-Authors Notes-

Ladies, Gentlemen and Others. Welcome to the remake of After The Seventh Night, which you can check out by clicking on my profile right now. As it was my first Fan Fic, I have I felt the massive need, to re read and re make. If you are returning from The Original or it's sequel The Purple Ghost you may know that story, but I will be changing details and such and such, but it will still line up with The Purple Ghost and its sequel When You Have Been Seen as Monsters.

So first things first meet my take on the characters.

Michael Schmidt: A 24 year old man. He's determined and always happy to help, but when pressed by financial problems. Mike is forced to take the dead shift at Freddy's Pizza, it is an animatronic pizzeria. One by One the nightmare inducing animatronics slowly warm up to him and Mike will happily call them friend. This job introduces Mike into a variety of interesting characters who some become his best friends and others threats to his life.

Freddy Fazbear the bear: Once a stared eyed teenager, aged 15 with a offered scholarship to a prestigious university and he had almost been through half of high school until that day. Now the elected leader of the four animatronics at Freddy's, he is patient and open minded. Almost excepting his fate at Freddy's, Fazbear wants to stalk and study Mike, learning about the young man. Always cool and collected Freddy is a born leader.

Bonnie the rocking Bunny: Bonnie was a 14 year old musician gifted to play what ever he touched, until that day. Now he plays guitar on stage with Freddy, pretending to enjoy his life which he secretly hates. This lavender bunny is no push over, fun loving and stubborn he could be your best friend or you worst nightmare as with the case of Mr Schmidt at first.

Chica The cook chicken: Chica was once a 14 year old girl whom was always cheerful, when that day came around her world caved in. This chicken is no Chicken, you dare mock of she will stuff you so deep in a suit the feet will pop and pore out the mix of gore you once were. She loves to make friends, but one of her friends she would love to have more... Chica had tried to make friends with Mike since the first night but was always blocked.

Foxy The Pirate Captain: He was the runt among his three brothers, he ran away to hide at Freddy's, until the day. He sits behind a locked door, the lock is broken and so is his body. But something seems different about Mike and he is determined to figure out what. This fox can be impatient but is always modest and polite even if he scares alway those who dare enter his cove. But it's not his fault, the bottled rage had a way of breaking to the surface to and in one such instance he lunged at a boy and with his jaws tore the frontal lobe off. Forgotten, but Foxy isn't forgetful.

Each animatronic is more human then what they would be portrayed in the games. Eg, Imagine them as how they often animated or drawn, with a complete coat of fur, no gaps. Also If you can't imagine Mike, just look at him as Rebornica's many comics and arts. Also Bonnie has eye brows. Also Their will be a fun dose of my OCs later.

-Authors Notes Over-

I smashed the red button, releasing the steel door for the fox captain. Didn't work on the second night didn't work now. Excuse my rudeness, my name is Mike Schmidt and I will be the owner of Freddy Fazbear's. Right now I'm currently the night watchman, my shift was twelve to six, it wasn't to bad though. Other then the lack of sleep and nightmarish Animatronics this job was easy. At least that's what I told my self. In reality, my life hung in the balance, I had to stay alert keep watch, keep them out. My only defence was a set of doors either side of this decaying office. I say decaying, due to the crack in the glass screen, cob web ridden wall and a desk older then me. Your probably wondering how much it would take me to do this horrible job.

$125 - for a five night week.

It was only my seventh night here. I couldn't quite, no matter how bad it got. Mainly it was harder to find a job then ever and if left this job maybe someone might get killed like that unfortunate guy who had left the messages on the phone.

Poor bastard left it recording as the Animatronics murdered him. I think his name was Scott Cawthorn and he had been left stuffed into suit. How I know this. The second last sentence he said alive, "I've always wondered what it's like in those suits back their" and the morning after I found him stuffed in one of the spare suits and who to blame. Those God dam animatronics, they stunk like dead corpses and at night they weren't the stage bound performers they were by day. They were nightmare inducing spawns of hell. Take Bonnie for example, he sat in the parts and service room and burned those evil eyes through the camera and onto my tablet screen. I bet he killed phone guy.

