If you don't feel good, there's a way you could
Don't sit there broken hearted (sit there broken hearted)
Call all your friends in the neighborhood
And get the party started (get the party started)

Charlie Smith tapped his foot to the song on the radio, dressed in his nicest (A black button down, tan slacks and black tennis shoes), waiting for his interview with Fredbear's Family Diner. He'd been there once for his little cousin's birthday party, but he didn't know a whole lot about the place. All he knew was that they needed a manager, and this was bound to be better than working at Hoople's Grocery Store. He looked around and saw a bunch of drawings of a bear and a rabbit, the mascots of the diner. After what felt like an eternity, the door to the office opened. Charlie was surprised to see an old biker woman, dressed in a black leather vest, beat up blue jeans and motorcycle boots walk out.

"You must be Charlie." she said in a bullfrog's croak. She was definitely a smoker.

"Uh... yeah. Hello." Charlie stammered out. The woman smiled warmly.

"Well come on in, sweetie."

Charlie got up from his seat and stepped in the office. Thankfully, there was someone less intimidating in there. A man who looked to be in his mid 30's dressed in an orange sweater vest with a white t-shirt underneath sat behind the desk, with short salt-and-pepper hair, and he had a giant framed picture of Walt Disney behind him. He spoke with a gentle, albeit loud voice.

"Charlie Smith, I assume?"

"Um, yes sir. Hello."

"Please, have a seat!"

Charlie sat down. He was as nervous as a horse in a glue factory, but something about the man's voice and demeanor calmed him down a bit. The man looked at a sheet of paper- which Charlie assumed was his application- before putting it down and looking Charlie right in the eye.

"Well, we can start off with introductions. My name is Walter Bear. I'm the founder and owner of Fredbear's Family Diner. The lovely woman who welcomed you into my office is Joyce, and I can promise you she's not as scary as she looks."

Walter let out a hearty bout of laughter, and Charlie responded with a timid chuckle.

"Now sonny, how old would you say I am?"

Charlie's eyes darted around a bit. He had prepared himself for a thousand questions, but this wasn't one of them.

"Uh... 34? 36?"

Walter let out another boom of laughter. "My my, you kids are getting nicer and nicer. Charlie, I am 43 years of age, yet people assume that I'm a good five, ten years younger than I actually am. Now, why do you think that is?"

"I, uh... I don't know, sir."

"Please," Walter smiled, "call me Walter. Charlie, the reason I look so young is because I FEEL young, and I feel young because I remembered to never stop having fun. You see it so often- someone grows up to hate their job, hate their house, hate their car, they never take the time to go out and smell the roses. They never dance to the beat of the drum, or go watch a whimsical movie or bother doodling in a notebook. They stop having fun, and they get old and crotchety. That's why I opened up Fredbear's, Charlie. I opened it so people of all ages can come and have the time of their life for a couple of hours, and if you get this job, you will be an integral cog in the Fredbear's fun machine. Tell me, what qualifies you to be that cog?"

Charlie pondered the question for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking. "Well, sir, as I'm sure you can tell by looking... um, looking at my resume, I was an employee at Hoople's Grocery Store for three years before this. Often, Mr Hoople would be... er, he'd be busy, so I'd have to run the store all by myself. Handling customers, taking deliveries, stocking the shelves, um... keeping the isles clean, I'd do it all. It might not be on the record, um... exactly, but for the last year and a half, I did most of the management."

"Did you have fun?"

Charlie looked at Walter's cheery face for a moment. "Um... no, not really."

Walter frowned at that. "Oh, that's no good. Well, you've come to the right place, then. Tell you what, kid, I like you. Bit nervous, but I think you have a warm soul in that chest of yours. I think you'll fit in well in the Fredbear family."

"Does, er..." Charlie held back a giant smile "...does that mean I have the job?"

"Well, that depends. Does $2.50 an hour sound good to you?"

Charlie could have jumped out of his seat right then and there. He never made anything close to minimum wage at Hoople's, and now he'd be making 20 cents over?

"Um... yeah, yeah that sounds great!"

"Well, I'd say you have the job! You'll officially start on Monday, but feel free to walk around and get familiar with the place. I think my son's out there working on our special friends right now."

"Thank you very much sir! Um, I'll go look around, then!"

"See you on Monday, Charlie the Manager! Oh, and catch. It's company policy to wear this whenever you're here!"

Walter grabbed a purple polo shirt and threw it at Charlie. Charlie caught it, then got up and walked out of the office. He made sure the door was closed and nobody was around before he jumped up and down a few times in sheer delight. He then made a detour to the men's room and looked at himself as he washed his hands.

