I look at the newspaper before me and then glance up at the building. I was in front of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a local restaurant for kids. I never liked this place as a kid,but I need money so badly. I sigh and run my hand through my hair before walking into the building. It smelled of stale pizza crust and rust, just how I remembered it. There were rows of tables, full of brightly colored party hats and leftover cake and pizza. I looked around for the manager, the paper said he would be here. "Hello?" I call, my voice echoing throughout the seemingly empty place.

"I'll be right out just a minute!" A gruff voice calls back, from who knows where. I sit down at a table and that's when I see them. The animatronics. Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny. They stood stiffly, Freddy with his arm out holding a microphone, and his mouth open into a smile. Chica's head was bent to the side and her jaw was slack, like she was shut down in the middle of saying a sentence. Bonnie held his guitar over his head, and he had a wide smile on his face as well. As I study them, I realize how big they are, each one at least 8 ft tall! Who would have these monsters in the same area as children? They must look like giants to little kids! I feel a sudden shiver go down my spine and my eyes are drawn to Freddy. I wonder why I'm looking at him, and I almost jump out my skin when I realize it. His eyes...moved. He was looking directly at me, his blue eyes piercing my soul. Shakily, I get up and find my self walking towards him,

"The hell am I doing...?" I question to myself, but I continue walking towards him. I stand in front of him, and glance at the other two. Oh my god, I think to myself, they were looking at me too! Bonnie's crimson eyes and Chica's vivid purple ones were locked onto me. This is weird but... they looked...amused. I turn my attention back to Freddy but he's not looking at me anymore, he was back in his original position. When I look, of course the other two are back how they were when I first came in. I reached a hand out, and was just seconds away from touching Freddy when a voice rang through the air,

"Rule #6! NO. TOUCHING. FREDDY." I turn around to see a stout man in a uniform walking towards me, "Something you should know if your gonna work here at Freddy Fazbear's." he says and holds his hand out, "I'm Bob Duncan, the manager around here." I shake his hand,

"My name is Mike Schmidt, I've come for the night shift job. Is it still open?" I ask and he rubs the back of his head,

"Yeah that spot is...always open." he says. He glances at the animatronics and then whispers to me, "Listen kid, you sure you don't want another job? I've been meaning to fire some of the daytime employees anyways, they've been slackin' off."

"As much as I'd love to, I have school, and these nighttime hours fit just right into my schedule." I say. He nods slowly,

"Well...let me show you around." he says and proceeds to walk with me. He shows me the backstage area, the supply closet, the restrooms, and I was sitting where the dining area and show stage were. He tells me the kitchen is off limits, and as we head towards the west hall, I notice a closed off area marked Pirate Cove. There was a large purple curtain covered in stars, and a little sign in front of it saying "sorry! out of order."

"What's that?" I ask and Bob crosses his arms,

"Oh that attraction was the hotspot of Freddy's. Kids loved this place." he says. As I look, I feel a small tingling sensation, like a tugging at my brain,

"What happened?" I question and Bob sighs,

"The animatronic in there malfunctioned one day and...bit a kid. We had to shut him down. Poor kid, and poor Foxy. I know it wasn't his fault. Those lazy mechanics said he was fine but I knew better." he said and scowled. He continued talking but I heard nothing, because I was staring at the curtain. It had moved, and I saw him inside. His bright yellow eyes and rusty red fur. It was him.

-flashback-

"Foxy, it's Foxy!" I shout as I stare up at the animatronic in front of me. Foxy laughs a hearty laugh and points at me,

"W-what be y-y-ye name m-matey?" he says and I smile,

"I'm Mike Schmidt!" I say and Foxy lifts his hook,

"I-I see it b-b-be ye b-birthday lad! C-come up so Ol F-Foxy can give ye a hug!" He says and holds his arms out. I get up and approach Foxy when someone screams,

"Kid! KID! You're not supposed to get that close to Foxy!" I turn around,

"But Foxy asked for a hug! Its my birthday!" I yell and hug Foxy. Seconds later, a piercing pain shoots through my head and red oozes down my face into my eyes. Screams fill the air and echo around the area.

"Foxy bit him!"

"Someone call 911!"

"Get Foxy off of him!"

"MIKE!" that was my mother, and the last thing I hear before I blackout.