I thought this up after listening to five nights at Freddy's (song) by living tombstone.

Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Bonnie, and Golden Look like how dietstab drew them.

Also, sorry about how this is set up, I'm doing it on a ipad.

Possible long delays, sorry ahead of time.

I don't own anyone or anything but the OCs.

(Oct, 25, 1998)

(Hunters p.o.v)

Deer-deet-deer-dee-thump.

I look at my clock, which says 10:30, pm. Time to get ready for my first night on the job.

I remember looking at the advertisement in the paper.

An old favorite place of mine, Freddy's, was hireing a night guard.

While it was minimum wage, it was better then nothing. Plus, I felt like I needed to go back.

After my real parents went M.I.A in the military 5 years ago, I wasn't let back to Freddy's by my adopted parents. They were still afraid of "The Bite".

Even though I felt at home there.

Even though they helped save both my friend, mike, and me.

-flashback-Nov, 24, 1987-

"Mike, your dad find out?" I whisper to the kid next to me.

"No, and thank goodness for that" he smiled.

I look around and see only my parents, and thankfully not mike's father.

We enter the party room assigned to us and wait a few seconds.

It was time for Freddy and Co to play the usual song at the beginning of a party.

They come out, but they take a double take at what was in the room, or rather what wasn't. Which was nearly nothing, except me and Mike.

"Where is everyone? I thought today a party was scheduled" muttered Freddy, looking around. Foxy, with a violin in one hand, and a violin bow in place of his hook, spots us sitting at a table. "Thee landlubbers must be late, as there be two able seamen waiting" he states, pointing at us.

Mike looks at me, slightly shy, as usual. "Uh, actually, it's just us." he whispers. they hear this and all of their heads snap around to look at us.

Freddy looks at us in surprise, then relief.

"Well, at least you two won't cause as much trouble as the last group." He says. And instead of doing the usual singing, they all hop off the stage and sit at the table with us.

"So, who's the birthday boy?" Asks Chica.

I point to Mike, "He is".

Mike ducks slightly, then, looking bashful,nods.

"Why is it just you two?" Asks Bonnie.

"My dad doesn't like this place, and we don't have many friends." Mumbles Mike.

Freddy frowns "Why doesn't your father like it here?".

Mike sighs "mom always wanted to take me here, but dad never wanted to go, and when she passed away last year, he just never had the money because he spent it all on booze".

Bonnie looks at us questionably "Then how are you here?"

I duck slightly, "His parents helped" Mike says, pointing at me.

Foxy looks out to the lobby, where the parents normally stayed. "They be the soldiers over yonder?"

I nod my head. Chica looks out, then smiles. "I recognize one of them, that's Grace over there." Foxy chuckles, "That be Little Red out there? She's grown quite a bit!"

I laugh quietly. Little Red Fox was my moms call sign when she was in the pilots seat of the "Wild Weasel", the airplane mom and dad flew/maintained. Dads call sign was blue falcon.

Foxy looks at me quizzically, "What ye laughing about?"

"That's my moms call sign" I say.

Bonnie looks at me strangely "Mind explaining?"

"My parents fly a B-1B Lancer, when mom flies she goes by a call sign, Red Fox, when dad flies, he's Blue Falcon, most of the payload crew tend to avoid getting out on it, due to its tendency of finding trouble, hence the name, 'Wild Weasel' " I say.

Foxy laughs and shakes his head.

After that Chica comes in with a cake and a pizza, and we go off the planned party schedule, which involved them doing their song, the kids eating the cake and pizza, then going to the arcade. Instead we all share the cake and pizza (how they were able to eat I'll never know), and Mike opening his presents. Or present, in this case. In it was a little guitar and a 'How to play guitar' book inside. Mike grinned widely when he saw both items. He had always wanted to play guitar after he had seen my dad play. I grab the carry case I had brought and get out my keyboard and plug it in. Once every one was set up, we started to play a few songs, mostly ones we heard about, some we made up on the spot. Mike learned quickly how to play.

After a while we hear a commotion outside. We all stop and look at each other, confused. I look out, and there, fighting with my parents was Mikes drunk father. Not good.

"Mike we need to hide!"

Mike hears his fathers voice just when I shut the door and pales. Then we hear something I hoped we wouldn't hear. My dad yelling. You know those shows where they make fun of someone shouting by 'shaking' the house?, well, my dad bellowed hard enough that the doors shook a lot.

"You touch ether of them and I will personally see that you go to the the jailhouse in an ambulance!"

Mike and I sprint for the door on the other side of the room, just as Mikes father bursts in. Red in the face, and eyes rolling around with a crazed look on his face, he chases after us.

The animatronics try to stop him, but there are tables in the way, plus he keeps throwing tables at both the animatronics and my parents, who chase him in. I hear what sounds like a siren in the distance.

