Author's Note: This is the only time you'll see a note up here. They'll be at the bottom from now on. Anyway, there are just a few things I need to clear up. One: this story will be short; around 6-8 chapters. Two: The animatronics are sentient, and not possessed by the spirits of dead children. Sorry. Three: this, as the title suggests, will be part one of a series (possibly, depending on the response). Think of it as seasons of a television show. So, that's it! Let me know your thoughts on this beginning! I'll have the next chapter up tomorrow or the day after at the latest.

Mike Schmidt's day had not been going well. First, he had overslept and had to skip out on breakfast in order to make it to his first job as a gas station cashier on time. And if things weren't bad enough, the boss made, no, forced him to promote the business by spinning signs out on the street corner—a thing that he neither wanted nor knew how to do. But the manager was insistent, threatening his employment over it. And because he needed the job he had no choice but to take the sign with a fake smile and exhaust himself all-day.

Thankfully though the horror was over now, and he could settle in for a relaxing night at his second job as night watchman at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Ever since the animatronics had ceased their endeavors to kill him, he found the job rather—peaceful. He didn't dare ask the question as to why the animatronics had suddenly gone docile; he just took it as a miracle and watched them wander the facility each night.

But tonight his peace had been ephemeral, for just ten minutes into his shift, he received a phone call from the manager, a woman named Julie, and what she had to say was not to the guard's liking.

"Schmidt," she began, voice short and aggravated, "our delivery guy just quit on us and we need you to fill in for him tonight."

Mike nearly shot out of his chair, "What?!" he yelled, "Delivery! You can't be serious, I'm just the security guard; I don't—I don't know how to do that!" This had to've been a joke! How could this be happening to him again?

"You know how to drive, right?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she plunged on. "It's simple. Just drive to our other location on the other side of town and pick up the shipment of endos that just arrived. And be back before six! If you're late you'll be searching for a job elsewhere."

Mike felt his mind reeling from the sudden information. It was as if he stepped out into some parallel dimension; one where his employers stopped acting logically. He didn't even know they had a different location other than the one he was currently in, let alone that he would have to drive to it! All he could do was blink as he gripped the phone to his ear, trying to think of a response.

"Schmidt? Schmidt! Are you listening?!"

He hesitated. "What… I don't even… Can't someone else do this?" he finally managed.

"No." she said curtly. "I wouldn't have wasted my time asking you if there was. Now get to it! The company vehicle is currently getting repairs, so you'll have to take the CEO's RV he's left for you in the back parking lot. There's a GPS in there so you shouldn't get lost."

An RV?! He thought. How the hell am I supposed to drive RV?!

She continued: "Now, the vehicle might not be in the greatest of shape, but that doesn't mean you can go wild! If you so much as scratch the thing, it'll be coming out of your pay! You got me? Now get going! Time's wasting." She hung up.

Mike held onto the phone for a minute before deflating back into his chair with a long sigh. He ran his hands through his hair as a growl escaped. "I hate this place." He said flatly. "Ugh! Why do I have the worst jobs?!"

He just shook his head for a moment, knowing there was no way out of this without losing his job. One thought remained: Well, this'll be fun!


The RV was indeed in the back, just not in the parking lot. No, the oversized vehicle was sitting in a small garage attached to the building.

Mike just gritted his teeth as he threw open the side door of the thing and climbed in, mumbling angrily about the thirty minutes of utter panic he had just endured trying to find the thing, not to mention getting around those freaky animatronics! The way the looked at him—staring. It might've been better if they at least had attacked him. He shrugged it off, taking in his surroundings.

The inside of the thing looked just as old as the outside, hollowed of nearly every piece of furniture except for a long counter that ran parallel under a set of windows, and the driver and passenger's seats in the front. There also was a pyramid of cardboard boxes covering the whole back end, making it nearly impossible to access the back. He sneered at it, knowing he would have to move them when the endos came.

As he plopped into the rather massive driver's seat, a single thought crossed his mind, causing him to laugh dryly. I'm actually doing this…

He took a moment adjusting everything to get comfortable, before grabbing the keys from the dashboard and sticking them in the ignition. The old thing shook violently alive as he started it, feeling like it might shatter from the wearing parts. Once it calmed down enough for him to feel comfortable, he started the GPS that was held nicely on a stand on the dashboard. Like Julie had assured, the coordinated were already set on the device, and the automated voice began speaking.

I better get paid double for this! He told himself, pulling the large vehicle out from the pizzeria and onto the quiet nighttime streets. He followed the GPS onto the highway, settling in for the thirty-mile stretch. He sighed.

Maybe this won't be so bad, he thought. Kinda relaxing…

"Where we be off ta, bucko?"

Mike nearly swerved into on-coming traffic as he jumped at the rough voice right next to his ear. As he shot around to look at the speaker, he paled, seeing a tall crimson fox smiling back at him, eyes full of excitement. Thankfully he had pulled over to the side of the road, because he passed out just a second later.