A young woman, around the age of 18, sat at her kitchen table, reading the "Help Wanted" section of the newspaper. Her 18th birthday had passed a few months ago, and since then, her family had been hastling her to get a job. They'd even gone so far as to interject into her phone calls, with comments like "Well if you'd get a job, you'd be able to get new games.", which of course always annoyed her. Almost every conversation she had with her family wound up turning into them guilting her about school or finding a job. It had gotten to the point that she found herself not wanting to talk to them unless she absolutely needed to.

She sighed softly, one hand propping up her head, elbow resting on the table, as she looked over the ads for one that appealed to her. It wasn't too long, before one ad in particular caught her eye. It was a "Help Wanted" ad for a night guard position at a place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. A night guard! Oh, that'd be terrifying, considering she hated the dark. However much she hated the dark, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that said to apply.

She sighed softly, her fox ears twitching as she considered what she'd do. Having decided, she stood and walked over to her grandma's laptop, newspaper in hand. Before deciding whether or not she'd apply, she'd do some research on this pizzaria. It sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. Upon turning the sleek black machine on and logging on, she opened up Google Chrome and got to work as she brushed a lock of brown hair out of her face.

What she found, however, had her brown eyes widening in shock. The search results made her reddish-brown fur stand on end.

"Five Children Gone Missing - Freddy's To Blame?"

"Living Animatronics!"

"The Bite Of '87"

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria Shutdown!"

And many more just like them showed up. One by one, the anthromorphic fox opened and read the articles. Apparently, back in the 80's, a couple children had gone missing at the pizzaria. Somebody had dressed up as the place's mascot - Freddy Fazbear - and led five kids back-stage. They hadn't been seen since. That was the first incident.

Apparently the pizzaria's animatronics were special.. Special in that they roamed around the pizzaria and played with the kids as if they were actual people. And then the Bite Of '87 happened. One of animatronics - Foxy The Pirate Fox, had attacked a child and bit his head. The boy lived, surprisingly, but Foxy was shut down and Pirate Cove had been closed. As for the others, their day-time roaming was stopped, and they were confined to the stage. That was the second and last incident.

The pizzaria became less and less popular, and eventually people stopped coming altogether, and the place was shut down. So why are they looking for a night guard, then? The fox thought, staring at the computer in confusion, tail swishing idly behind her. She sighed and turned the laptop off, and leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling as she debated on what to do. Well, they shut the place down.. So that must mean the robots are shut down too. Sounds like an easy enough job, just sitting in a chair and watching cameras all night. Wouldn't be so bad. Not to mention, if anything happened, I'd have my paintbrush.

The fox sighed softly as she approached the building known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. It was 11pm, she was there an hour early, wanting to check out the place and see the animatrons in person before she'd go hole herself up in the security office for the night. She pulled out the key that her boss had given her and unlocked the door, before quietly slipping inside. What she saw surprised her. It looked like the building was being re-done, as if they were planning on reopening the pizzaria. So that's why they want a new night guard.. They're going to re-open!

The tip of a giant purple paintbrush, carried in a black furred hand lightly swept across the dusty, dirty, black and white tiled floor as she made her way to the main stage. The curtains were open, so she could see the animatrons. She shuddered at the sight of them. They looked nothing like the ones she'd been used to seeing. They were definately old, obvious by their design and overall appearance. Their eyes bulged slightly from their faces, and looked lifeless and dead. They were dirty, covered in dust and dirt, both from time and the new construction. And from how they were built, and how unlifelike they were, it was plainly obvious that were built in the early stages of animatronic history. But what stood out to her most, was the feeling that they were alive. It felt as if they would reach out and grab her at any moment. Needless to say, they creeped her out.

She frowned slightly, looking up at them. "Let's see.. He said there was Bonnie Bunny," Her eyes went to the purple rabbit animatron, that she could have sworn looked at her as his name was said, "Chica Chicken," Brown eyes moved to look at the yellow chicken who looked more like a duck and wore a white bib that said "Let's Eat!" on it, of which she swore she saw the head twitch, "and of course Freddy Fazbear himself." Her eyes moved to the brown bear, and a chill went up her spine. He was staring at her. She blinked, and then he was looking straight ahead again as he was before.

I must be imagining things.. She thought, They're shut down. Get it together, Ash.

"It sucks that you guys wound up this way.." She said softly, looking up at the three. "You don't deserve to be punished for what Foxy did.. But don't worry, it looks like you'll all be back in the spotlight soon enough.. Seems like the pizzaria will re-open. I'll look forward to meeting you guys, when it does."

She smiled sadly at the three, before turning and heading for Pirate's Cove. Time to see the one who caused everything to go downhill. Upon entering Pirate's Cove, she saw that the curtains were closed, and a sign that said "Out Of Order" was placed in front of it. The girl sighed and quietly climbed up onto the stage, before opening the curtain just a little, to catch a glimpse of Foxy standing there. He looked older than the rest, to where he'd started falling apart. His suit was torn up, and parts of his endoskeleton were exposed. Not to mention his bottom jaw; It hung open, the hinges broken. Her ears lowered at the sight. "Oh, Foxy.. What made you bite that child..?" She whispered sadly, "I wish I could talk to you, hear your side of the story.." She was about to step through the curtain, to get a closer look, when she heard a female voice from behind her say "Don't go too close to him, dahlin'.. Foxy's dangerous.", causing her squeak and turn to see who was there. But nobody was there at all.

I could've sworn I heard a woman talking to me.. She thought, before shrugging and casting a final look at Foxy. He seemed closer than before, and looked as if he was mid-reach, right towards her. I'm definitely losing my mind.

She closed the curtain and quietly went into the guard's office, to wait for her shift to begin. Though, upon entering the office, she noticed a note on the desk. She quietly picked it up, and looked it over. The handwriting was messy and hard to read, but readable none-the-less.

"To the security guard,

Let's have some pizza later.

Chica Chicken"

The fox paused, and stared at the note with wide brown eyes, before giggling. "The boss musta wrote this to prank me." She mumbled, "But, man, this place is creepy.."

She quietly sat in her chair, and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight, almost time for her shift to start. She sighed softly and pulled out a sketch-book from her bag, as well as a case of pencils, pens and colored pencils - everything she'd need to draw for the night. She'd keep herself calm with it.

When midnight came around, the phone rang. She wasn't sure whether or not to answer it, so she just let it be. A male voice came over the speakers, leaving a voice-mail for her.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death have occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

The fox sat there, looking utterly horrified. This was a prank, right? It had to be. Good one, boss. She thought, Scare the crap out of the new guard. Great way to get them to come back.

She sighed softly as she checked the cameras. Everyone was in their places, and Pirate's Cove looked the way she left it. Everything would be fine.. Right?

She turned the computer monitor off, and quietly started to sketch out a drawing. It wasn't too long after that she thought she heard a noise. Her ear flicked, and she quietly checked the cameras. Bonnie was gone.