It's me, it's me, it's me o' Lord,

Standing in the need of prayer.

It's me, it's me, it's me o' Lord,

Standing in the need of prayer.

. . .

The world never really liked Michael Schmidt. Well, it actually all started when he was sixteen and he had to attend his little sister's birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He couldn't exactly remember what happened that day, but it was all over the papers that someone had been attacked by one of the animatronics. But that had been eleven years ago, not everyone could remember it any more. If they did, and if they were there at the time, they certainly didn't like talking about it.

The world liked Michael Schmidt as much as it liked Freddy Fazbear's. A year after that accident two children had gone missing. Well, killed really, it was all captured on film from the joint's security cameras. You can bet a rat's ass that the guy responsible was caught and arrested in a heart beat. Freddy Fazbear's was a main attraction for their town, but it slowly began to decline for a little while in those two years. It had scared the crap out of half of their town's population. Who the hell would want to go to a place where a kid's frontal lobe was involuntarily ripped out of their skull then have two children brutally murdered by a molester on tape?

Ten years later, five kids were reported missing around Freddy Fazbear's. This time, what happened to them wasn't captured on camera. The man that was sentenced to life for murdering the previous children was committed once again for the murder of those five unlucky kids. There wasn't any evidence against him though, but the papers made it certain that it was him. In this stint against them, Freddy Fazbear's fell on hard times faster than you can kill Frogger on the NES. Michael's life ended up faring out just as well. His parents died from a major flu outbreak that no one saw coming. With Mike at 27 and Marianna at 21, it was just him and his sister living in their childhood home as the money left for them grew thin and the bills only got higher.

The preacher at his parents' funeral was the first one to lay it straight for him;

Get a job.

Just as the world hated Freddy Fazbear's and Mike- it almost seemed natural that he decided to take up the dead shift as security guard.

"First day." he told his sister after he had been approved to work as soon as possible. His stunning blue eyes gleamed a bit through his messy brown hair that just barely covered half of his face.

She looked him straight in the eye with no emotion. Her dark blue eyes were a stark contrast to his bright and perspective ones. Her dark blonde hair hung on her shoulders lifelessly that some how reflected her innermost hatred for not only him, but the world in general.

"Don't die." she said in monotone.

Mike continued to smile at his sister- a sort of denial of something he knew but didn't want to acknowledge. Deep down though, fear already had a stronghold in his heart.

It's me, it's me, it's me o' Lord...

Standing in the need of prayer...

Everything was going to be fine. Everything was going to go on as it should. Push stoic sisters aside and brush away the rumors, this job was going to be easy. He would sit for eight hours, just as he was told to before his boss left, and kept on to check the monitor. Mike wasn't allowed to use the actual computer- it was being used for the accounting business that the guard in the morning was assigned to do.

Mike was ready, more than ready actually. But he didn't expect the phone to ring. Unsure of what to do with it, he let it ring over to the voice mail. The voice was unfamiliar to Mike, but he could tell that it was a bit nervous or anxious. As the message played, Mike kept an eye on the monitor while still keeping an ear for the message;

Hello, he-hello? Uh... I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. 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. 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. It's, uh, 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 has 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..."

Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. The-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? Heh, 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. They're, huh, left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Um...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. They, 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?

N-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 pr-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...to a forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Now, um, 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. The, 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.

It's me, it's me, it's me o' Lord...

Mike turned his face away from the monitor for a moment to rest his eyes. The three animatronics were still on the stage. The words of the man of the answering machine didn't scare Mike at all- he had mostly tuned half of it out any way. Mike didn't have a sense of feeling powerless until he looked back at the monitor again.

Bonnie was off the stage.

Curiously, Mike checked the other cameras before finding Bonnie backstage. Mike smirked a little, not at the least being afraid or terrified at the ordeal. Naturally, he thought it was rather funny. A completed animatronic in a room full of unfinished or scrapped parts- what wouldn't be funny about that?

Mike put the monitor down and looked at the time. It was three o'clock already, and the auxiliary power was just a little over 50 percent. This wasn't so hard. What did that guy on the answering machine say again? At this point Mike couldn't remember, but he felt that it didn't matter much anymore any way. With a smile of self assurance, Mike looked at the monitor again. Bonnie was still backstage, but Chica was now off the stage but still close by in the dining area. It still didn't worry Mike.

It's me.

A simple flash that ran through Mike's mind. It was only a tiny spark- but it had surprised him.

It's me.

He was viewing camera 2B at the time. The poster on the wall had changed...

It's me o' Lord...

Mike lowered the monitor and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw an aged Freddy Fazbear suit just laying on the floor. In reaction, he threw up the monitor again- a simpleton's way of saying 'back off and away!' without the need of words. Within this new reaction period, Mike checked the other cameras for the other animatronics.

Chica was still in the dining hall.

Bonnie was now backstage.

Freddy himself had never moved.

Shaken now, Mike put the monitor back down and found that the aged Freddy suit was now gone. It didn't stop his heart from racing any time soon though, and the stunt had wasted a good 20 percent of power now. It was almost five o'clock now. Not much longer until he could go home...