A/N Hello? Hello hello? Well, if you're reading this, then chances are you've made a very poor reading choice.

Actually, I hope that you haven't. I hope that you will love this story and send in a ton of reviews. I hope that you'll excuse any mistakes a non-player of FNAF makes will writing this fanfiction.

I'm SoulErrorArwitch, the proud creator of several Minecraft fanfictions. I've written two FMA one-shots, and my only crossover is between Percy Jackson and the Bartimaeus Sequence. I update every other weekend.

I'm not Scott Cawthorn. Trust me on that. The only person I own in this chapter is the protagonist. Well, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review!

Chapter 1:

Fight or Flight

I stood in front of the building, the sky ominously cloudy. The stars and the moon were hidden out of sight. I slowly walked down the hallways, trying to remember this place from my childhood. Trying to remember a place of happiness and joy, not a place of decaying and peeling paint.

His advice ran through my head. To get there before my shift even started, and to check all of the rooms on the high tech tablet. I gave a small nod, unaware of the red eyes that peered out of the darkness behind me.

I sat down in the chair and resisted the urge to spin around several times. I needed to focus on the task at hand. Surviving my first night here. If I did survive my first night, I could spin around it after my shift was over. And if I didn't survive my first night…Well, hopefully my animatronic butt could still fit in the seat.

My finger clicked on the first area. Pirate Cove. I could only guess that Foxy was inside the curtains. However, I found Bonnie absentmindedly strumming his guitar on the stage. I stared at the tablet before me. It wasn't midnight yet, was it? How was he doing that-It must be his programming, I decided. He was just practicing. That excuse sounded lame in my head, but it was the only reason that I could think of.

From the sounds coming from the kitchen, I knew that one of the animatronics was playing around with the pots and pans. Probably Chica, I reasoned, since she was the one that wore the Let's Eat! bib all of the time.

And Freddy was lurking around the girl's bathroom. Pervert. I thought to myself, immediately wanting to face palm right afterwards. I had the threat of death looming over my head, and my first thought was that.

I checked the time. It was officially twelve o'clock, and to my dismay an alarm sounded throughout the entire building. Mike hadn't told me about this when I begged him for information. Then again, it had been a whopping seven years since he had worked here.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I checked the east hall. Bonnie, the guitar's strap still on his shoulders, was standing outside the door. Chica came down the same hallway and stopped when she reached him.

I was too terrified to think straight. They couldn't be allowed to come in, I reminded myself. And with surprising speed, I closed the door with the push of a button.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I returned to my chair. I was safe. For that moment, anyways. My gaze returned to the screen before me. I was horrified to see that the power had already gone down several percents. I grabbed for the practically useless flashlight, only to realize that it had rolled onto the floor.

I stared at the west hall on the camera. The two seemed to be talking, their words too soft for the lousy camera to pick up. Bonnie kept pointing to the office-My one defense against them-as he spoke.

I needed to check on the others, I reminded myself. Freddy had moved off to somewhere. Maybe he was in the kitchen. And then there was Foxy. I finally located him in the dining area. He was running around in circles, waving his arms like he was insane. Which he probably was, considering the fact that he believed I should be stuffed into a Fazbear suit.

The power was at only ten percent now. I felt adrenaline surge throughout my bloodstream. It was that fight or flight reflex thing that I had learned about in science back when I was a kid. Now I had to figure out what exactly my plan of action was going to be.

I didn't want to die. I was only twenty-one. Despite not having warm, welcoming arms to greet me after work each day, I wanted to survive. Maybe for myself.

Should I wait for myself to be ambushed by Freddy when the lights go down? What other choice do I have?

A stupid idea snuck its way into my head. If that was the cowardly flight part, this was the fight part. I got to my feet. Should I follow through with it? I was going to die either way, so I thought that I should at least do it with a sense of dignity.

The door opened. Bonnie, who had been in the middle of speaking, stared at me with his jaw agape. Chica, however, took a little longer to notice me. The hall was filled with a creepy silence that sent shivers up and down my spine.

As I awaited my death, I tried to see how they've aged over the years. It certainly wasn't pretty. Their fur looked unclean and matted, and it had lost the shine I remembered so clearly. To add to it, there was several suspicious stains all over them.

Bonnie and Chica looked at me in the same way. I knew that they didn't remember me. I had changed too much since the last time I visited the pizzeria.

"You left the room." It wasn't a question. It was a statement of the truth. I just had done the unprecedented. I had dove headfirst into the dark. Part of me quickly wondered if I had a screw loose. Besides the whole walking to my death thing, there was also the fact that Bonnie's voice sounded more human than I had expected.

