On a displeasingly cold November night a skeleton named Sans hesitantly left his house for what might be the last time. He was in a desperate search for money, and since he had no valuable skills, he was stuck working the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. He understood the risk, but technically he can't die. He is a skeleton, after all. His car took an eternity to start up so he would be late first night on the job. Whatever, being an hour late wouldn't be such a bad thing.
With the address of the pizzeria punched into the GPS, Sans sighed and started the long drive. Once the robotic voice of the GPS finally said You have reached your destination, Sans took one last sip of his coffee. He approached the building with the large electric sign that read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." This was his last chance to turn back, to go back to his slightly normal life NOT watching over children's toys for six hours. But Sans concluded that there was nothing else that would add some sort of excitement to his boring life watching for humans that will never come. Having made his final decision, he pushed open the back door of the restaurant. Let the night begin.
Why was everything pitch black? Sans couldn't find where his office was. Now he regrets leaving that flashlight in the car. After feeling along the wall for anything that might be an office, he found a doorway. Instinctively he walked in, feeling the wall for a light switch or something like that. Instead of finding anything that could possibly help his shift, Sans tripped over a box which created a booming noise that of course echoed.
"Crap! My foot!" Sans stubbed his toe on the box. It must have been filled with heavy stuff. Perhaps animatronic heads. Being unsuccessful in his search for the office in that room, he looked for another doorway.
"Hello, Hello!" It sounded like another person was in the building! Sans followed the voice as it ranted on about how to work the night shift. The voice sounded annoying, but at least it was very informative. Sans checked his watch to see how long he took finding the stupid office. Surprisingly, it was already 1 AM.
"This'll be easier than I thought." Feeling relaxed, the skeleton put his bony feet on top of the desk. As if that caused a chain reaction, the cameras popped out from the desk. They showed three animatronics lined up on something that resembled a stage. Also in the bottom left corner there was a percentage and the word "POWER." Shocked at this new responsibility, Sans tried to put the camera away in an attempt to conserve power.
Sans heard a creepy laugh, so he checked the cameras. The purple bunny was not where it was before, which freaked Sans out. He franticly flashed the built-in flashlights in the hallways. Left,right, left, right, right, left. After repeating this pattern, the bunny showed up on the left side. Sans fell off his chair, but still managed to press the "close door" button. He noticed the power level started dropping quicker than before.
"Holy. Crap." Sans slowly got up off the floor, breathing heavily. If this was normal, then the night shift was a bad career choice. He checked the hall to see if the bunny gave up and left, and turns out he was gone. Animatronics are really stupid. Since Sans couldn't waste his precious power, he opened the door. Then a derpy chicken jumpscared him, and he passed out. RESET!
Sans didn't rush to the pizzeria this time. He stopped at Grillby's in hope that he could get some free ketchup, but when he returned, it was still midnight. Huh. Sans decided there was no escaping work, he trudged to his car.