Here's my first ever fanfic story! Criticism is welcomed; I do want to become a better writter, I really enjoyed coming up with this story and have plenty of ideas for more. I am proof reading this myself, so I do apologize for any small grammar errors. Other than that, welcome to part 1 of I don't know how many haha.

In this iteration, Mike is in his early forty's, the only attack at Freddys that killed anyone was the 'Bite of 87', and a few more things add in here and there. Hope you enjoy the story :)

Changing of the Guards

'What a disaster! I should have been in that pizzeria half an hour ago!' I thought to myself as I glanced at the clock getting out of my car and stepping into the rain. 11:54pm. . .

It was my first night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Mike Schmidt, the previous watchman, finally got his chance to move on and land a job out of state that previously he said he could have only dreamt about before working at the aging pizza parlor. Mike had really made a name for himself turning Freddy's around within the few years he'd been there, helping bring back the life it once had in the early 80's. The horror stories and rumors had been silenced, the whole building was refurbished and cleaned, but stuck with its, at this point "retro" styling. Of course the now lovable mascots had finally been maintained; heck, even Foxy was getting fixed.

It was a hard for Mike to say goodbye to the place. On his last weekend in town, Scott Cawthon, the man that bought the restaurant just two weeks after Mike was hired, threw a going away party for Mike and asked any friends and family of Mikes to come and attend. My dad had been friends with Mike since middle school, so when he heard of the party for Mike he immediately made plans for it, dragging me along with him. I hadn't been in Freddy's in years, but I remember going there as a kid and having as much fun a 7 year old could have. Singing all the songs, eating pizza with my friends from school and watching the funny performances the three characters put on for everyone, but I never got to see foxy, and that was the biggest thing that bothered me about going there, I always left disappointed not getting to see Foxy. When my dad and I walked in, being greeted by Mike with hugs from my dad and shaking hands with me on our first introduction, I was once again disappointed to see that Foxy's Pirate Cove was still closed. When I asked Mike if Foxy was ever going to be fixed, he just smiled and said "There's nothing wrong with him, he just needs to come up with some new material!" winking at me while everyone started laughing. Not at all satisfied with the answer I was given, I still laughed out of respect for Mike, but still looked back at Pirates Cove wondering when I would see Foxy for the first time. While gazing in that direction, I could have sworn I saw the curtain sway, but put it off as a draft and went back to the party.

Two months later, approaching the winter season, I'm walking in the front door as the new watchman. Well I say walking, but I was really all but sprinting through the door as not to be late, almost slipping and falling from being completely drenched from the building storm. When Mike left, Scott was very adamant about hiring me for whatever reason, probably from my dad talking to Mike and Mike to Scott. While already having a well paying job as a mechanic, the winter months left me with very few paychecks, so a second source of income was welcomed. During the interview process, Scott walked me around the building and showed me around briefly. Unable to keep myself from asking, I brought up some of the old rumors that had been long forgotten by most. We stopped in the office and sat down, where Scott sighed and said "Alex, this place has been though many changes with Mike around. I have to admit, it had a certain un-nerving presence about it when I bought the place, but that only lasted for the first week. After that, Mike started showing up early and leaving late. The door batteries would even still have a full charge like he never even used them. Mike told me he took care of some "bugs", and that this place was completely harmless. He also said that you would make a perfect replacement" while smiling at me. Chuckling, I replied "Guess I don't really have a choice, I'll try to strut my stuff tonight." We both smiled, I thanked him again for the job, shook hands and we went our separate ways.

I whipped myself around, locking the door behind me and made my way to the office where I would spend the morning, glancing at pirates cove as I went by. "I really hope there's a heater hidden in this office, I hate wet socks" I muttered, making my way back. Arriving at the security desk, I punched in for the night. I pulled the card back and see it reads 11:58. 'Earlier would have been nice, but at least I'm not late on my first day' I thought as I sat down. As I was getting comfortable, I noticed a white box in the middle of the desk with my name on it. I pulled it into my lap to open it, but before I even pulled on the lid, I jumped from a loud audible "CLUNK", followed by some rattles and finally a "CRASH!" of breaking glass. I was frozen by the sound. I sat there for a moment before grabbing a flash light and the taser that was left on the desk collecting dust. I checked the cameras to see if I could locate where the racket came from. Unable to see anything useful, I stepped out of the office into the west hall, flashlight in one hand and taser in the other.

You couldn't tell because I was still soaked, but I was sweating bullets compared to how I was not twenty minutes ago. Scooting down the west hall, I got ready to bring up my flashlight. I put myself on the corner before the dining area, took a few breaths and listened for anything. . . It was completely silent, short for the sound of the fan back in the office and rain outside from the broken glass door. I took a sharp breath then jumped around the corner with my flashlight, turning it on as I came around. My beam landed on a masked man in front of the east hall, and looked like he was sneaking over to the west hall where I just came from. "SIR! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY! LEAVE OR ILL CALL THE POLICE!". 'Wow I'm dumb. I am so stupid! Why didn't I just call the cops instead of all this stupid sneaking around shit!? I could be sitting in my safe little office with the doors closed waiting for the police to get here, but now I'm out here with him and he knows I haven't called the authorities. . .' I scolded myself as the intruder jumped from me startling him, but after hearing me he composes himself and pulled out a knife. He lunges at me at me with the sharp weapon, I duck right and bought the taser to his lower stomach, smashing on the button and. . . . Nothing. . . In that split second I hit the button again. . .Nothing. The batteries were dead. I tried to pull back, but the man brought up both his arms, grabbed me and threw me towards the middle of the dining area. I hit the ground hard, but got back up just in time for the man to hit me with a hard right, almost knocking me down again. As I'm recoiling from the hit, I grab a chair and brought it with me as I turned back towards the man, swing it as hard as I could at him. It hit right on the side of the head, knocking him down.

I should have left him there and made a beeline for the office, but now I was mad and I let my anger get the better of me as I got down and started beating the robber. As I landed punch after punch he flailed the hand he had the knife in. He began to nick and cut me a bit before landing a good blow to my stomach. This made me fall back a bit, giving the man his chance to get up and run for the door. I jumped up and started to run after him, but something was wrong, I didn't feel right. The man jumped through the broken door and disappeared into the rainy night. I stopped and looked down at my slightly cut arms, which seemed fine, nothing deep, but then my lower shirt started feeling wet, I looked down and saw my shirt bloodied. That last hit to my gut was with the knife, and with this realization and the adrenalin wearing off, the pain arrived. It completely crippled me. It hurt so bad, the wound on my stomach throbbed and my arms stung. I went to turn to go back to the office, but my legs went to jello and I started to lose my feet out from under me. As I was falling and saw the tile get closer and closer, I heard footsteps running towards me. Just as I was to hit the floor, I just stopped. Looking down I saw blood was dripping off my shirt to the ground, and as I looked up, my vision beginning to go blurry, I saw a pair of metal feet in front of me. Looking passed them I could see Pirates Cove was wide open, but no Foxy. "huh, that's weird" I said weakly before passing out.