NekoHinaFanboy back with my second FanFic! I was inspired to write this from "Survive the Night" by MandoPony. The lyrics are from "Survive the Night". I plan to make this one longer than the first. Maybe around ten chapters. I own nothing!

Survive the Night

My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald. It's my first night working as the Night Guard at the second Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. There are some rumors about working as a Night Guard at the previous location, most involving the guard having to hide behind the doors of his office in order to "survive the night", whatever that means. As I enter my new office, I quickly realize that, if the rumors were true, I don't have any doors to hide behind. All I have is a flashlight and an empty Freddy Fazbear head.

Once it becomes 12 A.M., the phone rings and a recording started to play. I could tell that the tape was old because it mentioned a "new summer job" when it is currently November. After the call ended, I started to check all of the cameras. As I come across the Stage Cam, instead of seeing the original animatronics, I saw the "Toy versions". Much unlike their furry predecessors, these animatronics seemed to be made of plastic. I only see the main cast on stage, but I can only assume that there was a "Toy Foxy". I begin to search for the fox. The last camera in my search was for Kid's Cove. What I found was absolutely terrifying. Instead of a new-looking animatronic, I saw a mangled mess of one.

This place was already creepy enough as it is. I once again flip over to the Stage Cam. I notice that Toy Bonnie is missing. I would say that this can't get creepier, but I am often wrong. I start looking at all of the cameras, but my search does not last long as I soon hear something in the right vent. I checked the camera in the right vent to find Toy Bonnie crawling into my office. The Phone Guy did say to put on the Freddy head in this case, right? As the blue animatronic bunny exits the vent, I throw on the Freddy head to disguise myself. Toy Bonnie stares at me for a few seconds, but instead of leaving, he starts singing.

"Hey there! How ya doin'? Nice to meet you! Are you new in town?"

I am utterly shocked that this is currently happening.

"Don't think I've seen you before! It's great to see new faces around!"

I remembered that the Toy animatronics had facial recognition for a minute there.

"And if you'd like it, I can give a tour of our enchanting wonderland, new and improved without the doors!" I nod at Toy Bonnie and he begins to lead me around the building. As we walk through the building, I find myself thinking about how this place would be a lot less creepy in the daylight. Toy Bonnie continues halfway through. "There's no escape, but then, who would want to leave? It's a fantastical paradise, and it's not make-believe!"

I grow extremely concerned when the animatronic mentioned that there is no escape. Then I question why there is no escape from a pizzeria directed toward children. Is there something more to this place than what meets the eye? We eventually reach the stage; on which Toy Bonnie takes his place.

"I'm so glad to have another member of the band! You're one of us now, so let me take you by the hand!" Toy Bonnie reaches out his hand. I take it and he pulls me up on stage, handing me a bass. Toy Chica and Toy Freddy both seem happy to have me on the stage to play with them. We play songs for what seems like an eternity.

All of a sudden, their eyes turn completely black with small, white pupils. I may often be wrong about things, but when I get a bad feeling, I am always right. Toy Bonnie resumes his solo singing as he stares directly at my face. "But what is that I spy, with my robotic eye? I think I see a bit of flesh inside the new guy!" The three animatronics start to back me into a corner, panic coursing through my veins. "Maybe he isn't everything that he seems. Time to investigate what's underneath the seams!"

Just as the animatronics were about to grab me, the grandfather clock chimed 6 A.M. The animatronics went back to their default stage positions and I returned to my office to retrieve my belongings and clock out. If there was one thing that bothered me the most, it would have to be the fact that I never saw a grandfather clock in the restaurant. It certainly was not a recording like the Phone Guy. I leave the building, hoping that I can survive the night until I resign at the end of the week. I know that there is something more to this place, but is it really worth staying more than a week? At the moment, my survival is more important than my curiosity.