ok just to tell you that I will probably update more chapters if this story gets noticd

If you see this '...' It is that persons thoughts

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story it's self.

Right let's begin

As Michal Schmit, other wise known to his friends as 'Mike' or 'Mikey', sat in his rotten, 3 room apartment, on the 37th floor, sitting on his sofa bed staring at the bland puke green wall his mind started to wonder. He wondered what it would be like to have a job, wondered what it would be like to have something's to decorate his almost bare walls. He also wondered what it would be like to have a girlfriend. He quickly got that last thought out of his head. 'I mean who would want to date me' he thought to himself 'I'm just a broke, jobless nobody'. He violently kicked a table in frustration. "You know what, fine I'll check the paper to see if there are any jobs avalible" he muttered to himself. He opened the paper at the jobs section and began to skim through the jobs. About halfway through he found one he like the sound of.

Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria

Come and be a part of Freddys by applying for one of these postions

Cook waiter/waitress day gaurd night guard

to apply please call 1-800-fazbear-pizza

Mike then rushed to pick up the phone. He was so exited about the prospect of a job that it took him several attempts to dial in the number. When he eventually did he had to wait another five minuets on hold. He almost hung up but then someone answered. "Hello, look if you are wanting to book an other birthday party we are unfortunately full" said an exhausted, female voice said. "No, no, I'm not looking to book a birthday" Mike replied. "Oh thank god" she sighed " so what do you want then". "I was wondering if you still had the position of night guard available" Mike asked. Sarcastically the voice said "well what do you know, of course we still have that position open. Now before you decide if you want this or not I have to tell you that it dose not pay well and that place is creepy as hell at night. Now at you sure you still want this"? "Of course I still want it" Mike eagerly replied. "Ok get here at 11.30 so the manerger can give you a tour of the place. Your uniform will be waiting for you. Bye" the voice quickly rushed and then abruptly hung up.

TIME SKIP TO 11.30

As Mike turned the corner into the empty parking lot, he saw whom he assumed to be the manager standing at the door waiting for him. The manager was a small slightly pudgey man with a bald head and no facial hair at all. "Ah hello there son" said the manager in a western accent "so I heard from Selina that you are our new night guard Mr uhhh". "Schmit" Mike says. "Ah Mr Schmit. Well let me show you around the place". As you walk through the double glass doors the first thing hit Mike was the overpowering stench of pizza. The second thing he saw were the animatronics. There was a bear, a rabbit and a chicken/duck hybrid. The manager noticed Mike staring at the animatronics and said "ah I see you have taken an interest in our friends there. Well in case you don't know who they are there ,Freddy Fazbear now Freddy is the main character and also the lead singer. He performs with Chica the Chicken who is a backing singer and also a waitress and Bonnie the Bunny who is the guitarist. There was also a fourth one called Foxy the Pirate who used to have his own stage and preform his own show with his first mate Vixen the Female Fox but the younger children would just tear her apart so she had to be rebuilt everyday. It got so bad she eventually became a take a part and put back together attraction. But then there was the bite. Don't worry though she was scrapped back in 1987 and foxy was put out of order in case something happen to him". By this time they pair had been round the whole pizzeria and we're now at Mikes office. "Now here is where you will watch the animatronics and the pizzeria so no one breaks in. Now just to tell you that at night they all have to into a freeroming mode to stop there servos from locking up. Now any other questions should be answered in a phone call you will likely receive tonight". The manager glanced at the clock behind Mike. "Well it's 11.57 I should better get going goodbye Mr schimt" the manager said before leaving. Mike then heard the doors being locked. Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello? Hello hello? If you are hearing this chance are you have made a very bad career choice".