The fox began smashing the door with his fists pulling me from my thoughts.

I gave the fox a simple statement. "Just give it up already, the door ain't opening."

Then he did something that was completely unexpected. No, he didn't smash through the cracked glass and rip my intestines out and throw them around like ribbons with that abnormally sharp hook. He spoke. Yes you read it right. He spoke. Not in that recorded shit they used on stage. He spoke fluently.

"Why can't you just let us in?"

My eyes widened as my head was filled with thoughts. Foxy was speaking like a person. What should I say back?

"Why should I?" I said, rolling my chair closer to the steal door.

I heard the fox sit down and relax back against the door. He began speaking in that fluent voice again.

"I don't know, we won't hurt you."

"Tell that to your rabbit friend." I sighed.

"What Bonnie, he's a bunny... and he's much scarier looking then he actually is... He's just... Um.. Erh.. Bored. We all are..."

"Really now?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes we've been alone since eighty seven, no one new..." Foxy sighed.

"Since the bite, eh?" I asked.

"Yeah how'd you know?" Foxy said, his tone gaining shock.

"Guy on the phone."

"That arse, I remember running my hook across his throat." Foxy said. I imagined the Fox running the hook across his as he said that.

"Would you kill me?" I asked.

"No, that arse had it coming. Stole from the pizzeria. Only us saw it. We confronted him. He did it again. We confronted him again. Then he set me on fire, Freddy and Chica went to tear him apart..." Foxy said.

My eyes widened. Scott was a thief?

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"What catching on fire? It did, luckily only the leg parts of my legs burnt... You... Erh.. Going to open the door?" Foxy asked.

"It's my funeral," I said clicking the button.

Foxy fell back lying across the floor.

"You going to get up and kill me?" I asked.

"Neither." Foxy said flapping his hand.

"So what does an animatronic Fox do?" I asked. Foxy flipped up his eye patch and spoke.

"Eat pizza and reminisce. Tell me lad, what's yer name?"

"Mike Schmidt."

Foxy lifted his hooked hand then realised he had lifted the wrong limb with a slap to the for head. He offered his hand for a shake. I took it, he crushed my hand in a firm grip.

"Foxy the Pirate Captain."

Foxy had tatters all around his body. His lower half of his legs were completely bare, missing the suit. His feet were a dull steel, toes blunted by years of use. The hook had been chrome plated and a few of the teeth were gold plated. Those yellow eyes were almost human, but plastic showed age with this certain softness. I liked Foxy's look, the painted on tattered pants, the red fur that looked rotten but yet smooth. He had a fine leather belt with a sliver belt button, it caught my eye, keeping my gaze on it.

"Nice Belt." I said, watching it shine in the light. I figured out it had a simple fox engraved in it. That I traced with my eyes.

"Thanks, I often take things that get left behind." Foxy said, "Mike would Ye like to see my collection?"

"Sure, what have I got to lose." I said placing the tablet on the olde dust covered desk.

Foxy got up and began walking down the hall. I followed keeping close behind the Fox. The stage was empty, Bonnie was gone.

"So you guys just wonder around at night?" I asked.

Foxy sighed. "They do. I just look at old relics from the past, but every once and a while a night guard comes in and I have a little fun with em, weather it be startling and or talking with em, Mike."

Foxy stopped at the weathered wooden door, it's surrounding wall looked like it had been built in a archway. The door had several layers of masking tape that served as a make shift sign. It read. "Pirate's Cove. Employees only." "This is my cove it ain't much." Foxy said opening the door.

The stage had been built to resemble the bow of pirate's sailing ship on the right side of the stage. The other side was an island. It had purple curtains that hung over each side. I spotted the camera which zoomed in on a smaller stage curtain on the other side of the room. The ageing chairs sat empty, a few were missing. facing the main stage. Foxy went up on the main stage and stood proudly behind the bow.

