Chapter 1, The First Night

A 22-year-old man sat at his small kitchen table flipping through the newspaper looking for now-hiring jobs. Nothing looked very interesting until he spot, on the left hand margin, "now hiring, night watchman for Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria."

'Hmm, that could be fun. Definitely better than nothing.' He mused

'So, Mr. Schmidt, do you think you could start tonight?'

'Sure thing boss'-this was going better than he thought it would, hired first thing, I mean sure it was for a week trial period but he was still getting paid.

'Good, your shift starts at midnight, and good luck.'

Mike didn't like the way, his boss smiled at him, it almost seemed… malicious. But he decided it wasn't anything to worry about, he got a decent days pay for doing almost nothing at night, or so he thought.

12:00 pm

Mike Schmidt walked into the building and did a quick sweep of the area; he thought he saw the mascots looking at him when he checked backstage, not just once but twice. 'It's just because its your first night here' he told himself, 'just a trick of the light.' Nonetheless he quickly finished his sweep and went into his new office.

Ring Ring

'what the?'

Ring Ring- click-

'Hello? Oh, Hello!
Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact.
So I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine, so let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?
Uh, let's see... First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read, eh, it's kind of a legal thing. You know. Um...

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.
Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing persons report will be filed within 90 days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced-

Blah, blah, blah.
Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about.
Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for 20 years, and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too.
So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So just be aware; the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of "free-roaming" mode at night, uhh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uhh, they used to be able to walk around during the day, too, but then there was "the Bite of '87." Yeah. It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll - They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza they'll probably try to uh... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.
Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with cross-beams, wiring, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of... discomfort... and death... Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth that would pop out the front of the mask. Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up.
But hey; first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow, uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power.
Alright. Good night.'

'Well fuuuuuuuck, why didn't the owner tell me this, oh right, why would he tell me the job could kill me.' Mike checked the cameras over and dropped the iPad. Bonnie, the weird bunny animatronic, was looking right at the camera. 'Fuck! Wait a minute… where's the duck, err, Chica.' He looked all around and nearly dropped it again when he spotted Chica glaring at the camera in the restroom. 'That answers that question.' He check the lights and Bonnie was right at the door. 'Shit!' He quickly shut the door. He looked at the clock. 'damn it, I've got 4 more hours left.'

The rest of the night was the same throughout. Mike simply had to watch out for Chica and Bonnie but at one time he thought he saw a gold bear in the room with him. At six he went home and got some much needed sleep. He woke up to his doorbell ringing.

'Ugh, its only 1 o'clock.' He got up and massaged his temples.

'Was I expecting anyone?' His head shot up.

'Shit!'

He ran to the door, standing there was his nephew, Max.

'Hey uncle Mike' Max said tilting his head with a smile.