(A/N Five Nights At Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon, I do not own any of this, as it is only a story I have created.)
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Mike woke up to the sound of his screeching alarm clock, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and shuts the infernal thing off. He takes a look around his small apartment; it was not that fancy, only having one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a small living room with an old t.v. The wallpaper was starting to chip off, showing the pale yellow plaster underneath.
As Mike was walking to the kitchen to get some breakfast, he spies a newspaper sitting underneath the mail slot on his door.
"I'll look for a job after I eat." Mike thought. As he was pouring himself a bowl of stale Corn Flakes he thought of how he ended up here.
Mike was born into a poor family, barely keeping above the poverty line. His father always worked late, and would usually return home drunk. He was lucky his father wasn't abusive when he was inebriated, because his mother didn't need any more stress in her life. Since the majority of the money was being spent on alcohol, his mother had to work two jobs, while still raising Mike. She was often tired and overworked, but she made sure to never forget about her son. For his birthday, she would take him to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, where he had the time of his life. He would sing along with the songs about pizza, and if he was lucky, he would be able to hear a story or two from Foxy. It went on like this for the first few years of his life, until his mother got a promotion and a pay raise in one of her jobs, allowing her to quit her other one and spend more time with Mike. In his teen years he had taken up a job at a local fast food joint, only making minimum wage. He was happy for most of his life, until shortly after he graduated high-school.
With his parents out for their anniversary, Mike was at home, talking on the phone with a friend of his, talking about how much he missed hanging out with them when he noticed the flashing lights of a police car. "I'll call you back." he said, cutting off his friend.
He heard a knock on the door, and answering it saw two police officers, with solemn looks on their faces. "What can I do for you, officers?" Mike asked, a little nervous. "Is something wrong?"
The cop on the left, looking to be in his mid to late forties, with the graying mustache, and short, gray hair, only replied by asking "Can we come in?" Mike answered quickly, not wanting to be rude, and gestured for them to take a seat.
"Are you Mike Schmidt?" the officer asked, once he was comfortable.
Mike answered, asking worriedly "Did something happen?"
The officer replied, "I'm afraid so, there's been an accident."
Mike was starting to fear the worst. He asked slowly, trying to hold his composure, "Are my parents okay?" The officer only looked down, and said softly "A drunk driver hit your parents' car, the driver survived, but…" he trailed off. "They're dead aren't they?" Mike asked, beginning to get a feeling of dread.
The officer said, looking shaken, "I'm so sorry, there was nothing we could do, they both died at the scene, your mother, she died in my arms."
Hearing this, Mike's heart sank, and his mind went into a state of shock. The only thought to cross his mind was "They're gone…" He never noticed when the officers left, not even when the lights disappeared into the night. He went to bed, still in a shocked state.
It didn't hit him until the next morning, after he woke up. As he lied in bed he remembered what happened the night before.
"I can't believe they're gone…" he thought. He spent the next few hours in bed, mourning the loss of his parents. He only got up when his stomach told him he needed to eat something.
He ate what was left over from the dinner his mother made before; Spaghetti.
"This is the last time I'll be able to eat my mother's food… I better eat slow."
He finished his food, putting the plate in the sink, letting out a loud sigh as he did.
Unsure of what to do, he went back to bed, with his grief starting to get a hold of him. All he did that day was lie in bed, remembering his parents, and the fact that he will never be able to see them again, to talk to them again.
A couple weeks later at their funeral, the only ones who were there were his friends, and his mother's coworkers, all supporting the grief-stricken teen. While the caskets were lowered, the priest began his speech:
"Here lies Jack and Lisa Schmidt." He started. "Jack was a loving father, and a caring individual, but not without his faults, he worked at a small law firm, he was not the kindest man, but nevertheless, he loved his son. Lisa was a hard-working mother, who always put others before herself, and always made time for her family. These two individuals were the parents of a loving, caring young man, who should never have suffered this kind of tragedy. We remember them for always loving their son, putting others' needs before their own, and never wronging anyone. We commit these bodies to the Earth. May their souls find eternal happiness with our lord, and watch over their son, guiding him in his times of need. Amen." He finished.
