My name is Noah. I'm the new security guard at Freddy Fazbear's pizza. Why would I get such a dangerous job, you may ask? Hell, I need the money. With a paycheck on the line, I'd do practically anything.

Of course, I heard all about the crazy, bloodthirsty animatronics inside the restaurant, but, for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to them than what people said.

-11:00 pm-

My stomach growled loudly. "Dammit, I wish I brought something to eat with me. Note to self, listen to Mom when it comes to food." I sighed. My mom always told me to eat more. Stupid me for not listening, I guess. Suddenly, I heard a familiar creak from behind me. Quickly, I turned. Standing at the doorway was a yellow animatronic. I guessed that it was Chica, but I wasn't sure. I had always heard that Chica was a chicken, or duck depending on whom I asked, but that isn't what I saw. I saw an animatronic girl, about my age. Her eyes were blue, her hair golden. She was very thin, like me, wearing a yellow knee-length dress. Her feet were bare, which I thought was odd, but I didn't dwell on it much.

Quickly, I pressed the button by the door, shutting it. "Ha, ha, you robotic monster. You aren't getting me now." I smiled triumphantly. Unfortunately, the door didn't stay closed for long. It opened again a short time later. And this time, I knew I couldn't close it. Chica stepped closer. Quickly, I whipped out my Taser, the one my mom got me for my 18th birthday. "One more step and I deep-fry your circuits!" I warned, hoping I looked braver than I felt.

"I... I don't want to hurt you, I swear." Chica told me, raising her hands. I didn't lower my Taser.

"That is bullshit. You and the other animatronics are monsters. You killed my predecessors. My brother Andrew told me all about it." I expected Chica to drop the nice act and lunge at me with murderous intent. Instead, to my surprise, she dropped to her knees and began to cry.

"It's not like that. We just want... friends. Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy, and I... we were abandoned, left to rot. Can you imagine doing nothing, seeing no one for years on end?" she sobbed. I still wasn't convinced.

"If you're not really the killers everyone says you are, then what the hell are you?" Chica looked into my eyes.

"We're animatronics with feelings, feelings no one understands. We can't explain why we are like this. But we don't care. All we want is a friend." The look in her eyes told me she was being sincere, but I was still on my guard.

"Chica, if I lower my weapon, you swear you won't attack me?" I asked. Chica nodded.

"I wouldn't think of it." Reluctantly, I dropped my Taser. Chica stood up. For a few minutes, it was silent. Then Chica walked up and hugged me.

"Thank you for trusting me. You're the first person to do that in a long time. Thank you..." Chico's eyes found my nametag. "... Noah." She looked at me and held my gaze, Suddenly, we looked away.

"Um... no problem, Chica."