Author's note: Okay, this is not only my first FNAF fanfiction; it's also my very first fanfiction EVER. I'm probably going to make a lot of mistakes along the way. Please, bear with me. Any suggestions/review would be greatly appreciated!

This is an AU. I don't want to spoil so you will have to wait to see the differences.

Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's. It's property to Scott Cawthon.

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FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.

12AM to 6AM.

Monitor cameras; ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.

To apply call:

1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR

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I drew a red circle over the ad. This could be it! Finally a proper place where I can a get a job. Probably not the best choice, but if I don't sign up now, its game over. Yes, I need a job badly, so I pick up the phone, and start dialing to the pizzeria...

...

-Freddy Fazbear Pizza. How may I help you?

-Uh, Hello? My name is Mike Schmidt and I'm willing to take the night watch position if it's still available.

-Oh, really? Good! Come to the pizzeria at 6PM and I'll get your position ready. Don't be late!

-Wait, don't you need-*beep* -The call ended abruptly.

How professional... But I still need a job. So I ignore it and went for a quick shower, got dressed up, and leaved the house. It was a long trip from here, so with a deep breath, I start walking my way to the pizzeria.

...

As soon as I arrived I was greeted by man calling my name. Since there was no one else around, I assumed he was the boss of this place.

-Mike! Good to see you!

I just waved my hands at him, confused on why he always seems to be on a rush. He immediately began giving me a quick tour of the place: The animatronic characters, the show stage, dining rooms, and papers of children with the gang drawn by the kids, and many other locations. So nice and dandy, until a sign on the Pirate's Cove called my attention.

-Out of order? -I say with a slight tone of sadness.

-Ah, he, um... well... -He stutters, trying to make a proper sentence. I look at him with worry, what's so important about it? I just asked why it was out of order. After a few seconds he finally managed to speak again.

-Let's just say that a serious accident happened with the protagonist of the cove, and we had to put him out of commission.

-Huh? Why? -I ask, not understanding the reason. He shudders and drags me out of the cove, moving me to the office.

-This is your office, where you will be working. -He grabs a tablet and turns it on. -Here you will be monitoring the building in case of suspicious activity. -Tapping on the screen experimentally, switching between cameras. -In the event of bulgars breaking the place... -He puts the tablet down and pushes a big red button labeled "DOOR". I jumped out of scare with the sudden burst of the door closing down with a loud noise.

-You use this to keep yourself safe, and dial 911 on the phone over there. Questions?

-Uh...

-Good! I'll leave you to it. Oh! One more thing, don't close the doors when it's not necessary, we only have a limited supply of power during the night. -And with that, he opened the door and rushed out of the building.

I just stand there, trying to process what just happened. He avoids my question on why Pirate Cove is out of order, and then he drags me to the office telling me what I'm supposed to do, then... limited supply of power? What? So many questions and he just leaved me alone, not even telling me if I had the job or not in the first place.

-And you call yourself a "boss", huh? -I thought to myself. Since I had several hours before 12AM, I go to the bathrooms, wash my hands after using the toilet, went back to my office, and...

Well... I have to find a way how to take a nap on an uncomfortable chair, right? So I close my eyes, and wait for midnight.

Author's Note: Am I actually writing a fanfiction? May the words be with me. I hope you enjoyed this prologue. I promise to make the following chapters a little longer.