He had sloppy cinnamon colored hair and a nose that slanted ever so slightly to the left. His face was narrow, his lips were thin, and he had big, brown eyes. Of course, he had the biggest grin imaginable on his face at that moment. Once his hands had been thoroughly washed, he stepped out of the office and saw the show stage, where two giant robots were standing. One of them was a giant golden bear, the other one a yellowish-blue rabbit. He stepped forward.

"You're the new manager, yeah?

Charlie looked around for the source of the voice, when a man stepped out from behind the rabbit. He was about 6 foot exact (Four inches taller than Charlie) with a long, blonde ponytail and sky blue eyes. He wore the company's purple polo, as well as some beat up jeans and even more beat up running shoes.

"Well, you just gonna stand there or are you gonna answer me?"

"Um.. yeah, yeah. Hello, I'm Charlie."

The man with the ponytail stepped down off the stage, wiped some grease off on his pants and extended his hand. "Wayne Bear. I'm the owner's kid and I'm also the maintenance guy around here."

Charlie shook Wayne's hand, and his eyes darted toward the giant robots.

"So, you fix the robots, then?"

"Charlie, Charlie..." Wayne shook his head a bit, "first off, they're not robots. They're animatronics. But yeah, I not only fix them up, but I helped design them."

Wayne hopped back on stage, between the two animatronics and looked back over at Charlie. "The bear is Fred Bear, and this is Rita Rabbit. Now, the cool thing about these guys is that they're not only animatronics, but they're wearable suits, as well!"

"Really?" Charlie was actually very interested in this. "How does that work?"

"Well," Wayne rattled his hands through a toolbox before pulling out some sort of crank mechanism. "I call it springtrap technology. Basically, you shove this thing up the animatronics' ass and you crank it to the right until you hear a click. That makes it to where all the nasty bits are out of the way and you can climb in there and walk around a bit. You gotta be really careful in there. You move the wrong way and the springtrap'll go off and you're basically fucked from there."

Charlie looked a little concerned. "That... um... that hasn't..."

"Nah, hasn't happened yet." Wayne scratched behind his ear. "I took special care while designing these to make sure that you really gotta be fucking around for that to happen..."

"Wayne, watch your mouth!"

Charlie spun around and saw Joyce standing there, looking sternly toward her son.

"Sorry, mom..." Wayne mumbled before getting back to work on the animatronics. Joyce shook her head before turning toward Charlie.

"Don't know how many times I gotta tell that boy, when you're in the diner you curve the tongue. Anyways, Walter told me that you got the job. Congratulations, Charlie!"

"Thank you, um... uh..."

Joyce chuckled a little bit. "It's Joyce. Don't worry, you'll remember my name soon enough; you're going to be seeing a whole lot of me while you're here. Anyways, how about I give you a tour of the place?"

"Um, yeah. That would, um... that would be great!"

xoxoxoxoxoxo

A/N: I'm going to try to keep the author notes to a bare minimum, since I feel like they really kill the immersion and the flow of a story. Just a few things to say real quick.

First of all, obviously I don't own anything that has to do with Five Nights at Freddys, but I will claim ownership of the human characters that appear. While some of them might be based on characters that appear in Five Nights, the personalities I'm giving them are pretty much all me.

Second, I'm going to warn you now that I'll be taking some very slight liberties of the story. No serious AU stuff, just a few very minor things as we go deeper into the story.

Third, there will be some pretty drastic jumps in the timeline. For example, the next chapter will be taking place two years after Charlie's interview. This is because, while I could create a story that focuses heavily on the OC's I've created, the OC's are an engine to push the story, not the other way around.

Fourth, if you can't tell, Charlie is supposed to be the phone guy. You'll see some other familiar faces as we go on.

Last, if you're looking for a goofy fan fiction where the animatronics are silly and not at all threatening, you might want to keep looking. I'm tired of having to dig around for fan fiction that actually fits the tone of Five Nights at Freddy's and that's why I'm writing this one. If that's your thing, awesome. If it's not, sorry. There's a bunch of fics out there where Foxy fucks Bonnie while Chica rolls her bean or some bullshit like that. This is for the Five Nights fan that actually wants some creepy atmosphere and a not-so-happy ending.

Please remember to review the story, too. The only way I'm going to get better as a writer is if I have people telling me what I'm doing right, and where my flaws are. I appreciate it very much. Will try and have chapter two out pretty soon.

Peace, Love,

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