"Amen" everyone repeated, looking wistfully at the ground, remembering how caring they always were.
"Would Michael Schmidt come up to say a few words, before we put these two to rest?"
Mike hearing the priest calling him forward, walked to the caskets, and started to sob, before saying, "My life will never be the same without you. I have always loved you both, and I will never forget you. I will always remember the good times we had together, and I will cherish these memories forever."
When he finished, he started to shed tears, before thanking the priest for his time, and left before his parents could be buried.
Mike went home, and started letting out the tears that never showed during the funeral. He finally went to bed, around 3 O'Clock in the morning, having cried himself to sleep.
Overcome with grief, Mike quit his job, and lived at home for the next few years. When his savings his parents left him were empty, he sold the house, along with everything of any value inside, and moved into the apartment he lives in today.
Now in his mid-twenties, he made a sour face while chewing on an especially stale piece of cereal while glancing back to the newspaper, thinking about the kind of job he might find.
He finished his breakfast, putting the bowl and spoon in the sink, and the milk back in the fridge. He walks over to the door, stretching his legs as he did so.
He leans over, and picks up the newspaper, hearing his back pop as he does so.
Mike then flips open the paper, while taking a seat on his worn out couch.
Looking in the classifieds section he sees ads for hair products, power tools, and some food coupons, but not finding anything worth his time, he sighs disheartedly.
"I knew there wasn't any need for someone like me in the workforce." He says.
Half-heartedly, he turns the page, knowing that there usually wasn't an ad for jobs there. What surprised him, however was the full-page, colored ad for a job.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Night Guard Wanted!
Hours: 12 AM to 6 AM
Call for more information
When he saw this, Mike dialed the phone number on the ad, and after it rang a few times, it was answered by someone who sounded like they were in their teens.
"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" The person started. "Are you reserving a party?" They asked.
Mike answered, almost stuttering, "Actually, I'm calling to apply for the Night Guard position." After he said this, he heard some muffled voices on the other line, but couldn't tell what they were saying.
After a few seconds, the other person said "Come in for your interview at five."
After saying this, he hung up, allowing Mike to get ready for the day.
Mike, seeing the time, knew he had a few hours to kill, since it was only a ten minute walk from his apartment to the pizzeria. He took a shower, and put on a fresh change of clothes, making sure he looked decent enough for the interview.
After watching t.v. for a few hours, he started walking toward the pizzeria. The outside of the pizzeria was outdated, with the once bright yellow paint being pale, the sign had rust all over it, with the colors hardly distinguishable from each other. When he got inside, the place was packed with screaming children, and distracted parents, talking amongst themselves. Mike walked toward an employee, and asked where the manager's office was. After hearing this, the employee told Mike to follow him, and after roughly a minute of walking past groups of children, and a few party rooms, they made it to the manager's office. Thanking the employee, he knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, he heard the person inside yell "Come in!"
Walking inside, Mike could see that the office was in a state of controlled chaos. There were papers strewn about in piles just about everywhere he looked, the only spot being devoid of paper was the chair he was gestured to sit in, and the spot in front of the manager.
As he was taking his seat, the manager says "I hear that you're applying for the night guard position, so tell me, why are you interested in this position mr…"
"Schmidt." Mike replied. "I need the money so I can afford the rent for my apartment."
"Well then, how does five-hundred a week sound?" The manager asks.
"That sounds amazing!" Mike said, surprised. "I honestly wasn't expecting that much from this kind of job."
"Well then, welcome aboard Mr. Schmidt!" The manager said. "Just be here around eleven so I can give you the grand tour."
"Thank you." Mike said, still in a daze. "I'll be here."
After signing the contract, Mike went home, excited that he got the job.
Later that night, when he came back to the pizzeria, he was greeted at the doors by the manager. "Welcome Mr. Schmidt! If you could kindly follow me, I will start the tour now." Mike replies, "Thank you, sir."
The manager says, turning around "You don't have to call me sir, so just call me Phil."
