Phantom here again, with another FNAF fanfiction. This story will contain minor language, violence, and some suggestive themes. Female Bonnie, Chica, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Mangle/Toy Foxy, and Foxy x Mike Schmidt. Don't like, don't read! Freddy and T. Freddy are males, as well as Golden Freddy. 'Mary' is female too. Enjoy Chapter 1. Rated T for now; M for future chapters.
Chapter 1: Monday, October 29, 2018
11:30 a.m.
A blue Ford F-150 with white racing stripes pulled into the busy Freddy Fazbear's parking lot, its brakes squealing as it came to a stop. Its occupant, a young man of 18, stepped out of the vehicle, adorned in a pair of worn blue jeans, a gray t-shirt, and a blue cap that said 'Wildcats' on the front of it. The young man had worked here before, for a week, actually. But then he was fired for 'tampering with the animatronics'; that was six months ago. He couldn't believe he was back at this forsaken restaurant. The reason Mike Schmidt was rehired for Freddy Fazbear's, was that there was a 'sudden' shortage of staff and employees, as well as the lack of a day guard to supervise the children.
'Shortage of staff my ass,' Mike fumed mentally. He sagged in defeat and sighed, then walked towards the place of his nightmares, awaiting for those demons to come after him once the clock struck midnight tonight. As he approached the main entrance of the packed pizzeria, Mike could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest, the throbbing reaching his ears and messing with his composure. 'Just keep it cool, Mike,' he reassured himself. 'It's just another week in hell; you can do it.' He let out a soft sigh, relaxing, and continued forward. The first thing he noticed about the restaurant, was the giant, hard-to-miss banner that read 'New and Improved' in large, confetti-style font.
"'New and improved', huh?" Mike mused out loud. "Well, we'll see just how 'new and improved' this place really is."
He reached the main entrance and pulled on the door. When he did, Mike was immediately met with the screams of erratic and obnoxious children and the pungent odor of greasy pizza. But other than those two things, the restaurant...Mike didn't recognize it at all: the main lobby had been enlarged; Pirate's Cove was taped off, along with a wooden sign that read 'Out of order'. The 'Parts and Service' room that was next to it was replaced with a 'Kid's Cove', and a poster that was hung next to the entrance had a pink and white animatronic fox on the cover of it, and the text read 'The New Face of Fun!'.
"Huh," Mike thought aloud. "Wonder who replaced good ole Foxy?" He approached Kid's Cove and pushed the curtain aside. He was met with the featured animatronic on the poster outside who was sitting on a stool in front of a small group of kids, telling a story to them.
"Oh!" the white and pink vixen said, noticing Mike enter through the curtains. "May I help you, sir?"
Mike shook his head and turned his attention to her. "Hmm? Oh, um, yes, actually. I was hoping if someone could point me to where I could find Mr. Fazbear, the boss. I believe I am the new day and night guard."
The animatronic studied him for a moment, bringing an air of tension between her and Mike, then she said smiling, "He is currently talking to the gang on stage. May I ask your name, sir?"
"Mike," he said with hesitation. "Mike Schmidt."
"My name is Toy Foxy. Nice to meet you, Mr. Schmidt."
'If only I felt the same, you killer robot,' thought Mike with malice as he turned to leave smiling to mask his true feelings towards the animatronic.
Unbeknownst to him, Toy Foxy was studying him, her system running his name through the criminal database; nothing, no criminal record on him. So why did he make her feel so uneasy? Once he was gone, she forgot all about her young audience and followed after him. "Sorry kids, but I'm going to take a break for a little bit. Come back later, okay?"
"Aw!" came the many, whiny voices of protest. Toy Foxy ignored them and continues her pursuit of the strange man. She later found him with Mr. Fazbear, arguing rather loudly with the stout, older man.
"Now, now, Mr. Schmidt," Fazbear began calmly, putting hie hands up defensively. "I understand you're upset, but-"
"'But nothing, Mr. Fatbutt," Mike said furiously. "I was nearly killed six months ago by your 'family-friendly' robots. They all wanted to stuff me into a suit!"
"Now Mike, I find that hard to believe-"
"It's true! If you don't believe me, fine! But let me tell you something, 'Fazbear': those things, are killers, and if you think that for one second that your 'new and improved' animatronics won't follow in their footsteps, you got another thing coming."
"Mr. Fazbear?" T. Foxy piped up, turning the two males' attention to her. "Is there a problem? And do you know this boy?"
"B-boy!?" Mike sputtered furiously, but Mr. Fazbear came and wrapped his arm around the 18 year old's shoulders, smiling widely.
"Of course there's no problem, my dear." He pat Mike on the back. "Just a completely normal heated conversation between old friends."
Mike snorted and rolled his eyes. "We are not, friends."
"Regardless," Fazbear continued, "we were just discussing the details for his job here as the day and night guard."
"Oh," T. Foxy was taken aback: what Mike said was true; he is the new guard, and(she did not know this until now) used to work here. "Well, uh, congrats, Mr. Schmidt."
"Please," he said to her with a hint of hatred, "call me Mike."
Not noticing the intended offense toward her, T. Foxy bowed her head and said, "My apologies, Mike." Then she turned to Mr. Fazbear. "Sir? Do you mind if I take Mike for a tour?"
"Of course not," he said cheerfully. "I'm sure good ole' Mike Schmidt would love a tour of our new pizzeria."
"That's alright," Mike began, putting his hands up and backing away. "I think I can get around on my-"
"Great!" T. Foxy cut him off before grabbing his hand and dragging him off to her cove, Mr. Fazbear watching them and chuckling softly to himself.
Meanwhile, once T. Foxy and Mike were out of sight in Kid's Cove, the vixen animatronic grabbed Mike by his shirt collar and shoved him against the wall, her yellow eyes glaring at him. "Alright, Mike. I'm not letting go until you tell me everything you about this pizzeria, starting with your first job here. Got it?" She then flashed her pearly whites to him. "And don't even think about crying out for help."
Seeing no way to escape, Mike sighed in defeat and said, "Alright. You win, and you might want to sit down for this. It's going to be a long, long, story."
Satisfied with her act of intimidation, T. Foxy lowered Mike to the ground and, still holding him by the collar, pulled him over to the stage and sat down, with Mike next to her. "Alright. Begin."
Mike took a deep breath and let it out. "It all started once I graduated high school this past spring..."
Chapter 1 is done, and chapter 2 will be in progress. See you then.
Phantom out!