Disclaimer:

I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, nor any of the characters or terms associated with it.

All credit goes to Scott Cawthon (creator and owner)

Some info before you get into it:

Chica is a she.

Foxy is a she.

Bonnie is a he.

Freddy is a he.

Night 1

I drove my car into the near empty parking lot, and parked my car. I stepped out of the vehicle, and looked up at the snow covered building. It seemed a lot smaller, and more run down than I remembered it to be.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." I read aloud. I could remember coming to this restaurant when I was a kid. I was incredibly excited to work at what was practically an icon now. I walked through the front doors, and into the dining area. It was now 11:30 at night, and the only person there other than myself was my boss, who was the manager of the restaurant.

"Hey, Micheal." My boss called me over. I walked towards him, near the main stage.

"Hello sir." I greeted him. I didn't like being called Micheal.

"Listen, I just want to let you know several things before you start your first night." He told me. I nodded, seeing as I had no other choice. "I would first like to introduce you to the characters. This here is Bonnie." He gestured towards the tall purple bunny holding the guitar. "This is Chica." He said, pointing at the yellow chicken that looked a lot creepier than the others. She had one of her hands on her hips in a sassy sort of pose, and the other was holding a cute looking cupcake on a plate.

"Now finally," my boss announced, "is the star of the show himself. Freddy Fazbear." He pointed towards the enormous bear with the spotlight on him. Freddy had to be at least 8 feet tall, not including the top hat. He held a microphone in one hand, and the other was held by his side. Freddy seemed like the most cuddly of the bunch, but I felt as if there was something missing.

"Isn't there a fourth one?" I asked, calling upon my childhood memory. I had been here a while ago, back when the restaurant had different looking characters. Bonnie had looked girly, while Chica had looked... pretty cute. Freddy used to be a weird, brown marshmallow that you could hug. There had been a fourth one that was always taken apart by the others, but I had always left it alone. The way it smiled as it was torn apart was unsettling.

"You must have been here before. You have a good memory." My boss told me. "Yes, there is a fourth one, but she had to be put 'Out Of Order' due to... circumstances." I nodded in understanding, and cast my gaze back at the stage, taking in the characters once again.

"They look creepy..." I stated cautiously, not sure if my boss would become offended. Surprisingly, he chuckled.

"Yeah, they are. I'm not sure why the kids like them, but they do. As long as they bring customers, I'm not complaining." My boss admitted to me. "However, recent events have damaged our... reputation."

"Recent events?" I asked him. I could remember when I was in the restaurant as a child, and something weird happened. It had scared me for a while after that, but that was over ten years ago.

"Never mind." My boss said, shaking his head as if clearing out a bad memory. "I'll leave you to your job." He started heading for the front doors quickly, as if he had a time limit.

"Wait!" I called to him. "What do I do?"

"There is a control panel in the supply closet. Turn off the power after I leave." He called over his shoulder, leaving through the front door. I watched as he locked the doors, got into his car, and drove off without looking back.

"Dammit..." I muttered. I looked at the stage and started talking to the animatronics in a nervous tone. "I swear to god if you start moving..." I stopped there. I didn't think it wise to mutter threats to creepy singing robots. I made my way through the dining area, passing by a section with black and white tiled floor, and star patterned purple curtains. The sign in front of it read "Sorry! Out Of Order".

"So that's where you are." I murmured. I left the room, and made my way to the supply closet. I opened up the control panel, and looked at the various switches. They were appropriately labeled for each room they controlled. I flipped the switch that said Master Control, and instantly everything went dark. I could hear the backup generator start up; a low, humming sound.

"I need to bring a flashlight tomorrow." I mumbled to myself. I felt my way to the hall near the office, and then followed the faint glow of the light in the room. I managed to make the entire walk without tripping. I entered the dimly lit office, with nothing but a crappy, old light bulb to light up the area.

"Definitely bringing a flashlight tomorrow." I told myself. I'm not sure why, but I was nervous. I sat down in the desk chair, and started checking all of the stuff on the desk. There was a tablet, a ridiculously high powered fan, and a stuffed cupcake.

