Five Nights at Freddy's: Mike Scmitt's Story

by theprophet316

Mike Schmitt has been asked, or I guess, forced to work at a haunted pizza palace. Long ago five kids went missing and now Mike has to work here. Do you think he has what it takes to survive in this haunted place.

1. Chapter 1

Hey guys. This is my first story, so if it's terrible, I'm sorry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

I own nothing. All is from Scott Cawthon.

Chapter 1

Let's get down to business, I'm going to a place where people say that five children went missing, and some others say they were killed by a man in an animatronic suit, and they expect me to work there from 12 am to 6 am for $4 an hour? I have a feeling that this may not go well.

Oh well, allow me to introduce myself. I am Mike Schmitt. I've been hired as the night watchman, security guard, whatever you want to call it. I had no choice to work here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Anyway, I sit in a room for 6 hours every night for a week at a time. I have a tablet like device to control the cameras, sort of, so I can watch four robotic animals that are "loved by children of all ages". The four robots, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy, all apparently move around at night.

Ring-ring ring-ring. There's a phone. Maybe I should use it to call someone to tell them that this is a stupid idea. "Hello, hello. Uhh... I wanted to record a message for you..." Ugh, this could go on for a while. "... Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..." Get on with it. "...Upon the discovery of damage or death has occurred..." Death, okay I'm done, I quit. Click. I don't want to listen to you anymore.

Checking the cameras. Okay, the robots are exactly where they should be. I guess I will just sit here and wait for 6 am. Whurr-whurr. Huh? WHAT THE HECK? The bunny moved. Where is he? Where is he? Found him, he's in the dining area where the kids eat and enjoy the shows. I hate this place. How's my power? 89%? Okay, time? 4 am. Not bad. Moving right along. Beep-boop whurr. Oh no. Why? The duck moved. By the way, Chica is a duck not a chicken. 5 am. Doing good. Doing good.

Come on. Whurr-whurr-whur... Great lights out. Hum-hum. And Freddy's in the room. How could this get any better? Boop. No lights. Ding-dong ding-dong. 6 am! Yes, made it. I'm free. Until tomorrow.

So what did you think? The phone call was actually quoted right from the game. Well, until next time. Freddy and friends are waiting.