We exit the room to the corridor to the employee only father jams the door as he leaves the party duck into a supply closet/room. Inside we find cleaning supplies and parts for the animatronics. I look around and find a battery and a arm attached to a servo. I grab the arm, Mike grabs some string, some wire, and the battery.

We set up a trip wire trap that will cause the arm to spaz out hopefully, and allow us to get out. Mikes father comes in just as I set up the wire. The arm spazzez out, yes, but knocks some bleach down on us. We sprint out and run down the hall, bleach on our clothes. Mikes father bursts out, wiping bleach from is eyes, and the arm frying itself. He flicks out a knife and slashes at us, slicing my throat as I turn around. I collapse, holding my throat, everything getting fuzzy, trying to yell, but unable to make a sound.

The door to the party room goes wide as my parents, the animatronics, and the police burst through the door and see what's going on. Dad's face is one of pure anger when he sees my throat. The police, dad, and animatronics try to subdue Mikes father as mom tries to help me.

"Ye murdurer, look what ye done!" I hear Foxy yell, right when mikes father rams his head into Foxy's jaw.

I hear a snap, and see a spray of red. I smell an iron/coppery smell. I look over and half of his forehead is gone and is seeping red and pink, and he's still fighting. Foxy stumbles away, a horrified look on his face at what he did. Mikes father collapses, and the paramedics rush in, grabbing him and placing him on a gurney, as a second batch place me on a gurney. I look at Foxy and mouth: it's not your fault.

Foxy looks like he's about to be ill.

"Come on kiddo, stay with us" I hear a peramedic say.

I try to stay awake, but it's hard, between the pain and the tunnel effect.

-flashback end-

I had woken up 4 days later in a hospital bed, unable to speak.

My throat had been too dameged to allow me to speak due to the cut and the effect of the bleach. After that I couldn't talk, and while I could laugh, it was more of a 'ghost laugh' as every one called it. Almost no one could hear my laugh.

Mikes father survived, but was permanently placed in Moriel's asylum for the criminaly insane.

In a way, my dads prediction came true, just not as he expected.

Mike was adopted by a new set of parents, who immediately moved away.

I would bring letters from Mike to the animatronics when I could, but after my parents went M.I.A...

This will be the first time in five years I'll be able to go back to Freddy's.

I grab my satchel bag, containing my lunch, a flashlight, a notepad, a sketchbook, a pencil case, and a book.

I sneak out the back door, trying not to wake my adoptive parents.

I unlock my bike and start down the street.

I go down main, pass by corner stores, various supermarkets, and a knock off Freddy's.

I sigh and shake my head as I pass the knock off. They never had the same type of animatronics Freddy's had.

The knock offs just stood still and played prerecord songs, not even interacting with the audience.

I turn up Freddy's and lock my bike up at the bike rack in the employee lot.

I enter, and a manager shuffles over.

"Hunter wright?"

I nod.

"Your early, but I guess it's a good idea to make a good impression on the first day, yes?"

I smile weakly.

"Not much of a talker are you?"

I get out my notepad and write: 'I can hear, but I can't speak'.

I point to my throat.

The manager reads the note, looks up and winces.

"Oh, sorry"

I wave it off as nothing.

"Well, I suppose it's a good idea to give you a quick run down of the basics on your first day, right?"

I nod.

He takes me to this tiny room.

"Alright, here's your office, your job is a simple one, all you have to do is flick through these cameras-" he indicates a led screen and a switch board with tags above them saying what parts of the building the cameras were in,"-and make sure no one breaks in, ok?"

I nod.

I look at the clock,11:30.

I look around, but the manager ran off. I sit don on the chair, and flick through a few cameras, just to get used to the feel and to find the manager.

"Little early aren't you?"

I jump, looking behind me I see the manager holding a cup of soda and 3 slices of pizza on a plate.

I grin sheepishly.

'Just trying to get used to useing it' I write.

He nods.

"Good idea."

I look back at the screen, which is set for the stage at the moment.

I look at Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie, who all look like no one even bothered cleaning them up recently.

Suddenly the screen cuts out.

Huh?

The manager looks over my shoulder and frowns when he see's that it's on, but I'm not getting any vid feed.

"Odd, that shouldn't have happe-"

A screech erupts from the speakers in the switch board as a message suddenly pops up on screen

'Get out, please, we can't control ourselves after dark.'

Ookay, not the first day prank I expected.

The screen goes black, and for a second I see my green eyes reflecting in the screen, the it powers back up.

I look at the manager.

He looks like someone bleached his whole face.

"Uh, I've heard that a message will flicker on screen, but nothing like this."

I raise my brow quizzically.

This has happened before?

I look at the clock. 11:45.

The manager looks at his wrist watch.

"Well, I best be leaving, see you tomorrow."

He quickly leaves.

I sigh. What have I gotten into?

That's it for now.

Please R&R.