"Great!" I thought to myself. "If I need to stop anyone, I'll throw the less than intimidating cupcake at them." I sighed, and reached for the tablet. I almost messed my pants when I picked it up. It brought up camera feed the second I touched it.

The tablet showed a live feed of the main stage. I stared at the animatronic characters for a full minute.

"You guys are fucking creepy." I muttered, as if they could hear me from all the way back here. I tapped on a different room, and it brought up a different camera feed. This was a view of the backstage area. It looked almost like a murder room. Empty heads lined the walls, and an endoskeleton was sitting on the edge of the table. Shuddering, I switched the camera feed back to the main stage.

I screamed like a little bitch. Not one of my best moments. Bonnie seemed to be staring directly into the camera. Freddy and Chica hadn't moved, but Bonnie was looking, as if it could see right through the camera system. Shuddering, I looked away, shook my head, and then looked back at the tablet. Bonnie's head moved back to it's original spot.

"Did I imagine it?" Nervously, I switched to other camera feeds. The kitchen feed concerned me because I couldn't see anything in the room. I could hear what was going on in the room, but that was it.

The phone on the desk rang. I jumped a good couple feet from the chair, and threw the tablet halfway across the room. Shakily, I picked the tablet from the floor, and set it on the desk in front of me. The phone kept ringing, and I let it. If it was important, they could leave a message. The answering machine got the call for me.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, 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. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?" The person on the phone said.

"Great, a recording." I sighed heavily.

"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's 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.'"

"Wait, what!?" I exclaimed too loudly for the quiet restaurant. "Property bleached!?"

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, 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? 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."

"Quirky!?" I exclaimed, forgetting that this was a recording.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit."

"No! Don't wander!"

"Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. 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?"

"One of them bit someone's head!?" I asked the machine. Stupid recordings.

"Uh, 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 p- they'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on."

"No! Please don't say what I think you're going to say." I was tempted to mute the call there, but I resisted the urge just in case he said something useful.

"...they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

"Fuck no!" I shouted. I turned to the right door, and smashed down the button that said "Door". I did the same to the other side as well. Now that the doors were closed, I felt a lot more relaxed.

"Um, now, 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." I shuddered when I heard that. "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."

"No!" I shouted. I picked up the phone, and turned on the intercom while the call was playing. "All you animatronics better stay the fuck away!" I shouted into the intercom. I regretted that almost instantly. If they could wander around, they could probably hear me too. I set the phone back on the hook.

"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." The call ended with a click.

"Shit!" I shouted. I opened the doors quickly. I noticed that there was a power percentage on the tablet, even when I wasn't using it. I checked the time right after.

"Great, sixty percent at one... two AM." The time just changed. "I can't believe that guy talked for two whole hours."

I picked up the tablet, and checked the main stage once again.

Bonnie and Chica were gone.

"Crap!" I exclaimed, cycling through the rooms. "Where are they, where are they, where are they?" I found Chica creeping around the washrooms.

"Decided to take a bathroom break?" I laughed nervously. I then kept checking the rooms, until I landed on one that was named "Pirate Cove". Something was sticking it's head out from between the curtains. It's eyes were glowing brightly, and it was staring directly into the camera.

"Thaaaat's not creepy at all..." I muttered to myself. "Where's Bonnie?" I checked all the camera's until I checked camera 2A. Bonnie was just standing there, one foot in front of the other. When I noticed that the light from a room was slowly climbing up Bonnie, I realized that he wasn't standing still. He was moving, slowly, towards me. The camera lost it's signal, and went to static. I threw the tablet onto the desk, and hit the button by the right door that said "Light".

Bonnie was standing in the doorway, seeming to be grinning. His blank eyes seemed to bore straight into my soul. He didn't move, and I didn't blink. I slammed the door button, and the door came crashing down. I finally blinked. I checked the door lights, and I could see Bonnie's shadow being projected onto the far wall.

"Fuck off!" I shouted through the door. I blinked a second time. I checked the door light.

He was gone.

"Damn! They're fast." I opened the door, and quickly flipped through the cameras. I finally spotted Bonnie standing in the backstage room, staring into the camera with dead, black eyes, with the only white being his pupil. After watching him for a good 3 minutes, I went to check back on Chica.

