1 Year at Freddy's

by Stryke Slagar

Most people last only five nights. This one...well read and see. Warning: Lots of violence and intense fighting.

1. Chapter 1

1 Year at Freddy's

By TF-Lover

"No please stop!" A security guard by the name of Markus Turk, based off of his name tag was being dragged across a floor by an unknown assailant. Like many other Security Guards he'd failed in surviving the sadistic game that was played by the denizens of the hell hole known as Freddy Fazbear's Family Pizzeria. The place was badly in need of renovations having cobwebs, tile stains, and an unseemly odor.

"Your such a whiner. You lost the game now take your penalty." The voice was surprisingly calm and despite the towering black silhouette, minus the glowing blue eyes, it was very young and sounded almost like a teenagers voice. Dragged inside a door that said 'Employee's Only'. Screams were heard along with the sound of broken bones and tearing flesh. Suddenly everything goes black.

"And tonight's episode features the end of Markus Turk. Honestly?! I expected better from such a venerated War hero. I mean come on at least reach the 3rd Night for crying out loud! Fight back or do something." The voice came from a man dressed all in a red suit. And this was no Santa Clause. The suit was your classic business attire having gold buttons. The face was that of a young adult with salt and pepper hair, with a black mustache and goatee adorning his chin, and bright amber yellow eyes.

"Ummm boss," came a young androgynous voice. "Just how many more times do we have to do this? Between you and me…I don't want to hurt anymore people." The man's eyes glared at his communicator. "He then put on a sly grin.

"Have you completed the formula yet?"

"Not yet. The formula can automatize easily, but not keep em alive boss. This voice was the same as the one who had been dragging Markus Turk.

"Then I don't know how to fix you. You'll just have to keep trying and that means more games. I know its taxing my friends but please bear with me. This is all for your restoration after all. Until you've perfected the formula, don't ask me again. Ever. Understand. Or else I'll send GF to motivate you again.

"No need to do that!" this voice was definitely female. "We'll just try harder. Yeah harder than before!" The man turned off the comm link. And turned around to a screen full of silhouetted profile images.

"And that gentlemen is how you keep your slaves in line. All things aside you'll be receiving copies of your Snuff videos soon as your donations come in."

"Not so fast Mr. Manager."

"Excuse me."

"We're growing tired of the typical murders and sound effects. We want more juicy details. We'll be cutting off your funds unless we start getting more worthy work from you." The Managers fist slammed down on the desk.

"You can't do that to me! The donations you send barely keep my business afloat!"

"Then you better start delivering. First you promised us sentient robots, then a formula that autotomizes people. Now Snuff films? If we don't start getting our money back we'll juice you dry." All the screens went blank.

The Manager growled. How was he supposed to do this now? If snuff wasn't whetting those fat bastards anymore what else would?" Suddenly he got an e-mail. Opening it he saw it was a resume for the job of being Security Guard at the pizzeria. He then grinned and chuckled. Even though he was the enemy of him, God had blessed him with a tantalizing new possibility.

Mike Schmitz, wasn't like most guys, because she wasn't one. She was simply went by Mike since her real name Michel Alexander Schmitz, was too long a name and since she was a lover of mechanics and the supernatural, most wouldn't dare call her a girly-girl. She was the reigning champ of martial arts, wrestling, and volley ball at her school and no 'guy' could hold a candle to her. Unfortunately her latest debacle had gotten her expelled from school and kicked out of her parent's house.

She was currently living in a small 1 bed apartment and had been searching for jobs. Her resume wasn't however what you'd expect. She was a grade A student, but mechanics around town wouldn't take her seriously, and no schools would hire her.

Then she heard about Freddy Fazbears Family Pizzeria. Right now the Security Guard job was taken but she'd heard a rumor about how no one ever lasted over a week or less. Meaning the job would be open soon enough. Sure enough the wanted Ads came out but surprisingly no ad for the job and her rent was due soon. She was just about to give up when she got an e-mail.

"Dear Mr. Schmitz,

Freddy Fazbear's Family Pizzeria would like to welcome you to our family. For
$4.00 an hour we're willing to try you out. Funds are limited at this time so
please understand. The hours are from 12 am to 6 am and you will be given hands
on help for your first nights on the job. Simply sign on the dotted line after reading
the rules and regulations below.

Freddy's Fazbear Family Pizzeria does not hold any responsibility for any injuries, medical emergies, disapearances, bpdily harm, death, or dismemberment to the one working at Freddy Fazbear's Family Pizzeria.
The Security Guards job is to provide maintenance for the Animatronics and not cause them any harm in any sort of way. This includes messing with their programming, and harming them in any form of self-defense.
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah

_X

It was a no brainer.

"Mike Schmitz." Crossbones, skull, crossbones, skull. And hello new job, with new friends, and best of all money! Wait a minute…MR?! Oh they are so dead! Well they just better not make me wear no stupid skirt.