Welcome to Freddy's
{Please note I don't own FNAF or any charters in the game}
{First story so enjoy, review for more}
Hi, my name is Mike Schmidt, the date is Friday, October 28 a long search for employment I found a small restaurant called "Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria!" Although the pay is very bad, it is work until you find a better job. I will be starting as a security guard at a night shift. If I had known any of what was about to happen through the week, I would have never took this job"I decided to take a look at the restaurant before I started, so I went to look around. As I walked through the door I knew instantly that I felt bad for the day guard, kids screaming, parents yelling and worst of all, the creepy animations walking around. As I walked around I started to wonder how many animations there was. I counted three Bonnie, Chica and of course, Freddy Fazbear. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie where walking around the kids when I walked through the Dining Area, it felt like they were watching me, looking back now I think they were. As I walked through the rooms I was surprised how the robots reacted to the kids, Bonnie was mostly playing, whatever instrument he had I couldn't tell. Freddy walking by hugging the kids and singing, Chica singing "Dum Dum". I decided I had seen enough for today and turned to leave, as I walked toward the exit I heard a lonely "Arrr" I turned to see a room with a sign that read "Pirate Cove". I walked through the open doors to see a slender fox animation with a hook looking through a slightly parted curtain, a small "out of order" sign in front of it, this was Foxy. There was a scrawny man standing in front of it, with a security suit on. The man stood silent staring at Foxy smiling, mumbling under his breath. I took a step closer watching, "-you know Foxy, you were always my favorite, even though throughout the week you have tortured me. I wonder what would have happened if that man had never- ah who am I kidding, something like that could have happened eventually." What was this man talking about? I backed away and decided that whatever that was, it was that man's business. I walked to toward the exit and happened to look inside the office. It wasn't much, a small room with a poster, and old metal fan, desk and, a computer most likely for the cameras. The only thing that really stood out where the doors, two heavy duty iron doors that slid down. There were very small dent marks on it, very hard to see. As I walked to the exit I wondered what those doors where for. Little did I know that those doors would save my life countless times in the days to come.
