I honestly don't know why I'm still here. I've been working here at this crummy job for three days now, and it seems to just keep getting worse. They seem to move faster now, and whenever I check on one of them, another moves. It's like they're in cahoots or something. And the noises, oh the noises! At some moments, it sounds like someone's laughing at me, and others it sounds like someone is just strolling around the building, like there isn't anything wrong with the place (and there is)! Sometimes the just stare into the camera with a soulless stare, and other times they twitch as if having a seizure.

My name is Mike Schmidt. And I am the unluckiest person in America.

My job is simple, at least in theory. Sit in an office. Check. Monitor the diner via surveillance cameras. Check. Ensure that I do not doom myself by forgetting to check said cameras. Double check. Watch horrifying POSSESED ANIMATRONICS. Biiiiiiiig check.

I work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, "A place of fun for kids and adults alike". In the daytime, it's like a normal restaurant. Families show up, eat some food, play games, generally just hang out and have a good time. While the families are having fun, they are serenaded by a robotic band (that isn't that good in my opinion). There's Bonnie the bunny, Chica the chicken (who really looks like a duck, but whatever), and ol' Freddy Fazbear himself. There's another, but he's undergoing some repairs right now.

'I really need to stop explaining things to myself like there's someone actually listening...' I think to myself. I always somehow manage to calm myself by just blabbering whatever happens to be on my mind. Sometimes it works better than others.

I put the camera down for a second to check the doors. Never know when one of THEM will be outside your door. And behind door number one, we have... Nothing! Congratulations! Would you like to keep this prize or bet it all for a grand prize total of two pots of nothing?

"I'm betting it all, Jeff!" I announce as if there was actually someone there.

And behind door number two... A large yellow chicken! Sorry Mike, but you just lost everything!

'Curses. I was gonna get a new car...' I think to myself. I go back to the camera, and immediately a wave of fear washes over me.

"Ah, piss.." I say as Chica pulls down the screen. Probably should have closed the door. And just to heighten my fear, it screams in my face as it pulls down the screen. It was the loudest, most high pitched scream I've ever heard. Ever heard the mating call of a fox? Well it sounds like that, just louder.

Once it finished screaming, it looked at me with what seemed to be an attempt at puppy eyes. "I got you, silly endo!" It exclaims as if it got the gold medal in hide and seek. It jumps up and starts jumping up and down it a circle chanting "winner, winner, winner" over and over again.

"Uh... What?" I ask dumbfoundedly. It stops jumping and its head snaps in my direction, causing me to jump back in my chair. "I got you," it says. "So I get to put you in a suit this time. Bonnie and Foxy have been hogging the other ones, and promised that I got to do the next one if I caught you." It goes back to the puppy eyes. "And I did!"

"You really think I'm a robot?" I reply. "Why wouldn't I? I can obviously see all of your wires..." At the word 'wires' its face flushes. "I can see your wires..." It says. Oh goodie. Murdered by a female robotic chicken. Take out the word chicken and it would seem like a terminator movie.

"Except that it's not wires! Or nuts and bolts! (Her entire face turns red when I say nuts and bolts) It's flesh and bones! I'm made as the same stuff the children are! And the adults that bring them!" I exclaim, attempting to prolong my imminent demise. "Nuh uh," she retorts, as if she were five. "Freddy said that the thing in the room at the end of the hall was an endo trying to hide from us."

"That's not true!" I say back. "I'm a living, breathing, human being! Let me talk to this Freddy guy. He seems to be the boss around here, maybe I can talk some sense into him." She raises an arm (or wing?) as if to reject my request, but lowers it. She ponders for a second, and then opens her mouth to speak (well, I guess it's actually a beak).

"Fine," she says. "I'll take you to him. But I can't ensure your safety." I shake my head. "I don't care. I'd rather go down fighting than be stuffed into a suit while unconscious."

She walks out the door on the left and beckons for me to follow. I get up from my chair, and head for the door. I hesitate when I get to the door frame. 'This is the safest place in the whole building. Do I really want to abandon it?' I question myself. I shake away the thought, with the goal of proving that dumb bear wrong engraved in my mind. I take one brave step forward, and plunge into darkness.