He kicked the machine hard and cursed. It didn't budge. He yanked roughly on a wire. It didn't move. He even hit it hard with the tablet. The fan just gave an annoyed buzz and kept on whirring.

Mike sat down on his office chair and spun around lazily, groaning loudly like Chica after a nightly binge. The fan hummed defiantly, the only sighs of Mike's struggles being a small dent on its cage.

It was a quarter after midnight on the first day of his third week. As always it would be a quiet start, after the first week everything had become a bit easier. Either he was just getting that good or the animatronics were taking it easy on him. Both could be highly likely.

Mike leaned back and propped his feet up on the desk, taking a look at the tablet. Bonnie, Chica and Freddy hadn't moved and Foxy was safely behind his curtain. The only sound was the damn fan buzzing and the occasional sparking noise coming from the light bulb.

Outside Foxy started singing softly, his dum dum deedums were the only sounds for a while and it made the hair on the back of Mike's neck stand on end, even if the machine wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Deciding to take is mind off the eerie atmosphere Mike went back to tugging at the fan, trying to get it off without pinching his fingers with the blades. The button the turned the thing on and off had long been stuck down with gum or something and the plug was trapped behind the desk that looked like it had been welded to the ground. So far the only solution he could think of was to pull it off the desk and maybe find a way to snip the cord or anything just to get it to turn off.

Thirty minutes later Mike gave up and checked the cameras. Nobody had moved and it would probably stay that way until 3am, since it was the "first night" and all.

The fan gave a choking noise and he looked up hopefully; maybe his actions had finally succeeded and that was its dying squeal, but no such luck. It continued and Mike kicked the desk hard in frustration.

Something clicked and a drawer popped open, spitting out a cloud of dust that the fan promptly blew into Mike's face. Mike coughed and rubbed his eyes, waving the tablet in front of his face to clear the dust. It didn't take long to settle down and he quickly checked the cameras to make sure he had time to do some exploring. He did, the animatronics were doing their best impressions of furniture and collecting spider webs.

Mike slid off his chair and stood over the desk, staring down suspiciously at the drawer. It looked like it had been closed for a long time, dust that hadn't been sent flying was stuck in the corners and around the objects within. An old spiral bound notebook, several pens, pencils of varying lengths with chewed erasers and small pieces of paper with tiny writing scrawled across them…. Mike tentatively reached his hand deeper into the drawer, half expecting his fingers to meet a pissed off spider.

Down the hall a loud crash echoed and Mike jumped back and closed both doors in a panic, staring out of each of the little windows respectively. He checked the cameras quickly and sighed, Bonnie had knocked over a chair in the party room; no doubt something Mike would get blamed for. He opened both doors to conserve power and leaned back, folding his arms. Once the adrenaline went back down to a reasonable level, Mike got back up and quickly reached into the drawer, pulling out what he thought he had seen despite the dim lighting.

Several tapes covered in dust rested in his hand. God knew how long they had been in there; obviously nobody had thought to take them out. They looked like they could fit into the player, the one that had played the Phone Guy's messages during his first week. Mike wrinkled his nose, while PG had been a welcome distraction, his untimely end had been more than a little unnerving. Mike still had nightmares of that call. The thrill of discovery felt a little dampened; he rested the tapes on the desk and watched the cameras quietly.

Around 4am a clattering sound from the kitchen woke Mike up. He flailed around a bit, patting around sleepily for the tablet and checked the cameras, heart pounding. This was one job where falling asleep could get you more than simply punished. Luckily it was just Chica in the kitchen, closer than he would have liked, but it was bearable. Bonnie on the other hand….. He found the possessed rabbit at the end of the hall, standing there silently and looking creepy as fuck. Mike peeked his head out the door to get a better look at the robot. It didn't acknowledge him any more than it did any other night in which he had tried that tactic. Mike ducked back into the office and stuck his middle finger out the door instead. This didn't draw a response either.

Mike checked on Foxy real quick and found that at least someone was content with staying still; Freddy was doing good as well, though that just made him suspicious. Like the bear was planning on something or whatever.

Mike scooted his chair forward and examined the tapes again. They were all labeled in the same tiny hand writing as the notes were, the only things he could clearly make out were the numbers on each tape. Absently he turned on the hall lights, mostly out of habit. Bonnie gave a loud mechanical grinding noise as it came to a stop in the doorway. Mike yelped loudly and slammed the door shut, making a hysterical whimpering noise that he kept forgetting was possible for him to make. The animatronic stayed there and stared for a while, while Mike checked the other door, just in case Chica decided to join the party, but she was already back in the party room. He sighed, relived at least a little by that and checked the window. Bonnie had moved back down the hall. Mike opened and carefully peeked out, just in case. The machine was already turning the corner and seemed to have found something interesting in the party room as well. Mike checked the cameras and found them both standing around the chair, almost mournfully. He would never understand those things.

Shaking his head, Mike looked back at the tapes and picked the one with the number one on it. Maybe a little company wouldn't be that bad, even with the touch of irony it would no doubt bring, the man that told the new guards how to survive, dying by the hands/paws of the things he seemed to know so much about…. Number one seemed as good of a place to start as any, he guessed.

"Hello, hello?"

The sound of the familiar voice was eerie, especially so much later in the night than usual. Mike had already guessed what would be on the tapes, he sighed and went to turn it off, no use listening to the same thing over if he knew how it would end.

"Uh is this thing on? Oh fudge."

That was new. Mike paused and listened.

"Oh wait it is on *sigh* third take doing that I swear…." A pause. "Well never mind that, welcome to fenndy nasbear- oh BUGGER."

Mike jumped slightly at the exclamation and compulsively checked the door lights and cameras, but everything was the same as before.

"This is the last time I let myself get suckered into this….. Okay listen new kid, I swear, if anyone says to you 'hey! New kid! Do this quick and easy job! Just read this paper and sound happy at this recording thing and I'll owe you one!' don't do it! Honestly not worth it." The phone guy made an annoyed sound which made the microphone crackle.

He continued to mumble through the rest of the Freddy Fazbear welcome, sounding a little frustrated. Then there was a rustling noise and a creak from the other side of the mic, the phone guy let out a small squeal and a loud thunk echoed through.

"Stupid rabbit." He grunted, then louder. "Go bug somebody else! I hear Foxy said your ears look fat, go give him a piece of your mind! Shoo!"

Mike chuckled quietly and peeked down the hall at his own Bonnie trouble. Nobody was there. He checked the camera, snickering to himself as Phone Guy rambled for the next few moments about how wild Bonnie was getting and how "It's honestly not like him."

There was a sound of the doors opening and a sigh of relief. "You know it kinda nice having this thing on," a loud thumping noise came from the mic as it was tapped, "very…. Huh, I can't remember the word. Well anyway, I'm probably not gonna be allowed to play this, but maybe I'll leave it around or something. Good luck! *click*"

Mike leaned back in his chair, suddenly a bit melancholy. He wasn't sure if he wanted to listen to the lost tapes, he had already lost his one hope of someone who understood this place once- getting attached again knowing what would happen….. He pushed the tapes back into the drawer and shut it, turning away to look out one of the doors, he didn't really feel as comfortable with the animatronics anymore.

Outside he heard Foxy start his song again, Mike couldn't tell if it was just him or if the song sounded sadder than before.