It seems with all stories there must be a beginning, So with that in mind allow me to tell you about the Freddy's pizzarea franchise and how it became...

The year was 1968 and there were two young boys named William and Henry. William was exceptionally talented in school, however he chose not to apply himself very seriously. Then in high school he found he had a very deep interest in Electronics. That interest lead him to robotics, a new field in his school. Which drove him forward. He was not polite, but not barbaric. He was lazy, yet not a total slacker, His features included Black sleeked back hair and onyx eyes.

Henry, on the other hand so to speak was a serious boy. He took high school and tried to apply himself to his maximum potential. He earned fairly good grades and was known for his 'no nonsense' attitude. He was a polite young man who carried himself with purpose. He had a knack for money and words.

They met in high school.

Of course they first didn't get along. But over time, Opposites attract. They became Close friends during their senior year. They graduated and parted ways, never expecting to meet again.

For a while, they didn't, the years passed and then a miraculous incident occurred. They had met on the same bus. They talked business, William, despite having no scholarship nor college education was hired by Henry to work for his company as a engineer.

November 16th 1998

7:34 PM

I opened my eyes to see my ceiling, (Wow what a surprise!) Today was my first job interview and I was quite nervous, however with my good luck and charm I was sorta-not really confident that I could get this job.

So without further ado...

My name is Raphiel, and I'm a ninja turtle!

No... just no.

I deeply apologize in advance for causing you retinal damage from the friction of rolling your eyes so hard.

My name is Raphiel. That is all.

I got up, fully clothed, (because, lets be honest what kinda person changes clothes just to sleep in) and began my 'morning routine' which consists of getting up, and moving to where I want to go. Of course it was just my luck that absolutely nothing of note came up. I began walking the 1 mile trip whilst mentally sighing.

I arrived at my destination 15 minutes later because I have long legs and walked into the place, Adjusting my sleep schedule took a slight toll on my body but nothing of note other than that.

I walked up to the pizza establishment and saw a neon half lit-up sign that read "Freddy's pizzarea".

As I entered through the glass door the cashier greeted me, "I assume you're the new night guard?" ...? Why did he assume that I was going to get this job. I may be 'eccentric' at times but I pay attention.

"Yes." I answered.

"The boss is around the corner." he came out behind the corner and pointed me down a hallway. I guess I should describe my surroundings before we continue, The entry point seemed to be linked right next to the dining room, oddly there was no fire extinguishers but there was a lot of rule posters seemingly on every corner of the dining room.

A protruding half-circle room stuck out awkwardly on one side of the room with a sign I didn't bother to read.

The stage however was the main attraction, Hosting 3 animatronics which looked... unclean for lack of a better word. All were bipedal and stood with their heads hanging down, The place almost looked, dead only the sound of slight buzzing lights and refrigerators were heard. I suddenly didn't feel very enthusiastic. I noticed something else too, It was barely out of the normal wallpaper, but there was slight discoloration along the edges, like some poster had been torn down.

The kitchen was right next to me as I walked into the dining room, my left to be exact and there were two hallways, for some reason ending up at a office, I don't know why they didn't put one wall but who am I to question their building choices.

Me and the cashier, (Who's name I learned was Phil later.) walked down the closest hallway to a man, I thought the restaurant was dirty but this office just was... horrible. Papers scattered everywhere, The sides were painted with some Yellow and black lines indicating a danger of some sort. As I walked in a Deeper than normal voice snapped me out of my 'detective' trance.

"My name is Fred."

"My name is Fred, are you Raphiel?" He asked with a slight booming voice. He was obviously of African descent with softish brown eyes looking at me. I noticed he seemed slightly hunched over. Like he was ready to fight at a seconds notice. He had a suprisingly well-spoken feeling to him.

"Yes sir." It always paid to be polite. I didn't mention this before but i'm scrawny as hell. I look like a holocaust extra. (No offense to those who had fell victim to this horrible tragedy) But I don't know how else to describe my body.

"Sit down" he gestured to a chair in front of the desk, I sat and he began talking.

"Have you any criminal record?"

"No."

After about half a hour later of questions he told me to sign the contract and I could begin working.

I skimmed over it, essentially a week's worth of work had to be completed and I'd not reveal and security or economic status of my work place to anyone outside of the company for any reason even after I quit.

It seemed like a very fair contract to me.

That should have been my first red flag...

(A/N I picked the day of the month at random, turns out it was a monday, how convenient,)

"Then you can begin working tonight," he stated, "I've been guarding this place for a half week and I've been missing sleep." Now that he mentioned it he did look tired, Maybe that was why he was slouched over. He also had a bruise barely noticeable on his forearm.

"To reiterate; your shift begins at 12, you will be given a key to open up the..." He seemed to zone out for a half minute. Phil looked slightly concerned for his boss.

"... The pizzarea to let the other employee's in at 6 AM, After you open up you are to go home immediately so you don't interfere with their work. If you, for whatever reason, Sustain a injury there's med kits in the kitchen, Bathrooms, and supply closet. The money has been sealed away already, You're on the lookout for vandals and other such miscreants. You have a tablet which access the security feed, If you are faced with a armed person there are these power doors right here and the glass is bulletproofed."

"Yes sir." I don't know why but I felt like he was trying to comfort me in advance. Was the working conditions here so deplorable?

"Then your first night begins."

This is not the first FNAF story I've written however I feel this is the first one i'm going to take seriously. I've deleted my other story's in shame a long time ago and I regret doing so, It's great to see how far you've come.

I feel I've been having trouble making characters, any advice via review would be great, any other concerns would be also fine. I believe I've been "Over-describing", Do you think so?

Review, if you want.

Rate, if you want

Goodbye

-Raymondmaster