Hello fanfictioners, Pinklover95 here and welcome to the new story! In this story, you guys get to chose the events that happen, and you guys get to chose your fate. Please enjoy!

You walked through the doors of Freddy Fazbears Pizza. You look at each animatronic that stared at you as you went past them. Why did you sign yourself up to the job anyway? You needed the money for college, since your parents weren't giving you any, you signed up to get yourself a job. Why at this spooky pizzeria? You had no clue. The only thing you knew is that you were going to be working for five nights, but you had no idea what was coming your way.

You walked into the security office, which seemed quite a small space. There were three desks, one that had your name on it, and two other desks with the names Mike Schmidt and Jeremy Fitzgerald labeled on golden badges. You sat down at the desk which had your badge on it. As you sat down you investigated the office, noticing a small cupkace on a shelf. You thought that was kinda gross, it probably was old and yucky.

You looked through the papers that seemed to never end on your desk. A particular article caught your eye. As you read the article, the bold letters at the top indicated that something terrible happened. And the bold words said "Freddy Fazbears Pizza is to be closed at years end". You were working at a restaurant that could probably kill you! You had no clue of that yet, as you had no clue what was going to happen.

As numerous thoughts filled your mind, you were interrupted by the sounds of footsteps. You looked put the door way, and two security guards, who you believe were Mike and Jeremy, were walking towards the office. Maybe they knew what this place was all about. Maybe you should talk to them, find out information about this forsaken pizzeria. What choice did you have anyway? The job was probably going to get boring during the night, so you might as well get to know them. They walked in, sat at their own desks and picked up their tablets. You looked for your tablet, and found it about three inches deep under the mess on your desk.