"Mike, come on up!" He said.

I stood on the blue stage edge which creaked as I placed my weight on the foot. Foxy stood in front of a set of lockers. He opened all four of them. A leather jacket and captains hat laid in the first one. Second one was a set of brass Flint lock pistols, three in total.

"They're real, I have at least a dozen bullets." Foxy said.

"Where'd you get these?" I asked. "Well, they weren't working until me and Chica got to it." Foxy said with a wide teeth showing smile spilling his face.

The next one contained a cutlass, it had been sharpened, the edge was shined. The last one contained assortment of knick knacks and stuff Foxy had collected. A Rubrics cube and hard cover encyclopaedia were sitting on top.

"Jesus, you've found a lot of stuff." I commented.

Foxy smiled. "Ye be surprised what mothers come from before coming here for lunch and then leave behind."

I smiled. "You want to meet the others?" Foxy asked.

I checked my phone. 5:21am. I had time, if they were kind as Foxy I would like to meet them. Foxy gently closed the door behind us. "Sit, I'll get the lantern." Foxy said pulling a small chair out for me to sit. Foxy disappeared into the kitchen. This white table clothe had been stained by a number of different foods. I did not want to touch it what so ever. And the party hats looked liked they had been recycled for years. I was kind of sickened that this place was going under so bad.

Foxy returned and played a lantern on the weathered table clothe.

"How old are Ye Mike?" Foxy asked.

"24 and two months." I replied.

I felt two hands on either side of my head. I panicked as I realised they were the lavender hands of Bonnie.

"Hey Foxy!" Bonnie greeted.

"Who's the new night watch man?" He asked, leaning over me. I saw Bonnies head held in place up side down over me.

"His name is Mike and he's twenty four." Foxy answered, relaxing back in his chair. Bonnie lifted the back of my hat so it covered my eyes. When I fixed it he was sitting beside me.

"So Mike where you from?" Bonnie asked, leaning in intently.

"Ah, England, I moved here when I was eighteen to go to university." I replied.

"Oh what corse did you study?" Some one asked from behind me.

I turned to find the bear named Freddy, he tipped his top hat my way. He sat next to Foxy.

"Good to see you all gentlemen." Freddy greeted. "Now may I ask, who are you and what are you studying?"

"I'm Mike Schmidt, I was studying law before I had to drop out cause I couldn't afford the fees." I said waving to the bear. Freddy nodded.

Freddy's blue eyes were genuinely kind. He had over sized cuffs around his wrists and a bow tie and collar around his neck. It was meant resemble a suit I think. He looked and sounded gentlemanly. Bonnie's eyes were a mischievous red and he had a similar suit design to Freddy. But Bonnie's tie was undone and his collar had been loosened.

"Hey Guys - You got the night guard out!" The high pitched squeal of a voice was loud and echoey.

"Chica calm the hell down!" Bonnie said.

"Im sorry, just been trying to speak to him since night one," The high picked chicken animatronic.

"Chica just quiet down a little." Freddy said, lowering his hand as if it were Chica's volume.

She nodded and sat down beside Bonnie, placing a box of meat lovers pizza in front of us. It smelled good and looked better then the frozen microwave pizzas that were served during the day. It tasted great and the cheese was extremely stringy. My boss offered me a slice of that microwave pie and boy I'll tell you now, if toppings slide of a slice it ain't good to eat. Chica was that yellow that shined even in darkness, it reflects her personality beautifully. Bright and cheerful.

"Like the pizza?" She asked.

"Mm hmmm," we chimed together.

Little did I know at the time that sitting here eating pizza with sentient Animatronics wouldn't be weirdest thing I would sit through. I was yet to meet the combat drone, the vixen, the repair man and I haven't even written about my boss yet.