"Okay then, Phil." Mike says
"We'll start the tour with the stage." He says, gesturing for Mike to follow.
As they reach the stage, Phil says "These are our main attractions here at the pizzeria." While pointing at the animatronics on the stage.
On the left side of the stage, there was a purple rabbit holding an electric guitar. The rabbit had long ears that drooped forward, and a round face, with red to accentuate the cheeks. She had long, slender legs that widened around the hips, with a cotton-ball tail. She had a flat, toned stomach, with a nice hourglass figure accentuating her breasts.
On the right, was a yellow chicken animatronic, behind a keyboard. She had the same type of figure as the rabbit animatronic, just having her assets slightly larger, not having long ears, and her legs ended with chicken's feet. She was wearing a bib that said "Let's Eat!" on it.
"Why in the world do they have breasts?!" Mike thought. "This is a children's restaurant!"
He looked toward the middle of the stage, seeing that the last animatronic was a brown bear. He stood at least eight feet tall, not including the top hat, and was holding a microphone in his right hand, telling Mike that he was the lead singer of the three. He was wider than the other animatronics, meaning he was a lot heavier too.
Pointing toward the rabbit animatronic, Phil said "On the left here, we have Bonny the Bunny, on the right Chica the Chicken, and in the middle, the star of the show, Freddy Fazbear!"
After hearing the names of the animatronics, Mike realised that he had excluded one, "Wasn't there a fourth one, a fox, if I remember correctly." he said.
Phil once hearing this took on a solemn look. "You mean Foxy, right?" Phil asked. Mike shook his head to this, giving Phil his answer. "She used to perform like the others, but we had to put her into storage after the incident."
"What incident?" Mike asked.
"Back in '87, something happened with Foxy, and well, she bit a kid, no more than eight, on the head, killing her." He said, with a sad look in his eye. "The public wouldn't put that story to rest, so to save what little reputation the restaurant had, they deactivated Foxy, and put her in storage."
"Th-That's terrible!" Mike said, amazed at what he had just heard.
Phil's only response was a nod of the head. He then composed himself, and said "Well, I better show you where you will be working." He turned around, and started walking toward the back of the restaurant.
Mike was going to follow, but he thought he saw one of the animatronics glance at him. "I must be seeing things." He thought, before turning and running to catch up with Phil.
After catching up with Phil, Mike considered asking where they were going, but saw a large doorway on his right, answering his question. Following Phil inside, he takes a look around; the office was small, and a little cramped, there was a large steel desk sitting on one side of the office, with a small desk fan on it, blowing cool air on Mike. He also saw what appears to be a large tablet on the desk, turned off, a large, black phone, and a small poster, showing the animatronics on the stage, with the words "Let's Party!" printed in rainbow colors.
Turning around, Phil said "Welcome to your new office, from here you watch the cameras set up throughout the pizzeria, and if you need to stop someone from getting in the office, we have these doors here." He said while pressing a button on the wall, causing a large steel door to slam down to the ground with a large "BOOM!" as it did so, startling Mike.
Looking at his watch, Phil had a panicked look on his face, and said, "Well that concludes our tour, just stay here, look at the cameras, and I recording will take care of the rest." Seeing the look on his bosses face, Mike asks "Is everything alright?"
Answering quickly while leaving, Phil replies, "Yes, everything's fine!" before promptly starting to run down the hall, toward the exit.
After his boss left, Mike saw a key attached to a keyring sitting on the desk. "He must have left that for me." Mike thought.
Mike saw a grey rolling chair in the corner, and moved it toward the desk. "I would hate having to stand up all night." he thought, smirking.
Sitting in the chair, Mike goes to pick up the tablet, which makes him jump by turning on the moment he touches it.
As Mike flips through the different cameras, he watches as his boss goes out the front door, locking it, then start walking toward his car.
Mike notices the large clock on the wall, looking at the time, he sees that it's about to switch over to midnight.
Right as it does, he hears what sounds like a generator dying down, and notices that the lights in the building have all turned off.
"What's going on here?" Mike thought out loud, to nobody in particular.