She was gone.

I quickly flipped through the cameras. Nothing. Freddy hadn't moved once, Bonnie was still being a creepy bastard, staring into the camera, and the animatronic at Pirate Cove was still peeking it's head out the curtains.

I heard a raspy moaning sound come from my right. I put the tablet on the desk, and checked the right door lights.

Nothing.

I picked up the tablet again, with a sense of dread. I felt as if something was in the room with me, but I shook it off. I checked back on the animatronics. Bonnie was still staring into the camera, and Freddy still hadn't moved. I checked at Pirate Cove, but the curtains were open, with nothing inside. The sign in front of it said "It's Me".

"Wait," I said aloud, "where's-" I was cut off as the tablet was ripped from my hands, and thrown across the room. Chica appeared in front of my face and screamed a horrible, metallic sound. She opened her mouth, and I could see up close, the 2 sets of teeth in her mouth.

Chica, with in-human strength, picked me up by my neck, and slammed me against the wall, the cold metal pushed up against my back. She had her hand wrapped around my throat, and was squeezing. I struck out at her, and my fist connected with her mask. My hand bounced off harmlessly.

I let out a strangled gasp, as Chica wrapped her other hand around my throat, and started to squeeze. I was beginning to feel light-headed. I tried to take in a breath, but nothing could get through her vice-like grip. I started to thrash around, desperate for air. I weakly kicked at her, but nothing happened.

"This is it," I thought to myself, "I'm going to die." My vision started going dark. My heart was pounding, and my head felt like there was a fire burning it from the inside. Chica seemed to be grinning, smiling an evil smile as she slowly crushed my windpipe. Slowly, I stopped moving. I couldn't move any more. I gave one final gasp, and fell limp. My vision almost gone, I watched as the outline of Chica slowly faded.

A loud metallic screech emanated from the left. I felt Chica's hands come flying off of my throat. I fell to the ground, gasping and coughing loudly, trying to fill my lungs. I lay there, on my side, back pressed against the wall. I heard the sound of struggle, metal clanging against metal, and the sound of a door slamming down. I still couldn't see. I wrapped my hands around my neck, and started to curl up tighter. I felt numb, and tired, all at once. I wanted to sleep, but I knew, deep down, that if I did, I wouldn't wake up.

Slowly, my sight returned. I saw the black and white tiled floor of the office, but anything beyond a foot was hazy, and distorted. With one hand still wrapped around my neck, I used my other arm to slowly get up. I was pushing, using what little strength I had to do that simple task. Almost sitting up straight, my arm gave out on me. I fell to the floor once again, coughing and convulsing. I closed my eyes, and waited. For what, I don't know.

Gently, something picked up my limp body, and set me in a chair. I just sat there. My head burned, and my lungs did as well. I opened my eyes again. Everything was distorted and fuzzy, but I could see at least. Slowly, I cast my gaze around the room. The right door was closed, and papers were strewn all over the ground. There were scratches, and cracks in the floor. I slowly forced my head to turn left. Something was standing there watching me. It was red-brown, and fuzzy looking. My gaze slowly traveled up her gorgeous body. She had to be at least 6 feet tall, with sexy, curvy hips, full breasts, and a beautiful body over all. My eyes locked with her eyes, and that's where things went wrong.

Her eyes were glowing a bright yellow. I jumped so hard I tipped the chair I was sitting in. It started to fall backwards. Suddenly, she was there behind it. She evened out the chair, and then walked back to her original position. Startled by what just happened, I was able to take her in more clearly. Her legs had almost no coverings to them at all, as if something had started to tear it off of her. She had a hook replacing her right hand, and an eye patch flipped up over her right eye. Her fur was in tatters, and in some places, was missing it all together. Her jaw seemed to be hanging loosely off her face. I instantly cringed backwards in the chair.

"Don't hurt me!" I exclaimed. I closed my eyes, and waited for that hook to jab into my head, or for her to tear open my chest, or to force me into a suit face-first. Nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes, with a hand still wrapped around my throat.

