Yay! This is my very fist Five Nights at Freddy's fanfic! I love that game and my favorite animatronic is- of course- Foxy! I can't wait to read all of your comments! If you review, that is…

Disclaimer: I do not own the game; Scott does.

Introduction

Hi, my name's Daniel Takisha, and I'm 17 years old. I live with my dad and uncle-my only relatives alive. See, my whole family was in a fire accident when we were having a family reunion. My dad, uncle, aunt, and I were the only ones who survived. Two years later after that incident, my aunt was diagnosed with a serious disease, and died a month later. My uncle was devastated and visited her grave on a daily basis. Our 'family' needed money badly, so I decided to give up my position as a college student and try to find a job.

The first noise I heard on February 4 is the obnoxious beeping of my alarm clock. Groggily, I sat up and stumbled to the bathroom. "Huhhhhh…another day trying to find work," I mumbled. After I finished what I need to do, I changed into a greenish T-shirt and ragged jeans.

Still half-asleep, I climbed down the stairs and into the dining room, where my dad greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hey son, how are you doing today?" I grumbled an answer. "Well, I'm going to work and your uncle is going to visit your aunt…again. So you'll be home alone, okay?" I nodded, picked up a cup of coffee and some waffles, and plopped down onto a seat. I grabbed the newspapers sprawled around the table, and immediately caught sight of an interesting ad.

Help Wanted

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.

12 am to 6 am

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week

To apply call: 1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR

"Holy guacamole! Dad, look at this!" I immediately took out a red pen and circled the ad. Dad leaned right to take a look at the newspaper. "A hundred and twenty dollars a week! And it's only to be a security guard! That'll be enough cover all of our debts by the end of the month!"

"Well? What are you waiting for? Get your bike and leave before anybody else gets the job!" Dad was also excited- I could tell by the glimmer in his eyes.

I nodded, put on my sneakers, grabbed my bike, and raced outside into the streets in a blink of an eye. That ad was like a miracle just waiting for me! my thoughts were of nothing but the paycheck I would get if I got the job.

Facing towards the sky, I showed everybody the joy I have in my soul.

"WOO-HOO!"

Foxy

My head is about to explode because of the children. I growled. Those stupid landlubbers were the cause of me shutting down. I peeked through the curtains that held me prisoner, staring at the humans, planning the day in which those scallywags would walk the plank of me ship.

Yar har har. Ye can call me Foxy, me animatronic name, but I like the name John. I'll tell ye, one day I'll be sailing the seas, free form the wrath of this place. But for now I'll wait.

"It's a good thing that that…monster is shut down. I would literally die if my son got bitten…" My attention swerved to the woman before the curtains. She was talking to another woman. "But it's still a disappointment that this place, a place of safety, actually lets such a monster to be with the children."

"Watch ye mouth," I muttered, even growling a bit. "I didn't mean to bite that child. It was the glitchy programming ye scurvy dog!" I quickly covered me mouth with me hook, for I was too loud. "If it wasn't for me friends being closed down if something bad happened here again, I would send ye to Davy Jones Locker..." They be talking 'bout the Bite o' '87. I accidently bitten a child while prefoming a play, and the manager shut me down immediatley. Now I'm here to rust alone...It wasn't even my fault, that kid just stuck his head into me mouth while I be talking.

I sighed. It be a long time ago, but they're still murmuring about it, as if I wouldn't hear.

I did, and e'ery words stabs me heart, bit by bit.

Clear oil came pouring down my snout as the woman started ranting about how awful I am.

"I'm a good lad…" Whimpering, I closed my eyes and ears, trying to escape reality and into a land where I be ruling me own Pirate World.

Don't judge me. After all, I am a pirate. A sensitive pirate.

Daniel

Finally. I parked my bike next to the big building entitled "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" I didn't notice that I was holding my breath, but I knew once I felt a rush of relief overwhelm me as I spotted the 'Help Wanted' sign plastered on the windows.

I opened the door, and found the place to be filled with children with different ages and sizes. There was a purple bunny-like animatronic playing a guitar on-stage, while a brown bear-like animatronic sang 'Happy Birthday' to a bunch of screaming kids. A yellow chicken-like animatronic was giving out pizza and birthday cake. I shivered at the chicken. I think it's the eyes and how it looks like a frickin' duck that makes me kind of want to stay away from it. The glare…it just stares into your soul once it looks at you…

Finding a more non-crowded place, I collected my thoughts. First, how the heck am I going to find the manager? Either I search for him myself, or I have to ask the animatronics, which probably won't even respond.

"Hey…"

Quick as lightning, I turned around, only to have a purple curtain with yellow stars stare back at me. A red snout, barely visible, was poking out of it. I jumped, half-screamed. A red hand quickly grabbed my mouth, shushing me in an instant.

I watched, wide-eyes, as the red creature showed itself. He- or she- looked around for anybody, and then stared back at me. "Ye give me one reason not to hurt ye…I dislike humans." It was a fox with a scratchy pirate voice. One of its eyes was covered with an eye patch and he has a hook on his left arm instead of his hand.

"Ummm…" I gulped. I have no idea what he is capable of, and I was scared. "I-I was just trying to find the manager…I want to apply for the job of being a security night-"

The fox dropped me down, his face softening. "He be in his office, the third door on the right in that hallway," he pointed west of me and disappeared into the shadows of the curtains.

Still a bit shaken, I stumbled to the hallway, wondering how the heck would a frickin' animatronic hear and respond to me. Come to think of it, there was an 'Out of Order Sign' next to the curtain/stage thingy.

I almost walked by the door I was looking for, and knocked politely, hoping that no one was in there before me to sign up for the job. The door opened after a minute showing a man between the 30s and 40s.

"Uh-hello? You're here for…?" I wasted no time. I told him about the ad in the newspaper and how I wanted to apply for the job as a nightshift guard. He smiled really big, gave me a few paperworks (It was actually just one…), and gave me a quick tour. I was in heaven.

This was the dream job I always dream of.

"And this is your office in which you would stay in from 12 am to 6," I nodded, excited to start. "Well, you've got the job." He handed me a hat with the sign 'Night Guard' on it and walked away, leaving me in a state of joy.

"I can't wait for 12 am to roll by. This will be a blast!" Well, not the party blast. I really wanted to do something other than searching for a job that's boring in my opinion. In some of the comic and fiction books I've read, security gaurds always have some kind of adventure. I particularly skipped out of the pizzeria, grabbed my bike, and raced back to my house. I immediately dialed my dad's phone number and filled him with details about the 'interview'

"Huh? No interview and just one paperwork to fill? I don't know…I have a bad feeling about this job now…"

"Dad, I'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about." I hanged up and went to my bedroom. Now that I think about it, it is pretty weird…I mean, is he desperate, or is the pizzeria just a really weird place?

I sighed, "First that animatronic fox creature, and now I'm having doubts about the job. Who cares? I really need the money anyways…" My mind turned off as I fell fast asleep.

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