"I'm hungry." Chica suddenly announced. She gained a ravenous look to her eyes. Goosebumps appeared on me all over, something I could tell even though I was wearing the night guard uniform. "Wanna raid the kitchen, Bon?"

"Now really isn't the time-"

Chica harrumphed and crossed her arms. "Fine then. I'll go find Foxy. I bet that he would join me." I watched her stomp through the watch room and heard her continue her way down the west hall.

One of the animatronics was gone. That was relief. Maybe I would somehow survive. But then I realized that I was still left with a gigantic, killer bunny. It sounded ridiculous when I worded it that way.

"Why did you leave?" He questioned. The guitar rested against his fur, seemingly forgotten.

I bit my lip in frustration. What was I supposed to say? I ran through all of the available options. "…I saw Foxy doing a weird running thing in the main room." I half lied. The lie sounded almost like the truth to me. Foxy was most likely still doing that.

He stared at me with astonishment in his red eyes. "None of the others would have done that."

"Well, I'm not the others." I retorted, placing my hands on my hips instinctively. Had I really just sassed the killing machine standing before me? …I must really have a death wish.

His artificial eyes twinkled in a way that made me think he would be smiling if he could. "True."

Was I hallucinating? Had I already been stuffed into a Fazbear suit, and this was some sort of strange dream? During the day, the animatronics performed. At night, they forced the unlucky night guard into an animatronic body. So how was this conversation possible?

"The night guard left his post?"

Both Bonnie and I jumped in surprise as Freddy seemed to materialize out of the shadows. "Freddy, would you stop doing that?! You know that scares the shit out of me!"

Freddy sighed. "And you know that we can't use language like that. This is a kid friendly establishment, after all. If the manager hears you speaking that way, you'll end up in…" A light flickered on underneath his chin. The flashlight that he must have grabbed from the office looked so small in his gigantic paw. "scrapyard."

"With that logic, Foxy would have been sent there years ago."

"If you remember, he was out of order when Mike was here." The bear animatronic said darkly. He turned to me, chucking the flashlight carelessly into the room. "So, Mr. Night Guard, instead of me shining this flashlight here on your name tag, want to tell us your name? Oh yeah. Nice to meet you. My name is Freddy Fazbear, obviously. And this is my best friend Bonnie, just as obviously."

I stared at him dumbly. This animatronic was nothing like the Freddy Mike had described to me. This one almost seemed human, not a ruthless killing machine. It was strange to think of them in that first way, but it was the only way I could describe it.

"Bonnie, you're terrifying the poor guy." Freddy stage whispered. If I wasn't so terrified of the situation, I would have found it to be a comical sight. "He must have rabbitphobia or something."

"That's not a word."

"Now it is. I just invented it."

"My name is Alex." That's a lie. A small part of me thought. But if I wanted to keep this dead end job, I would have to pretend that Alex Mauseth was a living, breathing person. But, why did I feel so guilty lying to the animatronics? More importantly, why on Earth had I told them my name?! Albeit, a fake one, but still the one I was going by!

Freddy and Bonnie exchanged glances. The smaller one then cleared his throat after their short silence. "So, Mr. Mauseth, why did you leave your post?"

"Foxy was acting up." Bonnie answered before I could speak.

"And you left?" Freddy said in disbelief as he turned to me. "You actually left to check on him?"
I gave a slow nod and mumbled something under my breath.

"What?"

"Foxy was always my favorite." I repeated louder than before. Pleasant memories filled my head, memories that were hard for me to imagine going with the new Foxy. The killer Foxy. I remembered watching him tell his tales of sailing the seven seas with awe in my brown eyes. I remembered clamoring onto the stage when he allowed it, happy that I was one of the lucky few to help him tell his story that day. Those days seemed so long ago, and they were. The last time I had walked into this building was when I was only eight years old.

Freddy laughed at my answer-A different laugh than the one that Mike had described to me. This was a happy laugh. One that filled me with a strange sense of joy.

"As he says, he's been, 'gaining th' love of laddies fer years'." Freddy did air quotes as he spoke. "Want us to show you where he is? I'll bet one of Chica's pizzas that you'll find him quicker with our help."

Bonnie looked at him desperately. "Don't bet on that, Freddy."

"Why?"

"That means there would be one less pizza for me to eat!" Freddy laughed once again, this time at his best friend's distress. I watched their exchange with curiosity. The animatronics were helping me?! The curiosity changed into shock the longer I watched them. As my mind flashed back to my childhood, I suddenly realized that none of the animatronics that I had met so far-Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica-talked in the same way that they did when I was little. Something had changed. What that was I wasn't sure.