" He smirked a little, knowing he had no choice. "Yeah okay mom." She smiled and hugged him. "Thanks honey, you know how bad she wants to go." He nods and sighs. "Yeah mom can i go upstairs?" She nodded and let go of him as he padded up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, falling back on the bed and reaching over to his walkman. He lay there listening to his music for what must have been an eternity before finally drifting off to sleep.

Mike found himself running from a noise behind him, the noise of clanging and scraping metal. He looked back but could only see a set of yellow eyes staring through him. He shuddered and suddenly found himself unable to move as the eyes followed him and a cold invisible hand pushed him over and pinned him down. Mike shut his eyes praying to wake up from the nightmare. A cold metallic voice spoke to him just before he woke...
"Y-Y-Your'e not following t-the rules!"

Mike jumped out of his skin, screaming harder than he had ever done so in his life. His mother ran into the room like a stampeding gazelle,sheer panic on her face. "Mike you stupid kid I thought someone was stabbing you to death the way you were screaming!" She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed, predominantly due to shock. Mike also cried for the first time in several years, still shivering and unable to get those words out of his head. He muttered them once.
"you're not following the rules..." saying them sent shivers down his spine and his mother stared at him completely dumbfounded by those words and their meaning.
"Mike, what are you on about?" He shook his head to show he didn't know, nor wanted to talk about it. She kissed his cheek and stood up. "If you have a problem you an always tell me honey, you know that" she shut the door and muttered through it calmly. "g'night." Mike lay back on the bed, the phrase playing over and over in his head. Normally it wouldn't bother him at all but there was something different about this nightmare, like it was a forewarning; a not-so-calm before the storm...
He had no idea how right he was.