Hello everybody! Who's ready for Freddy?
This is my first FNAF fanfic! As it is such, you'll need to let me know if there are any mistakes in it.

Now for the rules of the fic.
Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy are all males in this.
Chica is the only girl I'm afraid.

They are not in any costumes ether. Instead they look like this: post/98390567978/we-used-to-be-two-different-styles-tells-a-whole
I am not the person who made these designs.

This person is:

Also, the characters do not kill anyone. They're simply very bored and get a kick out of scaring the night guards.

Help Wanted at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Night Guard Shift from 12pm - 6am
Monday - Friday $4/hour
Come to Freddy Fazbear's at 254st East Maine

She was starting to have regrets about this.

She should've left when she was hired on the spot.

No, she should've left when the moment she saw those creepy animatronics.

No, she shouldn't have even come here to begin with.

But, this was the only place she got an interview, so she didn't have much of a choice.

And yet, as she stared into the black, haunting eyes of Bonnie the Bunny, she was beginning to doubt that it was worth it. The manager had said that they'd be on a sort of free-roaming program to keep their joints from locking up during the day. She wouldn't have had a problem with it, if that stupid rabbit wasn't stalking her.

'This was suppose to be easy, damn it! Not shit-yourself-scary!'

As she shut the door on Bonnie again, she began to think about a guy from a few weeks back that had gone to the paper claiming that the animatronics had tried to kill him while he was working here. Needless to say, no one believed him, so he skipped town not long after to avoid being committed.

Checking the time and finding it to be about 5:30, she leaned back in the chair and started flipping through cameras again. Seeing the rabbit in the dinning room again, she opened the door so as to not waste to much power. While she had plenty left, she didn't want to get into the habit of spending when she didn't need to.

She has to do this again tomorrow night after all.

She really hopes it doesn't get any worse then this.

5:47 fifteen more minutes and then she'll be done.

She's praying she'll be able to sleep at some point today.

'Crap! And down goes the door.'

Eight more minutes. She is so flipping them off when she leaves. She doesn't care that they're for children's entertainment. They are the devil's spawn and nothing will convince her otherwise.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

'Yes! 6:00am!'

As soon as the manager gets here, she's leaving.

Twenty minutes later, when the manager walks through the door, she speed-walks past him, telling him to 'have a great day and that I'll see you tonight, before my shift' on the way.

The first thing Della did when she got back home was flop onto the couch. However, just as she was beginning to relax, she felt someone grab her shoulder. Giving a startled gasp, she shot up so fast that she nearly collided heads with Mark, her fiance.

"Jumpy much?" He asked, stifling a laugh and giving a playful smile.

"God! Don't do that Mark, you almost gave me a heart-attack!" Della said, falling back onto the couch.

"Sorry hun. Rough night at work?" He asked, plopping down next to her.

"You have no idea!" She said, putting her arm across her eyes. "Apparently, they have some kind of free-roam-thing that lets them run around at night. I swear that damn bunny was stalking me all night. It'll be a miracle if I get any sleep today"

"It can't be that bad. He was probably on a kind of path-finding-program to keep him moving. What about the others? Did they give you any problems?"

"No, they stayed on the stage the entire night. The duck did turn to look at the camera though. Scared the crap out of me when she did that."

"Chica's a chicken, not a duck."

"Chicken, duck, demonic-spawn, it doesn't matter. I just hope that tonight will be easier." She said, getting up and walking towards the kitchen.

"Wait. You mean you're going back? Why are you going back if you got scared?" Mark asked, following his wife-to-be.

"I wasn't scared! It was just very startling is all." She replied, getting a beer out of the fridge. "All I need now is a cold drink, a shower, and a peaceful sleep."

"You know, some people would call you brave for going back. I, however, am calling you stupid." Mark said, leaning against the doorway.

"I might be stupid, but at least I'll know what's in store for me tonight. I'm going to go wake up Rae." She said, leaving the man to shake his head at her.

'At least, I think I know.'

Chapters will start out rather short, but will hopefully get longer as the story goes.

I'll try to update every Sunday if possible. If not, then as regularly as I can.