Note 1: Hello guys, and welcome to my very first FNAF fanfic! I know it's quite short, but cut me some slack. Anyways, I want to clarify some things:
1) Bonnie IS a male.

2) The animatronics are not haunted or anything; I dislike the thought of it.

3) Golden Freddy WILL MAYBE appear once, but no more most likely.

It's been three weeks after Mike's been hired at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria: and indeed, the first one was one of the creepiest weeks he's ever experienced. Though, he did get used to it, and didn't get scared THAT much anymore, but it was still quite creepy. For him, at least.

Mike actually started to 'communicate' with the animatronics via gestures when they were hanging by the halls; when Chica was at the window, or when Bonnie was at the door.

But he still relentlessly shut the door in their face.

Anyway, since when he's learnt the job tactics, it's been easy for him to manage the animatronics, and it was also an easy paycheck for him. Overall, he was quite happy of the current situation, with the animatronics not coming to him as often as they were in the first week. But why?

The first day of the fourth week Mike headed to the Pizzeria to check it out when it was day. Incredibly, he didn't in the last weeks.

Anyway, he entered the pizzeria and all he heard was the animatronics' singing and the children's cheers. Quite the fun place, as it looked like.

He looked around briefly, before bumping onto the manager, making her drop the papers she was holding.

"Oh, sorry, Sylvie, ma'am!" He exclaimed, helping her gather up the papers she dropped.

"Gah..It's fine. Wait, aren't you Mike Schmidt? The night-shift security guard?" She asked, once she put the papers where they belonged.

"Yeah, that's me. Why you askin'?"
"Oh, nothing, just curiosity. Wondering why a night shift security guard would show up at 4 P.M.." She said, laying on the wall, lighting a cigarette.

"Uh..Just wanted to check out the place when it's day. Y'know, it's a kids' pizzeria, can't be as creepy as night the d-"

"Wait, creepy at night? Whaddya' mean?" Sylvie said, interrupting Mike.

He gulped. "Oh, uh, just the sounds of the animatronics walking. It's, uh, quite creepy."

"..Sure." Sylvie laughed, finishing her cigarette. "Anyway, have you recieved your paycheck increase?" She asked.

"Yeah, I did. 140 dollars a week is fantastic! Thank you so much!" He'd bow sarcastically, as they both laughed.

The Pizzeria was actually recovering from when the Bite happened. It's been increasing with parties and normal dinners and lunches. It's been redecorated and restructurated in the last months and it's really looking great lately.

"Anyway, I'm off to my office, take care, Mike!" Sylvie waved, jogging to her office.

"Wow. The new manager's a sunshine." He said to himself, walking to the Show Stage, where the kids were sat down, listening to Bonnie, Freddy and Chica singing.

"Wow..They actually sing pretty good.. I wonder if they also repaired their voice thingamabobs?" He said.

"Well, that's about it for this hour, kids! Take care!" Freddy waved onstage, putting his had and microphone on a stand, as the animatronics all walked off, with the kids and parents cheering at them.

"Since I'm here, might aswell get a slice o' good old pizza, no?" Mike said, daydreaming about the pizza.

"Yeah. I'll go do that." He wandered around the place, trying to find an empty table.

"Ah, here!" He sat down, looking at the menu.

It looked like drawn from children; with images of the animatronics (except for Foxy, of course) and the Pizzeria logo on the top.

"Ooh, there's all sorts of good spicy things in here.." He daydreamed of the various things on the menu, waiting for a waiter.

"May I ask you what would you want, sir?" A waiter asked Mike.

"Oh, yeah, I'll take two slices of Chica's Devilled Pizza. Looks good."

"Coming right up, sir." The waiter finished writing on a notepad, walking to the kitchen.

Six minutes after, the waiter returned, with a plate of Chica's Devilled Pizza.

"Fantastic!" Mike said, starting to bite at it, untill it finished.

After paying, he stood up. "Maybe I should actually visit the animatronics while they're off stage." He thought, wondering where they would be at.

In a hall, he'd bump onto the three of them, actually falling to the ground.

"Oh, sorry, mister." Freddy said, lending a hand, as Mike took it, standing up.

"Yeah, no problem. Just call me Mike. I'm the night shift guard here." He said. Probably shouldn't offer a hand.

"The night shift guard?" They said in unison, looking at eachother, strangified.

"Uh..Yeah? The one you tried to kill the first week I was here?" He said.

"Ooooooooooh!" They said in unison again, their metallic backs arcuing back in shock. It's pretty good technology to be of the eighties!

"So you weren't an endoskeleton?" Chica asked.

"An endowhat?" Mike said, tilting his head in confusion.

"An endoskeleton." Freddy intervenes. "The metallic thing that's on the Backstage table."

"Haven't you seen one of those with your fancy camerablet thingy?" Bonnie asked.

"Oh, yeah, THAT thing. Thought it was some kind of necromancy thing.." Mike said, quite embarassed. "Anyway, what does 'So you were not an endoskeleton' mean?"

"Oh, being a naked endoskeleton here is the biggest rule. It's not allowed, and we thought you were an endo.." Freddy said.

"..Should've told us earlier.." Bonnie said.

"..Probably. Anyway, Chica, do you REALLY make the pizza here?" He looked at Chica.

"Yeah. I do. The cooks taught me the first days." Chica said, smiling with her metallic beak.

"Oh, you do? I would've never expect such fabulous pizza coming from a ROBOT..I thought that some kinda Mario italian-named guy made it." Mike said, scratching the back of his head. "Fantastic work."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Small LEDs under Chica's leather-like suit lighted up, recreating a kind-of blush.

"Anyway, what happened to Foxy? He's not here, and I have no idea where Pirate's Cove even IS." Mike asked the animatronics.

"Well..Pirate's Cove got cloed off after the Bite. Heard of it, right?" Bonnie said.

"Uh, only briefly."

"Well..Here's what happened for us." Freddy started to tell.

"You saw Foxy's loose jaw, right? Well, you must know that once, Foxy didn't have it. He was just a normal animatronic, doing shows just like us. He had his very own, with minigames such as Eastern Pirates versus Western Pirates. He was REALLY loved by the kids.. But then, one day, he started to run out of power on the show. His movements started to get.. slower, aswell as his reaction. His voice box wasn't functioning, and we were watching from the Stage. Even all the kids watched him. Then, he fell over on a kid and the sharp fangs bit into his head accidentally. It was really costy for us to 'repair' the damage done to Fazbear Entertainment, but it worked out well. Except for Foxy. He's fallen in disrepair and is locked in Pirate's Cove, where he often runs to your door because he wants out. We think so, at least."

"Wow..Must suck for him." Mike said. "Anyway, say hello on my part to him, gotta get to work. And you guys should go to the stage, it's almost six. Isn't your next show at seven?"

"Oh, yeah!" They said in unison again. "Well, see you Mike!" They said in unison, going to the stage.

"Bye, guys." Mike said, following them to go pay Foxy a visit.

Author's Note 2: Boom, bam, first fanfic done! Expect longer episodes and chapters in the next days or weeks. Anyways, take it easy!