She was grinning, if that were even possible. Slowly, her grin faded as she realized that I was terrified of her. She started to come closer to me. I was defenseless against her. Desperate for escape, I leaned back further into the chair, staring directly into her glowing eyes. I was shaking now, utterly terrified of her. Noticing my body language, she stopped her advance, and backed away into a far corner of the room. I moved my gaze from her, and towards the desk. The tablet was sitting face down on the table. Locking my eyes with hers, I reached towards the desk, trying to get the tablet. She noticed what I was reaching for, and grabbed it first. She then approached me, and held it out to me in her left hand. Slowly, I grabbed it, making sure that she didn't try anything.

"Thank you." I told her. I still didn't trust her, but she had saved me, so I at least owed her a thank you. She didn't respond. Instead, she sat on the desk in front of me, watching me intently.

I lifted the tablet to my face, and started checking through the rooms. Freddy still hadn't moved, Bonnie was in the dining area, and Chica was making noise in the kitchen. Positive that no one was near enough to kill me, other than the one in the room with me, I opened up the right side door. She regarded me with a curious look.

"I need to conserve power." I explained to her, gesturing towards the 20% on the tablet. It was only 4'oclock, I wasn't sure if I had enough power to make it through the night. She nodded in response to my explanation. I set the tablet down, face first on the desk. I wasn't going to use it again.

"Uh-My name is Mike." I told her. "Mike Schmidt." If she was going to be in the room, I might as well get acquainted with her. "Do you have a name?" I asked her. She nodded.

"M-y na-nam-e is F-ox-Foxy." She said in a strained, metallic voice. I cringed at the sound. It didn't sound healthy, even for an animatronic.

"Why aren't you trying to kill me?" I asked her. "Or stuff me in a suit?" She looked at me sadly.

"I use-used to, b-but then I-I-I fo-found ou-t what happ-ened to them whe-when I did." Foxy replied to me, seeming to struggle with talking. I wondered if her voice box was damaged.

"Well, why are you not, when the others are?" I asked.

"They did-n't used to-to, but then some-something happened to-to-to us." She looked annoyed that she couldn't fully speak. "We-we were man-manipulated, li-ke puppets on-on a s-string. Like a..." She searched for the right word. "Marionette. I'm no-not s-sure how-how, but I-I-I managed t-to cut my-myself free."

"Why can't the others get free?" I asked her. I felt bad about all the questions, but I just had to know.

"They mu-must have b-been in-in-influenced for too lo-long. E-Ever sin-since we-we were at t-the o-ori-original loca-loca-loca-location." She stomped her foot on the ground out of frustration. The tile cracked under her feet.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side." I joked. She seemed to smile at that. I checked the tablet for the time. "It's five at the moment, and we have fifteen percent power left." I told her. I realized that I had said "we" instead of "I." She seemed to have noticed, and smiled broadly, or at least tried, with her jaw hanging loosely off her face.

"Why-why did y-you come to work he-re?" Foxy asked me.

"I needed to pay rent for my apartment." I told her. "Also because I loved this place as a child."

"Re-re-really?" She asked me. I nodded.

"Yeah, you were always my favorite." I told her. She blushed when I said that. I wasn't sure how she could blush, maybe it was red lights under her fur.

A chime played over the intercom, indicating that my shift was over.

"I guess I have to go now." I told Foxy. She smirked mischievously.

"B-Bye!" She said happily. She walked towards me, and tentatively hugged me. She seemed like she didn't want to scare me, but at the same time, she did. Her body felt so warm, and life like. Maybe she had an internal heater. Foxy released me from the hug, and left out the West hall door. I watched her as she sprinted down the hall, back to Pirate Cove.

"I need a raise." I muttered to myself.

Authors Note (Redone)

I wrote the original A.N. in 2014. It is now 2015, so in a sense, time travel! I was going to have this as a 5 chapter story, but I received so many ideas and I had been inspired, so it's probably going to be closer to 10. First time at something other than Pokemon, so yay! Oh well, continue on if you want, I'm not forcing you.

Please review, as that encourages me to continue writing.

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