Heya! This is BlazeKurosaki here. Enjoy my first Piece. Oh, by the way, I don't own FNAF.
Mike Schmidt yawned. It was a tedious night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. All he had to do was look at a tablet all night, and make sure none of the big hunks of metal, that supposedly were sentient, didn't get damaged. He also had to make sure that no one broke into the place. I mean, geez, what kinda stuff can one even steal from a Family Pizza Diner, with the most valuable things being the animatronics, large animal shaped metal robots. They served food, and sang and danced. Supposedly, these things could think for themselves, but it was obviously not true. You could hear the servos rotating around inside them. It was an impressive piece of technology, a nerds masterful achievement.
Yet something about them creeped Mike, and made his blood run cold. He could never figure it out. Perhaps it was the unbelievable fact, that the previous guard sent messages to him, via pre recorded phone messages, about how these things would think you're an endoskeleton that hadn't been put into a suit, so they would shove you into a suit. AND supposedly this was fatal.
"Nah", Mike thought. "Thats got to be crap. How could they kill you. A dead body stuffed inside them can't-" He couldn't think about that. His friend, Jeremy, the guy that got him this job, said that he had killed a few kids, and stuffed them into these animatronics. That couldn't have been true though. Could it?
"RAAAAAA" A deathly moan interrupted Mike's musings.
"Shut up Bonny!" Mike said, getting out of his chair, and shutting the right door. However, as he turned to flick the switch, He heard a pounding from the door which he had neglected. He heard a primeval roar, full of disdain, and revenge, and juvenile sadness. His head smashed into the wall, hit by a large fanged snout. And then all was quiet, except for unusual noises, such as squishing, and squashing, and metal screwing noises.
To Be Continued, Don't worry.