Okay… I am basing this story off of another story with a similar concept. I will assure you right now, there will only be one common point in this story, and I swear it! Anyway, Scott Cawthon owns Five Nights at Freddy's, not me.

Prolouge

Mike and Eve

Mike sighed as he purchased the morning newspaper. He walked slowly over to the nearest park bench, gently sipping his coffee. His messy brown hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, his sky-blue eyes glued to the front page headline in front of him.

CHILD KILLER'S EXECUTION DELAYED

Sitting down on the bench, Mike flipped open the paper, his curiosity peaked after reading the headline.

Police Investigators have found evidence of a cult of murders, and said evidence points to convicted murder Vincent Kohlman being the leader of this cult. To gain time to interrogate Kohlman regarding these allegations, the man's execution has been postponed. Kohlman was convicted for the murder of four children at a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in Chicago, Illinois, on July 14th, 1985. Kohlman was working at the pizzeria as a security guard at the time, giving him knowledge of the sections of the building closed off to the public. Using a character costume, Kohlman lured five children, including his own son, to a backroom, where he violently ended the children's lives. Kohlman was arrested the next morning, using footage from the building's security cameras and testimony from the surviving child, Michael Schmidt. Kohlman was convicted, but the bodies of the remaining four children were never recovered. Months afterwards, the building was shut down due to sanitation complaints from customers who began noticing a foul odor wafting off of the animatronic characters, witnessing blood and mucus oozing from their eyes and mouths. Some patrons crafted a theory that Kohlman hid the bodies of the four children in the animatronics. When questioned about this, Fazbear Entertainment refused to comment.

Mike looked away from the story in disdain. He remembered that day all too well…

His family had gone to the pizzeria to celebrate his tenth birthday. He was playing with his older brother when that man approached them. The two of them, and three other children, followed the man to a back room… and then…

The twenty-three year old man could do nothing to stop the tears rolling down his face as he remembered the sacrifice his brother made so that he could escape. The memory after that had been long since suppressed, but it still hurt Mike whenever he was reminded about that moment. He still had nightmares of that day… watching the killer take off the head of the costume, shooting each of the children in the head until only he and his brother were left. The killer raised his pistol to aim at him…

Mike shook the memory out of his head, quickly flipping to the job listings to find some kind of distraction from the haunting memory.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Night Guard Wanted

Working Midnight to 6AM

$120.00 a week

Guard required to monitor cameras and watch and protect animatronic characters.

Mike was just about ready to tear the paper up in frustration. There was no way in Hell he was taking a job at the same fucking restaurant his brother was murdered in. He hasn't even been within a ten-meter radius of the place in thirteen years! He just couldn't bear that painful reminder…

Looking through the remaining jobs, however, it didn't look like he had much of a choice.

Sighing in defeat, Mike stood up from the bench, walking dejectedly in the direction of the pizzeria.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. A magical place for kids and adults alike… is what the owners would like you to believe. In all honesty, it has become better known as a site of numerous disasters. After the Vincent Kohlman murders, the pizzeria was closed down, only to be reopened two years later with updated animatronic designs to entice customers to forget about the murders. But the new animatronics started malfunctioning, staring creepily at the staff and adult costumers… and then there was an incident where one of the animatronics bit off a customer's frontal lobe, forcing the entire line to be scrapped in favor of the old animatronics. The establishment had to be downsized to accommodate for budget cuts.

A deep sigh could be heard behind a purple curtain in the back of the establishment, away from the show stage. This attraction had been out of order for five years… Pirate Cove was practically forgotten by the patrons.

Foxy was bored out of his mind. He wasn't allowed to leave the cove during the day, and he wouldn't be performing for the kids anytime soon. It was days like this that he wished he could just die… oh, wait, he's already dead. He's been dead for thirteen years… all of them have been dead for thirteen years.

They were Kohlman's victims… stuffed into the animatronic suits that maintained the pizzeria's reputation, their spirits inhabiting them for the rest of eternity. Forced to use the names of the animatronic characters, they stood there, singing those same ridiculous songs day in and day out for thirteen years, condemned to an eternity of putting on a façade for the little ones. Foxy was just grateful none of the toddlers were allowed within three feet of them.

His ears perked up when he heard the door open. Pensively, he peeked out from behind the curtain, Foxy noticed a tall, slender, rugged man with messy brown hair, pale-blue eyes, and a noticeable stubble beard. Something about him seemed painstakingly familiar to the pirate fox…

The man turned his head towards the cove, and Foxy quickly pulled himself back into hiding.

Mike turned his head towards Pirate Cove, suddenly overcome with the feeling that he was being… watched. He noticed something retreat behind the curtain, but couldn't get a good look at whatever it was. He remembered that his brother used to love the show held at Pirate Cove… Foxy was always his favorite…

Mike tore his gaze away from the curtain and made his way to the manager's office before he could start crying like a four-year-old.

The office was situated at the back of the building, with two short hallways leading into it. Taking a deep breath, Mike stepped inside, wanting to speak with the manager.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town…

The chief of police sat calmly at his desk, looking over the info gathered on the recently discovered cult. He sighed in irritation, wondering how it was possible for Vincent Kohlman to remain a thorn in his side, even on Death Row. He was shaken out of his thoughts when the intercom booted up.

"Sir, Officer Kohlman is here to see you," the secretary spoke.

"Send her in," the chief ordered.

"Yes, sir." Seconds after that, the door to the office opened, and in walked a beautiful policewoman, her flowing red hair falling past her shoulders, her green eyes scanning the room for anything suspicious. Evangeline "Eve" Kohlman had been on the force for five years now, and she was one of the best officers they had. Her dedication to justice was unparalleled. Perhaps this stemmed from the incident that got her father convicted in '85. She at home with her mother while her father had taken her older brother, Adam, to work with him. She was suspicious when her father came home that evening without Adam, but it wasn't until the next morning, when Vincent was arrested right in front of her, that she learned what had happened. She has hated her father ever since.

Eve stood at attention in front of the chief. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked in trepidation.

"Yes… about your recent work, Ms. Kohlman…" the chief gave her a level glance, and Eve was starting to worry that she did something wrong. "You've been doing quite a bit of work these days… and several of your colleagues have informed me that your observational skills are startling… I believe you deserve… a promotion."

Eve's eyes widened in surprise. "You're… promoting me!?"

"Indeed." The chief placed a green trench coat and a detective's badge on the desk in front of him. "You are henceforth being transfer to Criminal Affairs, Detective Kohlman."

Eve stared at the coat in surprise. With shaking hands, she reached out to lift it off of the desk… she felt so much pride at what the chief was giving her. Her work was actually starting to pay off. However… something was nagging at the back of head.

"I want to thank you for the promotion, chief," she started. "But something tells me you didn't call me in here for this alone."

"You know me too well, Kohlman." The chief slid the folder he was reading before she came in over to her. She picked the folder up and began looking through the contents. "I already have your first assignment decided…"

And there you have it. Please review.