So, starting a new story today. I wanted to do a Five Nights at Freddy's fic and in a way that wasn't the 'How would I be in the Fnaf world?' So, after listening to some songs on youtube by MandoPony, this is what I came up with. This is more of a prologue than a first chapter, but take it as you will.

Hope you enjoy!

'I am so never coming back after tonight,' a young man mentally swore, glaring at the ipad in his lap. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had been reopened for a third time earlier that day, this time featuring only Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie with sleeker, more human like forms. Foxy, an old favorite, had been beyond repair so the pizzeria decided to move forward with only the main three. His uncle had been the one who spent months to remodel and repair them and had suggested they hire his nephew for the night guard position. Sure he was only seventeen, but he was mature and intelligent for his age. Besides, how hard was it to keep watch over three animatronics in a little pizza place? He trusted his uncle's skills so, against his better judgment, he'd accepted without a second thought.

Now, dealing with three fluidly moving animatronics who seemed intent on bothering him, he regretted it. He still recalled the stories of years ago, and like hell if he was taking any chances. Sure, he wouldn't run out of power, so he'd spent the last three hours shut behind closed doors with electronic locks. He'd been constantly tracking the animatronics movements, which seemed to center around his office. He swore if he saw Bonnie staring in his window again he was going to scream. He did not need this much stress at his age. 'Stupid rabbit,' he mentally scowled, 'you better stay over in the main room if you know what's good for you.' With a sigh he set the camera down to stretch and froze. 'How the hell did Freddy get in here?' A glance showed both doors still shut tight. So how had he gotten in?

The icy laugh that it emitted made him shudder. He caught Bonnie staring in the window again, a concerned look on his face. A quick check showed Chica tapping on the window with her fingers...Freddy standing behind her. 'Wait...if Freddy's out there then who-'

"It's me," that icy voice said, much too close to his ear than needed. He jumped back, knocking his chair over and dumping himself onto his back. "Well then, not very nice are you,' the animatronic said. He looked it over critically. It looked like Freddy in every way, minus that strange coloration that was. His eyes widened at that thought. He'd heard rumors about the night guards who had survived at the old establishment but had gone crazy. They'd mumbled about the same thing, being a second Freddy Fazbear that seemed to show up out of nowhere and had a yellowish color. The owners had always swore that the guards were hallucinating. That there was only one Freddy Fazbear and he certainly wasn't yellow. Well he could personally say that the thing in front of his didn't seem like a hallucination.

"G-golden Freddy," he whispered softly. The animatronic grinned at the sound of its name, showing off teeth that seemed like razors.

"Ah," it said darkly, "it's been a while since I've been able to come out and play. Now, why not be a good boy and sit still."

"S-stay back," he stammered, scooting away from the animatronic. He glanced at Bonnie and Chica at the windows, worry written on their faces. The right door handle was rattling and he assumed Freddy was trying to open the electronic lock somehow. His gaze flickered to the ipad. Maybe he could let them in. Surely that were better tan the insanity inducing creature in front of him.

He dove for it but Golden Freddy was faster, grabbing the collar of his shirt and hauling him back. "No, no," it growled, picking up the ipad and tossing it at the door Freddy was trying to open. It made a sickening crack against the steel and fell to the floor, likely busted. "No interruptions this time." It bent, staring into his eyes with its empty black sockets, white pupils glowing within. "Now, where to start?" it asked. He thought he heard a muffled protest from Bonnie and the thing in front of him laughed. "You know," it said softly, leaning closer so that he could see blood staining its teeth, "maybe I'll let you live if you beg for your life."

"P-please," he practically whimpered. This couldn't be happening to him. Was he going to end up like those other night guards? Killed off without a trace and remains stuffed into one of the animatronic suits, never to see the light of day again. Or maybe he'd just go crazy like the other night guards who encountered this thing. Placed in a cell to blabber on about crazed golden animatronics trying to kill him. Neither was a good thing. His fingers kneaded the floor, desperate for something, anything, to hold onto. "j-just let me go. Y-you don't have t-to do this."

"Ah, Golden Freddy said, standing and rummaging through his desk, "but that's where you're wrong boy. I do have to do this." It turned back and knelt down. His eyes immediately went to the box cutter in its hand. "Also, you'll have to beg better than that if you expect to keep your little life." He did whimper that time, shaking so hard he couldn't have run even if he weren't locked in. It grinned at his fear. "I could slit you open and watch you bleed out," it hissed sadistically, "but I said I'd give you a chance. Besides, there's no fun in rushing the death and I want to hear you scream." It laughed again, bringing the box cutter close and slicing it down his cheek. He flinched back, bringing his knees to his chest.

"P-please," he whispered again. It grinned devilishly.

"Now, now," it murmured, dragging a finger across the cut, "I said I wanted to hear you scream."

It went on for at least an hour, feeling the razor edge of the box cutter biting into his skin. He could barely stay conscious anymore, blood pooling around him. The rattling at the door had stopped long ago, though a glance confirmed all three animatronics at the windows. Bonnie caught his gaze, shifting in what he could only assume was agitation. A groan drew his gaze back to the animatronic in front of him. He eyed it lazily, having no energy to do anything else. His lacerated body no longer ached from the cuts lacing across his skin. H only felt numb, voice raw from his pained screams.

"Humans are such fragile creatures," Golden Freddy commented, standing and tossing the box cutter away, "they break much to easily. Perhaps I have a way to get your adrenaline pumping again." He watched as it vanished and the pounding on the door's began again.

'So,' he thought drowsily, 'That's how he got in.' He waited for a few minutes in blissful silence, even closing his eyes for a moment. He only reopened them when the sound of clanking metal met his ears. Golden Freddy was back, an animatronic suit in his hands. It placed it against the wall beside him, smirking.

"What do you know," it murmured, leaning closer, "looks like a perfect fit."

It took his brain a few sluggish moments to peace together what the animatronic was suggesting, and when it did his body went into overdrive. He lashed out, smashing Golden Freddy in the face and scrambling away. He didn't accomplish anything other than making his hand throb a bit. It only laughed at him, grabbing his ankle and pulling him back. "It's about time Freddy Fazbear's got a new animatronic don't you think?"

"No!" he cried out, squirming and struggling even though he knew it was useless. He saw the head draw closer to his own and gave another bout of pleading. "No! Please, stop it! Leave me alone, please!" Tears were pouring from his eyes but he didn't care. "Please! Not like that! Please not like that!" Golden Freddy paused, eying him carefully.

"Not like what?" It asked. He took a shuddering breath, trying in vain to calm his racing heart.

"P-please," he whimpered, "n-not like that. I-I don't want to die like that. J-just not like that." Golden Freddy was silent for a moment before it gave a chilling laugh.

"Cute," It said.

"W-what?" he asked in confusion. What did 'cute' mean for him?

"It's cute," it repeated. He swallowed thickly, unnerved by that smile.

"W-what is?"he asked again.

"The fact that you think you have a choice in the matter," It hissed. Tears and shudders took hold of him once more as he began babbling and pleading incomprehensibly. It leaned closer to him, the animatronic head touching the top of his own head. He could feel all of the crossbeams and animatronic parts pressing against his scalp. His head would fit, but he'd be in unbearable agony until he finally kicked the bucket. "I'd close your eyes," it taunted, "at least then you won't see it coming." He squeezed his eyes shut, searing pain ripping through his as first his head then body was forced into the animatronic suit. The animatronic then left him there, laughing before the lights quit on him. The electronic locks disengaged and he heard footsteps rush towards him. Someone must have killed the power.

Before he could think of anything else he fell into a sweet state of unconsciousness.

So how was it? Did you like? Do you want more chapters? Review and let me know and I'll keep on writing.